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T42 - Thursday 6am-6pm

Hernando was humming to himself under his breath when he opened the shop. He was in a really good mood. The weather had warmed up and the giant snow berms Kaidan had made were melting and icing over and almost looked like mountains in a picture. He made sure to de-ice and sand the walk so nobody tripped or slipped. It was turning into a sand path to the door by now but that was alright. He could brush it onto the beach after.

The store had kept the ski-lodge ambiance. Still a fireplace that currently had Dave snoozing in a cushioned bed on the hearth. The other quokka were playing some sort of game. Perhaps keep away, perhaps tag.

The pastries were set out and a few were temptingly plated.

The specials board read:

SPECIALS
Stop standing in the slush and come inside for tea!
If you want slush you can find it at T&C!

Hernando rolled his eyes and murmured, "Are you attempting poetry now? That is.. a remarkable first effort." Not truly remarkable in a good way. He patted it anyway. It had tried and that was what counted.

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[OOC: Neighbors got a puppy for Christmas and the yapping in the dark hours of the morning when they put it out has my giant Bear needing to go out too because he's worried about the sad, sad baby dog out there. I will very likely be SP for a few hours while I try to go back to sleep.]

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No class to teach today, no job for him to keep himself busy with... Fjord was quietly crawling out of his skin today, and that had led him to wander along the shoreline, seeking the familiarity of the rolling sound of waves. It had been nice, had almost gotten him out of his own head and back into the moment, at least for a little while, until his wander along the beach had him realize that, as nice a day as it was today, it still wasn't exactly, 'walking along the shoreline, too stubborn to go shopping for proper winter clothes' warm.

And then there had been the sign.

So, yeah, Fjord was absolutely rubbing his hands together for heat as he stepped into the tea shop, less a tea person than a 'not freezing' person, but willing to take that leap.

"Afternoon, Hernando," he greeted, giving him a polite nod.

[OOC: Sparkle pings are super on hold while I'm at work, ahahahaha have a half-orc for now!]

Hernando looked up from the tea he was drinking and smiled a warm welcome. "Good afternoon, Fjord. How are you today? May I get you anything?"

[OOC: I thought you had mispinged Fjord into that thread. ahahaha nooooo! Not at work! The bears must remain innocent!]

"Something hot, preferably," Fjord replied, a little smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "The wind off the water has a chill to it today, apparently."

And maybe someday he'd dress for it!

[OOC: CARE BEARS MIGHT BE WORSE THAN POOH FOR THAT THREAD. Also I enjoy being employed.]

See Hernando not even reach for that low-hanging fruit. "I think the air feels colder when it is damp," he agreed. "There is a good fire and I have plenty of hot tea. What sort of flavor do you enjoy?"

Still not reaching for the low-hanging fruit. Only in part because he was a professional.

"I'm not choosy," Fjord replied, oblivious to any fruit that happened to be hanging low and quite happy to remain so. "Nothing too sweet, I suppose?"

Look, he didn't know tea, he just used to occasionally ship it.

Hernando pursed his lips a little and thought about it. "A Darjeeling, I think," he pronounced a minute later. It was hard to go wrong with a good, smooth Darjeeling. "Would you also like a pastry?" came inquiry while he set about brewing a cup of tea.

"A pastry, no," Fjord said with a little shake of his head. "I don't have much of a taste for the things. But thank you, Hernando. Maybe another time."

He didn't have much of a sweet tooth.

At least partly because he didn't like the way it made him want to pull his chipped tusks right out of his damn head.

Hernando nodded an acknowledgement. When the tea had steeped, he passed the mug across the counter for Fjord. "How have you been? Did you have any trouble with the snowmen?"

Fjord was reaching for that mug and kind of clinging for dear life, holding it close to his chest.

Much better, yes.

"I have no complaints. Almost picked up a bug that Fenris managed to catch, but I seem to have lucked out in that regard," thanks to an insane CON stat. "The snowmen weren't as much trouble as they could've been. Did some damage over at the forge, almost did some serious damage at the flower shop as well, but I didn't much mind dealing with them, personally. Yourself?"

