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Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

So what if it was snowing like crazy out there? Sparkle was Canadian, and if there was one thing life in Canada taught you, it was that if you could get to the place and there was power, you did the thing. You went to the place.

And so he'd bundled up and trudged his way to the Pick Your Poison, kind of marvelling in the crunch of the snow underfoot as he went, smiling a little at the weird sort of peace there was in a snowy morning with nobody around, even if 'snow' was more like 'blizzard' and even if that blizzard came with a burning cold that made his eyes water and his nose drip.

At least it was warmer at the shop. And when he got there he frowned to find that the door was already unlocked, and blinked to find a large assortment of LUSH products just... sitting on the counter. Had the bath and beauty product fairies visited in the dark of night? Sure, he'd roll with that. Pricing and putting the body washes and bubble bars out on the shelves would give him something to do on a quiet morning.

... Uh... Right up until the power went out and he was left sitting in the dark.

Well. This was dumb.

[OOC: If I have to go to work in blizzards so does Sparkle, dammit. Open until the power goes out, and then he's gonna bail.]

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Hernando waited until a reasonable hour of the morning instead of the moment he'd woken to see the snow and then he called Sparkle's cell phone.

Ring.

"Hey there!"

Well, if it wasn't one of his favourite ringtones!

"How goes it? Sick of the snow yet?"

Sparkle wasn't.

"Good morning," Hernando said warmly. "It goes well so far. I am not sick of the snow yet though that is why I am calling. How are you?"

It was his first real snowfall. For all the worry about what it might become it was at the moment delightful.

"Pretty good," Sparkle replied, grinning easily as he went through the selection of body washes. Ooo, Olive Branch. He liked that one. "Just hanging out at work, stocking shelves. Makin' some coffee to keep me going."

Being unapologetically Canadian in the face of this storm, basically.

Hernando smiled. He could hear the grin in Sparkle's voice and roguish tone.

"Sounds like a good morning so far," he agreed. He hesitated a moment because he did not want to spoil the day for Sparkle. "Sparkle.." he began and paused again, "This.. might sound strange. Kanan is worried about the storm. He said he has a bad feeling about it. Kaidan said when Kanan says things like this, it is wise to pay attention. Have you somewhere to go if the weather turns sour?"

He attempted to make it sound a casual and unworried question.

He was possibly not successful.

Awww, Hernando. Sparkle's smile softened a little at that, and he leaned forward against the counter, propping himself up on his elbows, phone balanced between ear and shoulder.

"The apartment's fine for the weather," he replied. "The building is full of badass survivor types, and I don't even have to shovel, you know? And Atton and I both know our way around the snow. I'm Canadian, and he's-" from Alderaan, which was basically Space Canada. "-a Jedi. We've got this. We've had worse. There were these sharks once." A beat. "Twice. There were sharks twice."

This place.

"Anyway, I had plans to take Alluka to the mainland to do some last minute holiday shopping tonight, provided businesses are still open on that side of the Causeway. I can look into getting a hotel room there just in case, if that'll help put your mind at ease?"

Hernando nodded along as Sparkle spoke. Sharks. Twice. Ok. Another island thing.

"Will you ask Atton, please? How he feels about the weather?" If the opinion of one Jedi was good, two must be better yes? He was worried enough to ask for this.

He thought about Sparkle staying on the mainland. Relaxed back against the couch a little. "I meant to offer my home in event you and Atton needed somewhere if the power goes out," he said, a little amused. "Both my home and the store have arranged for fireplaces. Kaidan is staying here and has stocked up as though the world will end in ice and snow."

It certainly seemed so to the man who had never seen a normal winter preparedness setup. For once Kaidan wasn't being as over the top as it sounded.

"If the weather turns tonight while you are shopping, please do look into a hotel," Hernando added, "I would rather know you were safe."

"I'll get Atton's read on the situation before I take off, if he's home," Sparkle promised. "Hell, it's December, we're about due for some small disaster. He might just tell me to park my ass on the mainland and come back in a week. It'd probably be better than digging into Kaidan's supplies, anyway. I just went out and bought chips."

Stormchips. A proud Canadian institution.

"Thank you," Hernando said with evident relief. He rubbed a hand over his forehead. "I hope it is nothing and I am being very silly so you will laugh at me later about this."

