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Who: Fie Claussell & Anyone
Broadcast: Yes, fleetwide
Action: On the Wonderduck
When: July 11, early afternoon

[The camera's turned on and moved around until it's facing Fie, though the the top of her head is cut off by the cropping. Sure, why not. She's currently in the lounge of the Wonderduck, sitting snugly in one the armchairs with a small plate of fudge in her lap.]

Sounds like my coma thing was well timed. People seeing into my life like that without being invited? No thanks. [Fie stops to take a bite, licking some off her fingers at the same time.]

Still, I hope some of you were able to make friends and deepen bonds. [She swallows.] I mean, if that's your thing.

[Now, sitting back, the rest of her head comes into view. Like the ball a few weeks back, she's wearing a familiar hat in sharp contrast to her normal ensemble.]

But I want to know, what were some things you got from your world? Useless or not. I'll be here all afternoon.

[Meaning over the network... or on the ship. Come visit her.]

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[Lumière avoids the comfy armchairs largely because it takes him about half an hour to get out of one afterwards. Still, he'll chill on their shitty coffee table. ]

It was pleasant to be in my own body again, even if it was just a dream.

[He'll take it. ]

There was not much of interest in mine. Most of it, I cannot use. You are welcome to anything in it.

[Seen as you got an extra shitty basket and all.]

[Fie looks at him with a small smile, nodding.] Thanks, I'll do that.

Maybe I'll get to see the real you another time.

[He's a giver.]

I am sure you will, one day. Anyway, you were lucky to miss out on all that chaos. It was not pleasant for most people.

So I've seen. [She takes another bite of fudge.]

Are you doing all right?

[He gives a soft, dismissive wave of a candle hand. He's fine. This is fine. He's always fiiiine. ]

My own memories are not so terrible, nothing I can't handle.

[She shrugs, mostly accepting his answer.]

But you might've seen some other stuff. I was just making sure.

[Oh boy, has he seen some fucked up stuff last month. Still, the best he can do is work out ways to ease those people and what ails them. Best way to deal with that trauma- turn it into something good. ]

Nothing that did any damage, I promise, mon petit canard. The concern is appreciated though.

[Her talking candle crewmate is one of the few people she'd actually admit her concern to, in her own way. Fie nods, moving on to the next item of business.]

What's that mean? The petit... whatever you said.

[Something he would be very honoured with. ]

Mon petit canard. It means My Little Duck.

[Look. This is it. This is your nickname now. Just live with it. ]

Oh, okay.

[That's literally all she has to say on the matter.]

So you won't need your snacks, right?

[Good. Just accept the nickname, Fie. Let it be. ]

Not at all, you are free to them. They gave me the grey stuff, which is quite delicious!

Grey stuff? [Excuse her if she looks suspicious now.]

Does it have a name?

That is its name. It's a family recipe. Top secret, but it is very delicious, I promise you.

Do you try to turn people off it? [Her normally neutral expression is edging into wariness.]

That name is a bad one.

No one has complained yet, perhaps you should try it first?

[Don't diss the Grey Stuff, young lady :|]

[Normally, she'd ask why, or what's in it for her. But he's being a good friend and offering her his stuff. So she relents.]

All right. But only a little.

Magnifique! One moment.

[He hops off, returning a short time later, pushing his little gift basket along to her feet. It's roughly the size of him, but still. ]

Here you go! Enjoy!

[Erk.]

Oh... you meant now.

[She reaches down and picks it up, setting it tentatively on the table in front of her.]

[Fie, sweetheart, you should know by now that Lumière has minus-zero chill and whenever he says he's doing a thing, of course he means now. He'll hop up onto the nearest surface grinning like a lunatic. ]

And if there's anything else in there that takes your fancy, feel free to take it. Nothing is of much use to me currently. They even gave me hand soap.

[You can't use hand soap when you don't have hands. Jesus, Atroma, stop being candle-racist. ]

So... grey stuff. Is it a solid, liquid, or gas?

[Fie, please. At least she's already reaching for the bag of candies.]

That's useless for you. Even polish would've been better.

A solid! It is a sort of mouse, you eat it.

[Fie come on, it's his BEST WORK.]

I know. If they are giving gifts, you would have thought they would have tried to be creative.

[She sighs a little and searches the basket, pulling it out once she finds it.]

That's giving them too much credit. ... Ah, it even comes with a spoon. Yay.

[Which she takes hold of, allowing it to hover over the stuff. Almost there.]

[He'll wait, grinning like a crazy person. ]

Enjoy! I know you will.