Caritas, Friday Evening

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord's brow creased slightly a couple of minutes into his shift at Caritas tonight. He'd gone to reach for a rag, intending to clean a spill courtesy of Tino attempting to demonstrate his fancy drink mixing tricks, and instead he jumped a little and came out of the drawer with a handful of spaghetti.

"Saving this for later, Tino?"

Tino insisted he had no idea where that had come from. And Fjord found that he really had little choice but to believe him when, through his shift, plates of spaghetti began just... turning up in strange places around the bar. In the sink. On a barstool. In the guitar case of one of the members of the band. Just... spaghetti.

He figured it was still a step up from peppermint weapons, finally locating a spaghetti-free rag and getting another one of Tino's drink-mixing attempts cleaned up from the countertop.

Caritas was open. Have some spaghetti.

[OOC: When in doubt, google what weird holiday is today. Open!]

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[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden showed up early, and found a bar stool opposite Fjord.

She opened with: "It so good to see you. Did you know that the person who works on Wednesdays can't even pour a beer?"

Then, noticing the spagetti:

"What's that?

[built_fjord_tough]

"Apparently, it's pasta," Fjord replied with a sigh. "It's perfectly edible, but keeps showing up in the strangest places."

He reached to take the plate out of the way, to set it with a small collection of others.

"What can I get for you today, Seivarden?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"A beer," she said. "To start with."

It would be drinkable. She knew that about Fjord at least.

"So, how are you doing?"

[built_fjord_tough]

Fjord nodded, reached for a glass, and topped it off with beer.

Not foam!

"I can't complain," he replied. Because who would even listen, anyway? "Keeping busy, the island seems to be... mostly... behaving at the moment."

He'd have spaghetti for a week.

"Yourself?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Oh, not too bad."

There were plenty of things she could complain about, but she didn't even feel like doing that.

"There are some new Radchaai entertainments out. I've been watching those. What have you been up to?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"Work, mostly," Fjord replied, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. "Work here, work at the Forge, teaching a class at the school. Yesterday was my one day off in the middle of it all, and I had no idea what to do with myself."

[1000yearstoolate]

"A good idea to keep busy though," said the one who worked one day a week and was bored a lot of the time. "What are you teaching now?"

[mages_suck]

Fenris was feeling better. Finally. He had not died, simply felt wretched for almost a week. He was able to breathe wanted a drink now that he could actually taste things again.

He sat down and greeted his roommate with, "Fjord, can you get me a.."

He was interrupted by a plate of ..sauced pasta.. that appeared on the bar in front of him. "..This is not what I was about to order. Why have you summoned this..food? I would really prefer a whiskey."

That's what you get for surprising him with magic, buddy.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden couldn't remember that she had spoken much to Fjord's pointy eared roommate, but she nodded in his direction.

"Just ignore the food, the drinks are still good, unlike on Wednesdays."

[mages_suck]

They had not spoken much, aside from the day he arrived and the day in the Perk when Seivarden was being rude.

He shot her a glance. "Thanks for the warning, Seivarden. Why are the drinks terrible on Wednesdays? Is this another island fuckery thing?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Actually it's just the beer. I think it's just the beer. The new bartender thinks that filling glasses with foam counts as serving beer."

Seivarden shrugged. "Things on bottle might actually be ok, I didn't get that far."

[mages_suck]

Fenris pulled a face. "That's good to know. I detest when barkeeps attempt to give half-measure for coin. Thankfully, for all his penchant for drinking garbage beer, Fjord knows how to pour one out properly. I try to keep whiskey in the house so I don't have to suffer watching him drink that kind of piss."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Oh?" Seivarden said. "Well, Fjord and I went to a bar on the mainland that served terrible beer. At least the glasses were full though, and it was that kind of place. Caritas is good, apart from the band and Tino."

[mages_suck]

"Yes. He told me about your little adventure on the mainland," Fenris said calmly enough, "He also said you thought we were a couple and then made a pass at him." He swiveled the stool to face Seivarden with a strange and somewhat cold little smile. "Please don't do that again. I don't like it when people upset my bedmate. It makes it very hard to get him to relax enough for sleep. Not," that he all but purred, "that I mind the work. It's pleasant enough, after all."

