gotta get down for a mingle

[redactions]

Who: The crew of the SS Heron and visitors.
Broadcast: nope.
Action: Aboard the SS Heron.
When: After returning to the ship.

[ finally back on the right ship, except the corridors are all mysteriously cold and the ship seems smaller. Thanks, Atroma. New crew, visitors, starters in comments ]

Comments

[touchofrogue]

Ya probably don't want lessons in eyeliner either... not that we have eyeliner...

[Rogue misses make-up. It's the little things.

But we have now reached our end of 'whistling in the dark' and she sobers, shifting her weight against the wall as she sat in a way indicative of finding balance, despite the fact that she's sitting. Rogue continues quietly.]

I can cook. Draw, a little. Ride horses. [...even more quietly, something quite private:] play guitar. Maybe I ain't the best example of folks ta learn things from - we've barely got materials for two outta the four.

[reconstitution]

..I liked helping you cook.

[ None of the others quite stand out to Winter, though he's quick to think that Steve can draw. Not necessarily a memory, but something that he's been told several times. ]

[touchofrogue]

Yeah? [A little mild surprise in her tone.] Well, your ship could use a l'il more help in the kitchen, I won't lie. Might be a good skill for ya ta take up. If ya want.

[reconstitution]

I guess it could. Someone has to step into your stead.

[touchofrogue]

[She gives a small smile, irrationally pleased that this was something he'd want to learn.]

Could set up a schedule for lessons if ya want. Might help ya figure out the kinds of things ya like ta eat, not that our ingredient list is that great, but you can do more with it than it seems.

[reconstitution]

That would be okay. ..I remember liking apples.

[ As if that is the solution to their problems. ]

[touchofrogue]

Apples, huh?

[Where the heck was she gonna find apples?]

Well... we'll have ta keep our eyes open for 'em. Maybe we'll get lucky, be able ta plant some seeds.

[reconstitution]

Well.. I got some. In that basket from the Atroma.

[ He hasn't really touched it aside from giving it an intense survey of its items and stowing it in the room he doesn't use. ]

[touchofrogue]

Yeah? [Huh.] That was neighborly of them. Ya ought ta make sure you save the seeds.

[reconstitution]

..Did you not get one? I thought everyone did.

[ If they didn't, that's just creepy, and he's even more distrustful of the Atroma. ]

[touchofrogue]

Oh, sure I did. But the only apples in mine were dried.

[A small, satisfied smile.] I did get some chocolate, though.

[Yay, chocolate.]

[reconstitution]

Oh. [ ... ] I could share. If you wanted.

[ Well, since she didn't get anything like that.. maybe she'd want to.]

[touchofrogue]

[...awww.

It was somehow very, very important not to take anything he enjoyed from him. It felt equally important, however, not to turn down such an offer.

So Rogue just gave him a rare, warm smile.]

I'll take a slice or two if you're offerin'. Only if ya enjoy the rest.

[reconstitution]

Okay. It's a deal.

[ Rogue is one of those people that he sort-of trusts. Not quite on the level of trust Jim is on, but it's close.

She did bring him a book to read without him asking. Sharing is the least that he can do. ]

[touchofrogue]

Good.

[She settles back against the wall, taking a moment to appreciate just how much more comfortable it is to do things like that without wings, and consigns herself to watching and waiting for a time more.]