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Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Saturday

"There's always the option to start next week."

"I'm here. You told me what to do. I'm not going home right now."

Cable, infuriatingly enough, didn't turn it into an argument. "Don't forget to flip the sign," he said, instead, and without further ado dragged his infant carry-on back up the stairs. She shot his back a look.

Well, that just took the wind out of her sails. With an annoyed growl, Kerrigan made her way to the door, flipped the sign to Open, and began pacing through the store.

Maybe this had been a bad idea. ... This had certainly been a bad idea.

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She's in a splendid mood. Splendid.

And splendid moods meant, of course, Lee was going to walk in the door as casually as he could. It'd been awhile, after all.

[A wee bit slow due to work]

"Adama."

Torn between her splendid mood, some happiness at seeing the bastard again, and the general annoyance that Adama's presence brought, Kerrigan's head managed a relatively elegant (but for the tentacles) and calm tilt upwards to greet him. "I'm not selling you any firearms."

"I've got a gun," he said. "I just came by to see how things were going."

"My boss is a worse jackass than you are," she observed, frankly. Then wriggled her now armorless fingers. "But on the bright side, I figured out how to stop going around dressed in bone underwear. I'm ahead by at least one."

"Bone underwear," he repeated, wrinkling his nose. "That's...quite the thing I'm picturing now. Thanks for that. And I'm not a jackass."

"I could have said 'exoskeleton'," Kerrigan allowed, snorting, and paused mid-pace near the back of the store. "But it wouldn't have been as much fun."

"I see you haven't lost that incredible wit," Lee said. "I missed that. Oh so much."

She leaned carefully on the desk. "Likewise," Kerrigan said, dryly. "So where have you been hiding?"

"I haven't been hiding," Lee said, shrugging. "Just been busy. New students, dorms to cabins, workshops and exploring all these new places. Been trying to keep myself busy."

"Have the teachers been keeping you in line?"

Not that she was interested in what he'd been up to. "...It's important."

"I've been good," he said and smirked. "I'm taking Intergalactic Justice and Galactic Vacationing. I get to shoot things and run."

"Two skills you are desperately going to need," she said, smirking a little. "Useful."

"Glad you approve," Lee said, smiling a little. "How are you doing?"

Her eyes flicked to the floor before they found him again. "I have a job," she said, shrugging one shoulder. She was almost used to the weight of the wing moving with it. "And I've gotten out of the house. I'm just telling you this because I'm not interested in your latest lecture on avoidance."

"I wasn't going to lecture you," Lee said. "If anything, you could do that to me since I haven't really come to visit in awhile. Not intentionally. Just busy. People to see, things to do. Glad you've got a job, though. Things okay otherwise?"

Avoiding Adama's questions as to her health had never led anywhere that didn't feature major headaches, and for some reason, the need to avoid these kind of questions had started to fade over the past few weeks. "Crap," Kerrigan answered, frankly, "But I'll muddle through."

"If I can help, lemme know," Lee said, nodding. "Don't know what I could do but I could try. Least we've been relatively invasion free here lately. Makes living peaceful."

"So far, people have brought me coffee and been nice to me," she said, dryly. "Since that hasn't worked, I'm sure you'll be able to manage the opposite."

"You want me to be a jackass?" Lee asked. "Piss you off so you can yell at me?"

"You already are a jackass. It's not much of a stretch."

"Yeah but, amazingly, I'm not a jackass all the time," Lee said. "Only most of the time."

"Like most people," she snorted, with just a measure of bitterness. "Or maybe most people are the other way around. That's where you have to watch out."

"At least I'm honest about it," Lee said, shrugging. "I don't pretend that I'm sweet and innocent."

Kerrigan shot him a look; it was more brittle than she'd intended. "Why do you think I like you?" she asked, rhetorically, voice so much steadier than everything else. "God knows when you try, you lay it on thick," she added, after a moment.

"You like me for my charm and my good looks," he said. "And, of course, my above average intelligence."

"I'm a telepath, Adama." Had she ever said that to him aloud? It mattered a staggering amount of not. "I know when you're lying. Plus it means I'm sure you have a walnut in that noggin."

Well, that little revelation made some things make a lot more sense. "Walnut or not, it gets the job done. I get the job done. I'm pretty good at that."

"Or you will be," she said, soberly, "Once you get the hang of all of that shooting and running."

"I can shoot," he teased. "And run. Both at the same time? I need practice. Wouldn't want to trip over my feet and shoot myself."

"Because that would be a real loss to society." She paused. "Still not selling you any firearms."

"I don't want any guns," Lee said, shaking his head. "I don't need a gun right now. I've got my fists and feet and teeth."

"And big mouth?" Kerrigan provided. Helpfully. "...God, I hope Sokka won't come in here."

"He worse than me?" Lee asked.

"More gung-ho," she snorted. "You have the cynicism working for you."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Lee said and smirked. "They're so rare coming from you."

Worf made his way into the store and only paused for a second at Kerrigan's appearance. If anything it made him more comfortable to know he wasn't the only non-human on the island.

"Good day," he said with a nod. "I assume the meditation area is available."

"I wasn't born like this," Kerrigan told him. Preemptively. Then she glanced over her shoulder at the hallway. "As far as I can tell, it's all clear." A pause. "What species are you?"

It was a careful question. Especially considering the guy looked like someone had been crossbreeding Protoss and Terran and oh lord, the forehead.

"I am Klingon," Worf replied gruffly, "And I apologize, I am not familiar with your species' birth cycle."

She raised both eyebrows at him.

It lasted a few seconds; and then she snickered. "Neither am I," she told him, "Nice to meet you, Klingon. I'll keep the noise at bay while you do your thing."

Whatever the hell that meditation thing was all about.

"Thank you," Worf said in a way that was borderline polite but probably not very thankful and headed to the meditation room.

She watched him leave with a shake of her head.

Definitely Protoss-related. Nobody else had that much of a rod stuck up their where-the-sun-don't.

Mod as you wish.

Worf + Meditation Room = mok'bara for a very long period of time.

Practice. Practice. Pratice.

Only accessible if you've got Cable's permission.

AFK a bit along the day due to it being the Shopping Day of Doom, la.

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