Jacuzzis Make Everything Better

[mikangirl]

 
Who: Bloodsport Crew and  Visitors!
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Bloodsport.  For some odd reason.
When: June

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[Worst-named ship in the fleet, I swear.  Unless one of you is about to turn murderous.  Please don't, you won't afford Nami's cleanup bill.]

Comments

[mikangirl]

[Snrk. She glances down at the bot for a moment with clear amusement. Your problem botchild, Messer.]

What are your kitchens like on the Blameless?

[vartex]

[Messer's brows furrow, and his answer is clipped and precise, like he's already got a list prepared.]

Fully upgraded. The appliance behaviour is mostly functional but poor overall, and no amount of maintenance can improve this. Most of the cookware have high-quality replacements taken from Nariba Relia. ...Why?

[mikangirl]

[...um.

Well, that's a whole lot more information than she really expected or needed. Mental note to self that casual questions are not very casual with Messer.

It makes her follow-up question feel like an anti-climax, honestly.] ...'cause I have an overabundance of fruit and you're over here helping a lot. Wondered if you'd take some back for your crew.

[That's all.]

[vartex]

[......Ah.

He coughs awkwardly into a fist and nudges his bot over towards the corner where it's dusty.]

I'll take whatever you can spare, then. They'll likely appreciate it.

[mikangirl]

[kfdsf okay she will keep the amused look off her face. So srs bsns. She should ask Kaname about him one day.]

Yeah, no worries. You ever had mikan before?

[vartex]

I'm not familiar with the name, no.

[It could be one he knows, but alternate realities make things messy.]

[mikangirl]

Maybe you're more familiar with the flavour. [She picks one out of the basket and balances it on her fingers for a moment before tossing it in his direction.] It's part of the citrus family, anyway.

[Everyone's heard of citrus, right?]

[vartex]

[He catches it and turns it this way and that, giving the skin a sniff. It mostly conceals the scent, but it's still recognizable-]

It's an orange.

[mikangirl]

Not quite! Closely related. [He's not the first to make that mistake.] These are a little smaller, sweeter, more of a bite. They're also called tangerines, if that's more familiar.

[vartex]

Tangerines.

[Messer gives it another look, and... nope.]

I've seen them before, but they're usually smaller than even this.

[mikangirl]

Oh well, fruit's known as different things in different places. Where I'm from, these are mikans. [If you wanna be a philistine and call it an orange, be my guest, my guy.] Do you like oranges?

[vartex]

Mandarins and apples were more common in my area- our platoon's dorms were stationed above a Chinese-Ragnan restaurant, and not all fruits relocated to other planets well. But I like them well enough, when we had the chance to try some.

[Hence why he's more familiar with the smaller, pure variety.]

[mikangirl]

[Ah. He is a soldier. Explains much.]

Well, hopefully you can get some use out of that lot, then. Even if they're not quite the same.

[vartex]

[Explains SO much.]

Thank you. I'll see that they're properly distributed.

[mikangirl]

[Look at me carefully not being amused.]

Good. I'll consider them in good hands, then.