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The Park, Thursday afternoon

Yes, Seivarden knew it was Thursday. Why couldn't Thursdays be just as good a day to go play in the park as Fridays?

Because Issa's best friend wasn't there. The cat looked up at Seivarden, letting out a very displeased miaow. She had been running around for a while when they got to the park, excited, trying to find Stance, and when she realized he wasn't there, she had given Seivarden an accusatory look. It was all her fault. Depending on how you looked at it, that was sort of true.

Seivarden sighed and took a seat on a bench. She poured herself some tea, while waiting for Issa to come out from under the large bush.

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One negative thing about doing the radio thing now and not having her new shop open yet meant that Amaya felt a little out-of-sorts that day, with nothing productive to do. Everything was all set up at Turtle & Canary, and she couldn't really do much with the forgery until after next week, when she got started in with the kids and the class. She didn't do well with idle, so she was strolling around a little today, maybe looking for things that needed Crumbling.

She hadn't found anything needing Crumbling in her whole time here yet, so she wasn't very optimistic.

But at least she saw a new familiar face in her stroll. "Hey, there, Captain," she said with a wave of her hand, "enjoying your day?"

No one had called her Captain in a long time. Seivarden smiled, a little wistfully.

"Apart from having a sulking cat hiding under a bush, yes." She looked at Amaya. At least she wore gloves.

"And you?"

"Oh," Amaya shrugged a little, "'bout as well as can be expected. Just about ready for this week to be finished and get started on the next session up at the school. I don't do well with idle, or waitin' around, for that matter."

Her eyes passed over toward the nearest bush, which she suspected might be the one hiding the feline. "Not a good day for the cat, then?" she asked. "What happened?"

"The dog she likes to play with isn't here," Seivarden explained. "I suppose I'm lucky she hasn't decided to climb a tree."

She took a sip of her tea, thinking that she didn't mind waiting if she knew what she was waiting for. That was a little too personal to say out loud though.

"Nothing to build?"

"Not at the moment," Amaya sighed. "Nothing to Crumble," and that came with the requisite little pound of her fist into her palm whenever she said that word, "either. I'm sure next week, I'll be singing a different tune, but at the moment, it just makes one feel a bit....anxious. Nice day, though, at least we got that goin' for us."

But she did give the bush another glance, this one slightly frowning. "I thought cats and dogs didn't normally get along..."

"Crumble?" Seivarden asked, because the word didn't quite make sense.

"The day could be worse, I suppose. I don't have to put up with the dog's owner, and so far I don't have to deal with that Security officer about ladders."

Not that she generally had to deal with Kanan when they were both in the park. Their pets playing didn't mean they had to talk.

"Yeah, I Crumble," said Amaya with a faint grin, doing the gesture again, because, really, at this point it was an uncontrollable tick. "That's what I call it when I use my Crumbler. She's my prize intention, though she's been mostly collecting a nice dose of rust around here. I used her for plowin' snow when we had that big snowfall not too long ago, but she was designed mostly for removing obstacles and takin' down trees. So I guess, hey, next time she's stuck up a tree, maybe we could give the Crumbler something to do."

Even if that was...an...extreme use of her abilities, but it was something. She supposed she could even pull it off without even taking down the tree if she did it just right...

"Wouldn't... that be likely to hurt my cat?" Seivarden asked, raising an eyebrow. Amaya might be friendlier, but she'd deal with Rosa if that meant Issa wouldn't get in danger.

"Can't you use it to kill the things that invade now and then?"

Seivarden had a hard time picturing this Crumbler.

"Depends on how quick your cat is," Amaya said after a moment of honest consideration and a shrug. "I guess maybe, sure, a ladder would be just as effective, but the Crumbler would definitely be more exciting. I think in that case, all we'd is shake up the tree a bit, see what falls out."

Cats always landed on their feet, too, right?

"And I don't particularly...like havin' to use her against living things, truth be told," she added. "I built her to help, not harm, but I guess if push came to shove, I might consider it. I imagine it'd be a nightmare trying to get all that gut and gore outta her gears, though..."

Seivarden still couldn't picture the Crumbler.

"I can see the issue with gut and gore," she said. "But I prefer to keep it away from my cat. She doesn't like noisy things anyway."

Seivarden was going to assume the Crumbler was noisy.

"I've had people tell me to get a hobby when I've complained that this place is boring."

Oh, yes, it was definitely noisy. That's how you knew it worked!

"Maybe not, then," Amaya allowed. "And hobbies are a great thing. I know I just have a habit of turning all my hobbies into work, and right at this moment, all my work's on pause. I am takin' a class at the Community Center coming up, though, thought that looked kinda interestin'."

Seivarden snorted, leaning back on the bench. "There's not much here I can turn into work."

She paused. "Apart from my job. In the flower shop. Which class are you taking? I signed up for both of them."

Bored.

"The one with the entertainment," Amaya answered with a nod, then she shook her head slightly. "I'm not one for cooking much, especially not all that fancy stuff."

"I don't cook either, but I'm getting a bit fed up with takeaway," Seivarden said. Hopefully she could pick up how to fry fish or something.

"I can watch entertainments from my world here, luckily, but I thought it might be fun to sign up anyway."

If not, she could always be snarky.

"I have to warn you though, entertainments here are really strange, and people get upset if you get the pronouns wrong."

Amaya deserved a warning.

Amaya made a note...a note she would probably forget...to look up what pronouns were again. She figured it must be something important if it came up again, but, at the same time, how important could it have been if she'd forgotten what they were? Clearly, she didn't use them nearly enough in her daily life, by her reckoning.

"Strange how?" she wondered. "Most I've noticed so far is it's all just..." She waved a hand, "distraction, some of it educational, I guess. I'm mostly hoping to use it to understand this culture a little better, maybe get some ideas."

"I suppose they are useful that way," Seivarden allowed. "Don't believe anything they show about ships though."

Spaceships.

And Amaya had to laugh at that. "I'll be sure to cross-reference anything we see with you before I believe any of it, Captain," she vowed, "though, you know, I grew up around a few ships in my childhood, and those sailors," pirates, really, they were mostly just pirates, "told some of the wildest tales I've ever heard. How do I know you're not just as likely to pull one leg as you are the other?"

Seivarden had to admit it felt nice to be addressed as Captain, even if it strictly speaking wasn't true anymore.

"You have ships where you're from?" They didn't seem to have the technology for.... no wait. "On water?"

Amaya just really liked swanky titles. And felt names got a little too personal, besides.

"Of course on water," she said, "where else?"

And then she remembered. "Ah, right," she added, snapping her fingers and pointing to the sky, "they got ships up there now, too."

"They do."

Amaya was so far below uncivilized in so many way, but at least she wasn't rude and annoying. (And she wore gloves. And called Seivarden Captain).

"I've been on small boats on lakes, but that's all. The ship I commanded was a spaceship, yes."

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