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[postictal]

I...wouldn't. Not unless you've got fireproof gloves, or something.

[He has no idea how phoenixes work here, and until they've got a better handle on it, it's probably best if kids don't go grabbing them outta nowhere.]

[catpiper]

I don't have that.

[PLAN TWO.]

Maybe Lup can ask it. She can say 'Please let us have some feathers sweetie' with her kind voice and it'll shake them off.

[postictal]

Yeah, let's try that first.

[Actually, you know what? He's got a basket full of feathers and shells.]

Y'know, I think I've got enough feathers, actually. Don't even have to ask Hot Boy for any.

[catpiper]

Okay.

[Not yet anyway. But if the supply dwindles and demand doesn't, they have a viable feather backup plan and its name is Hot Boi. Gosh!! She's excited!! Time to decorate everyone's hair.]

I know other places with treasure like that. I can tell you and you can play there whenever you want.

[postictal]

Yeah? What kinda places?

[He's personally of the mind that he suspects what these might be, but it pays to make sure.]

[catpiper]

[Glad you asked! Her voice gets louder, excitement clearly bubbling at the surface as she rambles off the following series of Good Places for this guy.]

You can go to the sand by the water and dig into the ground-there's pretty treasure there and-

[The place she's at now? This is a good spot too. Heck.]

There are good rocks in this grass by the short trees. You can find things to put in your bag here.

[postictal]

You're like a little pirate, huh? Digging up buried treasure.

[Is that reference gonna fly over her head? Hell if he knows. It wouldn't be the first time he's had to explain something to her, but he's not gonna go asking the Storyteller to deliver them some pirates so Ren can know what those are.]

[Fortunately.]

[catpiper]

Crow's a pirate-I'm not. But I know how to pretend to be one. We rode horses to the moon before.

[Look at that beautiful string of words. Pirates. Incredible. With the power of imagination, anyone can be anything always.]

Do you want to be a pirate?

[postictal]

[Okay, he had no idea Crow was a pirate. But he also had no idea Crow was a robot, so THAT'S....SOMETHING.]

Me? I think I'm a little too boring to be a pirate.

[catpiper]

You're not boring. You could be a very good pirate.

[Tim please. She knows pirate law to some degree and he would fit in just fine.]

[postictal]

Nah, that's for cool kids like you. Not grisly old grown-ups like me.

[catpiper]

I'm not cold.

[It's actually pretty hot out, Mr. Pirate in training.]

It's okay if you don't want to be a pirate. We can still look for treasure together.

[postictal]

"Cool," not cold. It means, like...neat.

[That's.......there's probably a better way to explain this. God.]

[catpiper]

Then you're very cool.

[Cool, cold, neat. You kids and your slang.]

And dope.

[postictal]

Uh - [That's a sound almost like laughter, right there. Congrats, Ren.]

Thanks. You're pretty dope too.

[catpiper]

Hell yeah.

[If he could see her face right now. It's easy for her to think the people around her are dope, but for someone to say it back to her? Wow. She's thrilled.]

When we put the pretty feathers in your hair, you'll be doper.

[THE DOPIEST.]

[postictal]

[Oh my god. It's a good thing these aren't visual feeds, because she can't see him planting his face firmly in one hand - though she might hear it, based on the way his voice has grown slightly muffled.]

The elves teach you that one too, kiddo?

[catpiper]

They've taught me lots of fun things. I know these words and I can hustle and cook spicy eggs.

[None of these things she can do well, but you know.]

You can come by and play with us. They'll show you too.

[postictal]

Maybe I should bring Kidwun and Kittu along. They'd probably have a lotta fun with that kinda thing, yeah?

[That's safer, isn't it? She likes both kids, and they like her right back. And the elves - all three kids seem to have been pretty drawn to them from the start.]

[catpiper]

[An afternoon with a bunch of kind-hearted people, shoved into one area, learning how to hustle, make eggs and have vocab lessons? Sounds like the makings for a good time. She can drag Seto too-it'll be incredible. She's so excited?? Her voice is all kinds of high pitched and happy.]

Yes! They'll smile for a long time doing these fun things. And you'll smile too. Everyone will be very happy.

[HER MOSTLY.]

[postictal]

[He could comment on the...unlikely nature of him smiling, but - he doesn't. That's not the important bit.]

All right. Let's make it a date, right here. We'll all get together and have a little party. How's that sound?

[catpiper]

Okay!

I'll tell Taako and Lup we're going to have a 'party'. They'll be happy too.

[She'll guard the cumin and cayenne with her life until that day comes. Spicy eggs are for everyone now.]

[postictal]

Sure. When's best for you?

[I MEAN, WHY NOT, RIGHT? They've survived the horrors of Ai'tuoh, and they've got a spot of downtime before the next island surfaces. Why shouldn't they enjoy themselves while they can?]

[catpiper]

[When's best?? For her?? Is this some kind of riddle??

Her whole life is pointless free time occasionally peppered with moments of being useful. When isn't a good time. She doesn't even know how to answer that.]

It's all the best.

[EVERY AND ALL TIMES ARE GOOD FOR HER TIM.]

[postictal]

[Oh my god, kid. Kid, please.]

I mean, like...in terms of timing. Probably best if we don't just go barging in there, yeah?