Groovy Tunes, Saturday

[furnaceface]

It wasn't that Jono was expecting some sort of great influx of business this weekend now that people were slated to be returning back to the island, really. It was more that he'd been going stir-crazy just bumming around the island, not allowed to go back to his own reality by decree of pretty much anyone who cared about him these days and not feeling up to braving the tropical weather of places like Bali or... Balmia.

Look, when you were on fire and the more reliable means of keeping it in was layers of leather, tropical weather was always a bad idea. It wasn't like he could peel off layers until he was down to swim trunks and just lounge on the beach, after all. For what he hoped were obvious reasons.

So. The island. The quiet, quiet island. All week. No employees, no customers, not much of anything at all. Even whatever madness that had been messing with his wardrobe seemed to be behaving itself this week, which meant that he was wearing his leathers and wrappings as he sat at the counter in the music shop, idly fingerpicking one of the acoustic guitars they had in stock. Because Jonothon Starsmore wasn't going to own a music store without selling instruments, too, thank you.

Bloody hell, was he bored.

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[furnaceface]

//Means I'm not completely losing my mind, so I appreciate it. And I think I'm doing just fine for somebody who's tasted grapes once in the past decade,// Jonothon protested mildly. //But I suppose I wouldn't mind learning the error of my ways. At least I know you would go at it slowly. Have mercy on me, I'm fragile.//

Mmmhm.

[sharp_as_knives]

"You're doing very well, given your background," Hanna acknowledged. "That doesn't mean I can't try to improve your knowledge. Slowly and carefully," she teased.

[furnaceface]

There were a million places that Jono could go with that opening. Very few of them were actually in good taste. A couple of them involved flirting, which baffled the living hell out of him.

//Nothing like a teacher who has a proper appreciation for taking her time...//

He was wisely not going to include the bit about using her tongue that had leapt to mind. This was still Hannibal, of a sort. Just... a very attractive Hannibal that appealed much more to Jono while wearing a suit. That way would lead only to madness.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I am a very patient person." Hanna grinned. "And, I have been informed, a very good teacher."

[furnaceface]

//Well, I certainly haven't any complaints,// Jono decided. //First lesson: grapes, hm? And then go from there?//

Yeah. Yeah, it was difficult not to flirt, at this point.

[sharp_as_knives]

Why stop now? They flirted all the time!

"We could start with something currently in season. Apples?" Hanna offered.

[furnaceface]

Well, Jono didn't remember that! He didn't mind it. He just didn't remember it.

//Will you be terribly disappointed in me if I say that I wasn't aware that there was much in the way of variety between the way apples generally taste, too?//

[sharp_as_knives]

Really, Jono, she wasn't exactly subtle.

"Not at all; it just means there's reason for a tasting. I'll have to see how many varieties I can find. And maybe some hard cider?" she suggested.

[furnaceface]

//You,// Jono decided, //are a genius. You must be. Because that's one of the most brilliant things I've heard all day.//

Hard cider made everything go down more easily. Even if you weren't actually the one drinking it.

[sharp_as_knives]

"All of my life," she answered, just a little smugly, and gave him a slight bow.