Logs:Hypothetically
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| RL Date: 12 May, 2008 |
| Who: Leova, Lujayn |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Leova and Lujayn finish dinner high above the bowl. A pie is sacrificed. |
| Where: Star Stones, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 5, Turn 16 (Interval 10) |
| Many days at High Reaches are perfect for starcrafters' lectures on clouds, but not this day, which is getting close to not being day at all: clear, warm, with long shadows cast by Rukbat just beginning to sink below the horizon. And quiet, too, aside from occasional chatter and the sounds of eating that have slowed with their meal, too, being just about done. Leova idly pokes at the marrow of her porcine chop and asks, "Do you even have room for pie?" Lujayn leans back, twisting her napkin around with a contented expression on her face. "If we sit here long enough, I think so. Would be a shame to come back with leftovers." She eyes the remaining dessert, but it doesn't look as if she'll be reaching for it any time soon. Instead, her chin tilts upwards to view the hastily darkening sky. "First star," Lazily remarked, pointing upwards to a tiny glinting thing, visible by the grace of absent clouds. "Right.." Lujayn is about to lean over so Leova can follow the line of her hand, but then the greenrider has it and she slumps back again, maybe too full to hold her herself up properly, maybe just relaxed. A smile flickers across her lips. "If a pie fell out of the sky? I would be more worried about whoever was hit by it." Leova yawns. "Wonder how big a mess it would make." She puts her things away and idly wipes at face and hands before thinking to add, "Not if it hit somebody. Just if it fell. On the rock. How much it would splatter." Lujayn grins then, stretching forwards to have a peer aaaall the way down to the bowl below. "If we're not going to eat it," She begins casually, watching Leova from the corner of her eye. "It doesn't look like the bowl is very busy tonight." "It would be a waste of food," Leova points out, not in a way that suggests that should necessarily stop them, but just to put it out there. "But. If we wound up having a bite. Later. And still didn't want it. Probably nobody would want the leftovers." "That makes sense," Lujayn concedes with a shrug, though her hand pushes thoughtfully at the dessert and she watches it slide with a not so thoughtful smile. "How long is long enough to wait? Until later?" Looking back to the sky, gaze flicking back and forth between a handful of stars that appear as Rukbat retreats. "Mm." Leova tracks Lujayn with the pie, decides, "When we feel like it. Though. Probably shouldn't let it get too dark. Because then we couldn't measure very well, now could we." She looks back over her shoulder, out at the icy mountaintops that reflect the light while the valleys swallow it. "By the time we get down there to see, someone could have eaten it." Lujayn adds, still keen on tossing a pie from the star stones if her smile says anything about her thoughts. "Or if a rider comes from /between/ at just the right moment.." She chuckles, though her eyes stay fixed on the sky. One, two more stars. "Lucky there aren't any clouds tonight. Moons'll give a good view of the splatter." "That would mean we'd have as much time as we wanted," Leova says, perhaps with disappointment, as she turns back. "'Course, could also throw it off the outside instead of the inside. Less chance of catching someone that way or of someone finding the results. Not as flat, though." "I don't know about you, but I have drills tomorrow," Lujayn teases her friend easily. "So I wouldn't sit up here all night. Bowl's the way to go." A decisive nod, though by now her stomach has recovered from a generous dinner and she's looking tempted by the flaky crust and fruity filling. "Swapped with W'jar, got the watchrider's spot again. So I might get a nap in," Leova teases back. "Unless we're just dragging people back and forth again like today." And with Lujayn looking the way she is, and the shadows growing the way they are, she leans over to grab her fork back and wipe it clean of savories. "Think I'm just going to try it. For starters." Lujayn wields her own fork quickly, not to be left out. "Getting to it before I can, that's a good idea." At least it's not winter: the spring evening is still, its earlier warmth vanishing as night's chill arrives. "I doubt we can eat an entire pie." Is that a challenge? Leova grins over at her. "From splattering it all to eating it all. Any in-betweens?" And with that, she resettles so she's on her stomach instead of sitting, propped up on an elbow so they can eat straight from the tin like the very same oversized plate. "Don't eat so fast that you splatter it onto the bowl later on?" Lujayn suggests a rather unpleasant in-between with a mischievous grin. She doesn't wait any longer before digging in, leaning close over the pie to keep from dropping even a single crumb. It's enough to get Leova laughing right through her bite, though she manages to contain it all so she, too, doesn't lose crumbs. Not even to the plate. As she forks up another goodly helping, "That's not in between. That's /both/! I call unfair." "Why not do both if you can?" Lujayn asks in between bites, slicing her fork through the crust after a tough moment. "I mean, not with the pie. But with everything else, I think it works." "Depends. Can you do both well?" Leova pokes at the pie, squishing the filling up through the fork's tines and lifting it up that way. "Lot of things get to be just fair-to-middling." "Sure." Lujayn nearly drops the next bite, keeping it level with her fingers while raising the fork to her mouth, messy fingers for her trouble. "It's usually worth trying, just to see." "Starting out's one thing," Leova says, eyeing the biteful on her fork, easing it slowly towards her mouth. Just in time before it disappears, "Think one usually rules out the other in the end, though. If it's going to stand out." "What are we talking about, now?" Lujayn finally asks, mind all knotted up with pie and vague statements. She drops her fork, taking a break from stuffing her face. "Or are we talking about anything?" Leova pulls up a quote from somewhere, her tone reflective, "We still talkin' about pie?" More normally, "Things generally, maybe. All-purpose runners, they're good for a cothold, but if you're going to race really well, or pull really well, you breed to that." A sidelong glance, "If that sort of talk won't turn the pie in your stomach." Lujayn blinks. "Doesn't sound like it. I think I was being philosophical." Returning the glance, leaving her fork lie. "But if you meant something else, keep going.." "I did," Leova says slowly, looking back. "But." And now she looks down at the pie. What's left of it. "Should be getting back. Something I forgot about. But if you drop the extras, let me know how it turns out, hm?" And she gives Lujayn another smile, one that starts out like it's going to be quick before she holds it a moment, and starts gathering up the non-pie things. Lujayn lifts a brow but doesn't protest, leaning over to get the other fork, twisting to pack up her half when her foot connects with the tin and sends it skittering, tumbling down through the darkness. "Oops." Is all Lu has to offer, smile perfectly innocent as she tries to follow its progress down to the bowl. Leova finds herself chuckling. "Tragic. Tragic accident." But rather than stop to check out the crusty carnage, she keeps moving, and then she and Vrianth are moving, and then with a last, "See you next time!" they're gone. |
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