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The Park, Tuesday Midmorning

It turned out that saying you were going to arrange things in your Realm so you could spend more time on a particular version of earth was much easier than doing it. By the time Death had negotiated the details with her other aspects to ensure no creature in the multiverse would die unattended while she was preoccupied, several weeks had passed since Didi's last visit to Fandom.

She had a bit of a history with the park in the island, so she bought some bread and went there as a way to pass time while she figured out what to do next. If she was sticking around for a while, she'd want a job and a place to stash her stuff, even if she didn't strictly need either.

But there was no rush on any of that. For now, there were ducks and flamingos to feed, and the sunlight on her bare shoulders to appreciate. It was enough.

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There had been a call, but really, Jono wanted to think that he would have known Didi was here even without finding a message on his phone. And Death...

Well, she wasn't strictly Didi, no. Or maybe she was Didi-plus? He still hadn't quite figured out how to think of her. But she was difficult to miss, when you were waiting for her, wasn't she?

He looked maybe a little nervous as he made his way into the park, a bag with a couple of bagels in hand. Because what else would they be doing here but feeding the ducks?

//Hey there, luv. Is there room for two on this seat?//

"Always," Didi said, smiling as she shifted sideways to ensure there was plenty of room. (She was Didi in her head just then, even if that wasn't the whole truth. She couldn't imagine Jono calling her anything else.)

She tossed some bread out, watched in dismay as a flamingo grabbed for it.

"They keep shoving the ducks out of the way," she griped. "It's annoying. They're supposed to eat shrimp, anyhow, aren't they?"

Possibly there were more dramatic, more appropriate ways to start this conversation. But the small one felt most natural.

The small one was the comfortable one, really. Jono held a finger up as he took a seat on the bench beside her.

//I don't think there are many shrimp in the duck pond,// he shared. //No idea why they haven't gone back to the ocean, or how they're still pink, but there is a workaround for that.//

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag of shrimp-flavoured crisps, holding it out to her.

//Easier to carry around than real shrimp. Less likely to leave your hands smelling like raw seafood for the rest of th'day.//

"Have I told you lately you're a genius?" Didi ribbed lightly, and accepted the bag of crisps. "Thanks. Hopefully they'll eat these and leave the bread for the ducks."

It was an important issue, clearly.

//That's the hope, anyway.// Jono leaned sideways a little, to bump his shoulder against hers, just lightly. //You learn a few tricks for duck-feeding after a few years of warding off flamingos. You do not want to irritate those nasty pink bastards, trust me.//

They were hilarious looking. But fierce when they wanted to be.

"I know it," Didi said, nodding firmly. "Birds in general ... they look a lot nicer then they are. Ever gotten chased by an angry goose? Not as much fun as it sounds."

"I think it's because of the singing and the feathers," she added, bumping his shoulder in return. "Nobody expects anything with feathers to be mean."

//Clearly, anyone who isn't suspicious of feathers hasn't been thumped upside the head by one of Worthington's wings,// Jono replied, shaking his head.

... Any Warren would do, here. Jono wasn't a fan of any of the ones he'd met across time and space and so on.

//So...// He glanced her way as his fingers idly toyed with the bread tag on the bag of bagels he'd brought along. //You made it.//

This was a brilliant observation, here. Absolutely astounding, really, that he'd figured that much out.

"Well, if you didn't provoke Warren..." Didi said, and reached to rest her hand lightly on his arm. "And yep, I did. Sorry it took a while. It took forever to find the right pet-sitter for the goldfish."

That wasn't it, but could she explain everything she had to do to take time away from her realm to a mortal? She couldn't. Even if she could put the words in order she wasn't sure he'd understand them.

Pretending it was about the fish was easier.

"I'm happy I'm, here, though," she added, more pensively. "It's ... right."

//Probably could've just brought th'fish,// Jono noted, pretty certain it wasn't really about them anyway. //You've managed fish here before, after all.//

He remembered them easy enough. He'd given them Christmas presents that year, because... Mostly because he figured it would make Didi happy, admittedly.

//It feels right,// he added, after a moment's pause. //Not quite like not missing a beat. There was a fairly large one in there, I mean. It's... more like filling a void that's been sitting there for a while.//

He tore off a piece of bagel. Threw it to the ducks.

"Hmmph. Bod still has the ones I had here, and Del was playing with my new ones," Didi said, tossing another shrimp cracker to the flamingoes. "They don't exactly fit in an aquarium I can carry anymore."

And also there were hooves, Jono. Hooves.

... it was best not to ask.

"I like that, though," she said, and brushed her hair out of her eyes to see him properly. "Like filling a void. Or like when there's been a song at the back of your head all day making you crazy, and you finally remember what it is."

Jono... was now wondering what sort of goldfish wouldn't fit in an-- no, no, it was definitely best not to ask. He'd met Del.

//And would that be the Tiki Room song, or Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah?//

There was a little smile playing at the corners of his eyes. Of course he was teasing. Of course.

It was probably something by the Beatles.

Didi gave him a mock-hurt look, though the smile was around her eyes too. "It would of course be the epic ballad of high school romance, 'Didi and Jono.' Or maybe something by the Beatles."

//Ah, the old classic,// Jono reminisced, leaning back against the bench and craning his head back to stare up at the sky. //How is it that one went, again?//

As if he didn't know.

"A lot of repeating our names and me giggling," Didi told him, glancing to the side to see his profile. "Did you tell Hannibal I was coming?"

Her heart hurt at having to bring it up, but if she didn't ... it was too easy to fall into this rhythm. Would have been too easily to teasingly sing "Something" by the Beatles, to joke about "no other lover." It was better to put a big giant barricade up now than to keep going without it and inevitably get hurt.

//I did,// Jono confirmed, glancing back her way. //He... didn't take it as well as I'd hoped. But then, I don't suppose I can blame him. He knows what he's competing with.//

A few more pieces of bagel were torn off and idly tossed toward the ducks.

//I don't... know that it's really a competition, though.// He closed his eyes. //We both knew before, we've got a lot of catching up t'do, you and I.//

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