A shake of his head, "No trouble with them. A friend came over and amused himself with them for a time." He smiled, "I learned how to shovel snow!" Nobody should ever take such joy in shoveling snow. "It does not snow where I am from. This is the most snow I have ever seen."

The drifting had been a lot to take in.

Hernando frowned a little. "The flower shop? Do you know if Peter is ok?"

"Far as I can tell, Peter is fine," Fjord offered. "He was out fighting when Fenris and I were there, and came back around pretty quickly to heat the place up again."

He considered Hernando with an amused little smile.

"Been a long time since I've seen someone that excited about a snowstorm."

"Why were you at the flower store in a blizzard?" Hernando asked, "Did you get stuck there?"

His relief was obvious when he heard Peter was fine. He didn't know if anything could hurt Peter but also he did not want to find there was something that could.

"It was also my first snowstorm," Hernando grinned, "Very exciting! I did not expect the snowmen but since I was warm and safe inside even when they were roaming around. They did not ruin Christmas so I have little to complain about."

"Fenris remembered the flower shop's pet," Fjord sighed. "We had to go rescue Tickles."

So, that was his life now.

"Good to hear you were safe," he added. "That'd put a sour note on the holiday pretty fast."

"He mentioned Tickles last time he was in," Hernando nodded. A hand gestured at the mature pussy willow plants that had smaller shoots at the bottom. "That is where Tickles came from. I came to work one day and my plants had reproduced. The other kittens became plants themselves a day later."

A stupid sort of smile curved his lips. "It would have. Instead, I had a most excellent holiday. Was it a holiday for you?"

Fjord gave the planter a curious glance. Huh. Well, he wasn't allergic to willow, at least, so he didn't have any complaints there.

"It wasn't exactly a holiday, no," he replied, shaking his head. "Back home, this would be somewhere around Winter's Crest, perhaps, but that was something that drifted across the sea from Tal'Dorei. Fairs and gift giving and the like. I don't personally celebrate much of anything at all."

Though someday he would get pitched flat on his face at a Harvest Close festival. That would be... fun?

That did not sound like fun, no, unless you were into pain and on that he would not judge.

"That sounds nice too," Hernando said, "There would be street fairs where I am from also but on the island with all this snow, it is perhaps too cold for such things."

He didn't know it but there was half this continent laughing at him for that statement.

"Little cold never stopped anybody from celebrating if they have half a mind to," Fjord noted, smiling faintly. "If the snowmen were still around for Christmas, I have no doubt in my mind that the locals would have stuffed them in bad sweaters and offered them egg nog."

Hernando was doubtful and sounded it. "The locals I know would not but perhaps you have met more than I have."

Kaidan had come back soaked from a day spent destroying them with Kanan after all. He could not truly picture either of those men attempting to decorate one of those snowmen with a sweater.

Fjord sounded amused.

"You do know how they managed to run them off the island, right?"

"I thought they shot them all," Hernando answered.

Fjord just grinned a little.

"Word I heard is they had a dance-off."

A very Fandom solution.

His eyes widened and then his face fell. "I did not know," he said sadly, "I wish I had. I love to dance."

The only person except maybe Verity who would have swung into that dance-off with verve.

Fjord smiled sympathetically.

"It's not my first choice when it comes to taking down murderous monsters," he noted, "but if that was the solution once, I can't imagine it won't come to something like that again. The fact that it took you until now to hear about it suggests to me that nobody thinks it was especially out of the ordinary, after all."

Since word did seem to travel around this place when things were odd.

"It seems an odd thing to do for murderous monsters," Hernando agreed, "though I will take almost any excuse to dance."

He sipped tea and smiled. "The definition of 'out of the ordinary' here encompasses a much broader scope than elsewhere."

There were people who thought it perfectly normal to come in and commune with cranky quokka for instance.

"So I've noticed," Fjord replied, smiling faintly. "For the most part, at least."

He'd noticed, too, that people who came with biases often neglected to leave those biases at home.

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