He grimaced a little when he remembered what was sitting on the counter. He was not looking at it so he could pretend it didn't exist. "Kaidan bought squeeze cheese and brought it into my home," Hernando said in an aggrieved tone.

The chips and crackers he did not mind so much but that spray cheese was over the line.

Sparkle blinked at that tone, and then broke into an easy laugh.

"Oh no, I'm so not the person to go to for sympathy on that one," he replied. "Pop-tarts are a food group of their own in my home."

Oh dear.

"At least those are a form of pastry," Hernando allowed, "They are not some sort of 'pastry food' like cheese in a can is 'cheese food'."

An offense against food.

"They are essentially a hand pie," he continued justifying Pop-Tarts. "They are also on my counter. Kaidan insisted that the only kind to buy were frosted. Is this a Canadian thing?"

He hoped.

"Do... do they even make them without frosting?"

Sparkle sounded horrified.

So, probably yes.

"They do," Hernando confirmed with a smile, "Kaidan refused them so we have large packages of strawberry and blueberry frosted Pop-Tarts."

Costco-sized portions. He considered this. If there were any left after the storm he could probably ask Sparkle to take them away.

Or keep them around for Sparkle.

"I bet your store will do good business this weekend," he offered, "Anyone who has not yet bought a coat or sweaters will be sure to stop in."

"The one true pop tart flavor is s'mores," Sparkle declared. "... But there's an apple cinnamon kind that's pretty damn good, too. Frosted. Always frosted."

Pop-Tarts without frosting? Blasphemy.

"And yeah, I'm sure it'll be busy in there once people realize I wasn't fucking around when I told them winter is cold. And then I'll get all bleeding heart and give half my stock away like I always do..."

Because winter without a coat sucked. He knew this.

"We have ingredients for real s'mores so I suppose he felt he did not need to buy the toaster kind. There weren't many options in Costco."

Hernando couldn't restrain his smile at the last statement. "You are a good man, Sparkle. You have a good heart."

He knew that would make Sparkle twitch a little so he changed the subject and asked lightly, "Have you ordered leather pants in yet?"

No reason.

Sparkle blinked, and then broke into a little laugh. He was leaning hard into the leather talk, since talking about his good heart always made him a little antsy.

"I have," he replied, slyly. "Mostly motorcycle leathers, since it seems like half the island rides a bike these days. After the storm blows over, wanna come in and try some on?"

"Motorcycle leathers? Aren't those thick leather?" Hernando asked with a smile, "I would like to try some on but thick leather for protection is a bit much for me."

Couldn't dance in it. Among other reasons.

"Well, I did say mostly." Sparkle grinned faintly. "I got some of the fun stuff, too. Cross my heart."

His priorities were still sound, Hernando. No worries.

As long as somewhere on that priority list was getting his hands all over Hernando's leather clad self, all good.

He relaxed back against the couch a little more. "Oh? Then of course I would like to come try these on. Even the motorcycle ones. We can see how I would look as a biker type."

Macho..tweed?

"Have you tried any on yet?"

"Me? Nah," Sparkle replied, picking up a bubble bar and turning it over in his hands as he contemplated it. "Not that I don't like leather. Just figured it'd be something I'd enjoy more with company."

"Then I shall be sure to provide you with some company," Hernando teased him. He was not going to miss the opportunity to see Sparkle in leather, no.

"Once the snow has stopped."

"Once the snow has stopped," Sparkle agreed, amused. "We can make a whole thing out of it. Merry Christmas and all that."

Hey, if he was gonna do Christmas, he was gonna enjoy it, damn it.

Hernando was also amused. "Christmas is about unwrapping presents, after all."

Speaking of enjoying.

"Fa-la-la."

Really, if there was unwrapping that was going to be done, Sparkle could really get into the spirit of the season, here.

"So, got any plans for boxing day?"

Because he could clear his schedule for that one, easy.

Hernando beamed at that tone of voice.

"Boxing day? I do not know which day this is but my schedule is my own to make. I can arrange to have no plans if you like," Hernando offered.

Also willing to clear a schedule. He enjoyed Sparkle's company even if Hernando was terrible about arranging time to spend in same.

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