Don't Forget To Drabble
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If it's Wednesday it must be time for A Little Drabble Do Ya! Just a mere One Hundred Words that tell a story, set a scene or convey a thought. Just count to a hundred and you're in.

A slight mishap found Napoleon Solo in a compromising position.
A mischievous partner was largely responsible, which made the situation even more treacherous.
"Illya, so help me if you don't…"
The ire in his voice threatened to betray the normally cool agent.
"Yes, please tell me what you will do Napoleon."
"Look, Illya… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried to set you up with Alexandria. I apologize. Now, give me my clothes and we'll call it even."
The Russian smiled, it would never be truly even.
"I am sorry about spilling soup on your white trousers."
"Yeah, right."
"…"
"Thank you."
Solo and Kuryakin entered headquarters, none the worse for wear.
“Do you realize this is the fourth assignment in a row where neither of us has been injured?” Illya commented.
“I know and though I’m glad we’re both fine, still no bumps or bruises are causing me a problem in the sympathy category with the ladies of the secretarial pool.”
“Napoleon, really? Since when do you have trouble charming the ladies,” Kuryakin laughed.
“I don’t have a problem charming them but sometimes it’s good to get a little sympathy from the ladies, and don’t tell me you haven’t played that card. I’ve seen you in Medical soaking up the attention from the women who bring you food.”
“I was in the infirmary for a legitimate injury.”
“Still, you milked it for all it was worth.”
They suddenly looked each other in the eye. Without saying another word, they headed directly to the entrance of the secretarial pool. As they stepped inside both men instantly hunched over and began limping.
“Oh no Napoleon, you’re hurt?” Melissa called out.
“Illya you too?” Natalia ran to him.” I have just the thing for you, homemade borscht.”
Both men winked; mischief in their eyes.
Appetit prikhodit vo vremya yedy (The appetite comes with eating)
"Didn't you eat half an hour ago?" Napoleon's incredulous question failed to distract his partner from the task at hand.
"I did," the blond acknowledged with a nod, "but I do not know where we are travelling to or how long for. Therefore, it pays to be prepared. May I offer you a fry?"
"Not hungry," Napoleon declined.
"The appetite comes with eating," Illya quoted the words his Babushka used when he claimed to be too full to eat his cabbage.
Twelve hours later, in a cold cell devoid of sustenance, Napoleon resolved to put Illya's Babushka's theory into practice.