Heron May mingle

[grandstanding]

Who: Heron crew and visitors
Broadcast: nope
Action: the Heron
When: all May!

[Birds of a feather mingle together.]

Comments

[astrobleme]

Yeah, that sounds doable. I'll get started on it right away. [... and if he royally fucks up, he can just discreetly buy a utility bag from a vendor on the moon. Same difference.

Then, earnestly:] You don't have to repay me at all! [But...] But... if you're looking for something to do, it'd be nice if... for the sake of the garden, on the Iskaulit, we could use a new hand trowel over there.

[grandstanding]

Thank you.

[He nods to that.] A trowel should be easy enough. It won't have a wooden handle, but I'll make sure it has a decent grip surface. [Grooves or crosshatching should be enough. If that fails, they can wrap it in fabric.]

[astrobleme]

That sounds good. The material doesn't matter as long as we're wearing gardening gloves. [A thoughtful pause, and then he asks,] Have you ever been to the garden? I think it's a nice reprieve from the ships and the moon's... mooniness.

[grandstanding]

I have, yes. I go there a few times a week. [More often, now that he's starting to feel the weight of the ships around him more and more.] I read there sometimes.