Something mild. Like vanilla and lemon and something else. [ but he grins to that. ] Spaghetti? Seriously? I mean we could. ...I think I remember how to make this sauce my mom used for our pastas when I was really little.
[she likes that, which he can probably tell. swingy hands...]
Yeah, I don't know what his weird obsession with it is. [she manages a little smile.] ... That'd be kind of cool, you know? If you shared a little bit of yourself like that.
[she doesn't have anything like that, but she likes the idea.]
Why does Ace like anything? [ haha. ] Let's go shopping tomorrow then. We can make everything fresh and then haul it onto the boat for everybody with our aquarium and hang out like we all used to.
[there's a little pause, and then she tugs at his hand, and gives him a hug. a very tight hug, arms around his shoulders, face hidden. her emotions are just a lot of things but mostly overwhelmed, because it's relief and that's waiting for christmas morning feeling and still a little bit of guilt, and something that feels a little like wandering into a warm room.]
[ oh. okay. he hugs her back just as tightly to keep her close and secure. he doesn't quite know why she needs this, simply that she does and that's enough for him. ]
I got one with Temenos earlier, it was - like, this one with a bum fin, it couldn't swim fast. [... she soulbonded to this fish for reasons.] So he needs friends. Trash bag it is.
Nemo... [ he's really out here just saying shit that means nothing, but he shakes his head. ] You're right, he definitely needs friends. Lots of friends. We can probably steal a trash bag from one of the food places and water. Where'd you park the boat?
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Um - yeah. I do. [she clears her throat.] What kind of blend? And -- we can do something for Ace too, with the food.
[a beat, and then a weak attempt at a joke:] He kept talking about putting spaghetti on my stupid flag, maybe we should make that.
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Something mild. Like vanilla and lemon and something else. [ but he grins to that. ] Spaghetti? Seriously? I mean we could. ...I think I remember how to make this sauce my mom used for our pastas when I was really little.
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Yeah, I don't know what his weird obsession with it is. [she manages a little smile.] ... That'd be kind of cool, you know? If you shared a little bit of yourself like that.
[she doesn't have anything like that, but she likes the idea.]
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[ simple, happy things. ]
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...everything's going to be better soon.
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Yeah. [she says, quietly.] It will be.
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...in the meantime, how're we gonna smuggle the fish out? [ WHY IS THAT THE PLAN. ]
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Good question. [...] If we just got a bag and put them in it there's nothing the guy could do about it.
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I got one with Temenos earlier, it was - like, this one with a bum fin, it couldn't swim fast. [... she soulbonded to this fish for reasons.] So he needs friends. Trash bag it is.
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Nemo... [ he's really out here just saying shit that means nothing, but he shakes his head. ] You're right, he definitely needs friends. Lots of friends. We can probably steal a trash bag from one of the food places and water. Where'd you park the boat?
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[helpful, nimona.]
... I can distract the guy while you scoop the fish? And then run. [GREAT PLAN I GUESS]
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