Sorry, Fjord. He was absolutely peeing on this tree. He really didn't like seeing you as upset as you had been that night.

[built_fjord_tough]

"Wasn't me," Fjord muttered, wrinkling his nose. "I have a small handful of tricks up my sleeve, Fenris, but summoning pasta isn't one of them."

... Well, minor illusion...

But this was very real spaghetti.

"Whiskey, I can do."

[mages_suck]

"But that would be a useful bit of magic to have," Fenris pointed out, "You'd never need worry about being hungry. Sick of pasta eventually, maybe." He looked down at the plate. "I don't suppose you also have a fork back there?"

Whiskey went with pasta, right? Whiskey went with everything.

[built_fjord_tough]

"There should be," Fjord replied, amused as he dug around for a bottle of whiskey. "We do presumably serve food here."

Sort of. As prepared by Tino.

"Hey, Tino! Stop throwing grenadine around and go get a fork, would you?"

[mages_suck]

"Good," Fenris said, "I'd hate to have to eat this with my hands."

Not that it would stop him, if only to see Fjord facepalm and give him what Fenris had termed in his head 'The Look'. The one that said 'why must you be like this' even as Fjord enabled whatever 'this' it was at the time.

[built_fjord_tough]

It was a mighty look, Fenris. Fjord was mostly just smirking now as he shoved his whiskey across the bar at him, Tino coming up to present him with a fork.

"Probably tastes about the same without the fork too."

[special_rabbit]

Now that Amaya knew what she was doing all day finished her work for the day and almost felt like she needed to dig out her glasses for all the little detail work she'd been sucked into long after the natural light of the day had faded and she really shouldn't be working on stuff like that all day by candlelight when she had perfectly good electricity over her head, but she hadn't even thought to get up and switch it on, she made her way on over to the bar for her usual Friday 'good job, hard work, you deserve a beer' beer.

"'Evening, Fjord," she said, blinking her eyes a little myopically. "Say, you don't know of anyone in the business of needing things locked up lately, do you?"

[built_fjord_tough]

"Evening, Amaya," Fjord replied, giving her a pleasant smile and a nod of his head, shoving a plate of spaghetti aside as he reached for a mug to pour her ale into. Because really, at this point she didn't even need to ask. "I can't say I do offhand, but I suppose that might depend on what you're marketing. You look like you've been hard at work?"

[special_rabbit]

"I should hope that's how I always look," Amaya pointed out, but there was definitely more blinking and eye-straining this time around, at least one knuckle rubbing in there to help out at some point. "Had a mystery crate of locks show up in the shop today; locks, but with no keys! So I figured that was an easy enough fix, but now I've got a bunch of locks and keys and nothing to do with either of 'em."

As she talked, her eyes managed to find their way to that plate he'd shoved aside. She blinked at it, and she had to ask....

"Is that spaghetti?"

No, really, she had to ask. It was all kind of a red blur to her at the moment. She really should have brought her glasses.

[built_fjord_tough]

"It is, in fact, spaghetti," Fjord confirmed, frowning a little down at the plate. "It's been showing up all over in here. You're lucky you didn't end up sitting any when you took up a stool."

[special_rabbit]

And that would be Amaya, standing up for a moment to give her hand a quick sweep on the seat she'd taken up, just to make sure, since, let's be honest, it's not like she'd have seen it if there was pasta on her stool.

You'd think she'd have felt it if it had been a problem, but she did like to be thorough.

"All clear!" she announced. "Nothing there but good, solid, quality craftsmanship."

So she sat back down and got settled back in, shaking her head faintly. "I would say, what an odd thing to start showing up all over, but, then again..."

Thorough as she may be, she rather felt that thought didn't exactly need finishing.

[built_fjord_tough]

"But then again," Fjord agreed, giving a chuckle in reply. "I'm told it tastes pretty good, though it could maybe use some cheese. I can have Tino bring a fork by if you'd like a plate. Have you eaten?"

It was easy to forget when you were elbows deep in a project.