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The Park on Thursday

It was Thursday and it was Valentine's Day and since she had blown off class on Monday she was blowing off her office hours as well. She'd asked some of the sword boys to come to the park and show off for her and at least two had definitely agreed and one more might show his ass up if he got his lazy bum out of bed in time. She'd banged on a few doors on Floor Four and loudly announced where she was going and why as an invitation of sorts.

She'd hit up Kanan's warehouse and borrowed an armful of his practice swords both metal and bamboo by stuffing them into a duffel bag. For a value of 'borrowed' that meant she hadn't asked but she totally meant to return them before he noticed they were gone. Eh. He was going to be busy today anyway. An item in his warehouse made her snicker quite a bit but she wasn't mean enough to spoil that surprise so she left it alone.

A stop by the Perk to collect a party-sized container of coffee and some cups saw her with enough caffeine to share and then she was off to the park. The practice swords were set out. She parked her ass on a bench with her first coffee of the day and waited. Relaxing back against the bench and enjoying the weather and sunshine.

It was going to be a great day. She could just tell.

[Open! If you think you heard her this morning you definitely did and also open to anyone heading by or through the park. Sword boys gonna sword for her amusement and education.]

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Fjord shook his head and blew out a breath.

"I mean, that said, if, ah, if your new best friend happens to get the impression that we are, I'm not going to disabuse her of that misconception again."

It was easier that way, and Fenris had already more or less thrown himself on that grenade anyway.

Jack tilted her head and listened with a slow nod. "Sure. Long as it doesn't fucking bother you two. That's one way should keep her the fuck off your back. If she had a brain cell."

She eyed Fenris critically. "I mean, look at that chiseled bastard. That'd intimidate most goddamn people."

Fjord glanced at Fenris thoughtfully.

"The armor says a thing or two, as well."

And the giant fuck-off sword.

He wasn't too impressed with the muscle. But: Half-orc. And a little on the svelte side for one, but still easily more built than most people on the island.

"That says he's real fuckin' dangerous," Jack agreed with a nod, "but not so much why you'd make a choice of him to most people, you know? Not that looks much fucking matter but for someone like her who judges everyone against herself to find 'em fuckin' wanting?"

Thumbs down. Both thumbs. "No contest. He's way hotter."

She looked at Fenris again. "It's real goddamn stupid, Fjord. You think people'd see it. Not that you did but if you did? It's because you'd see him as your fucking equal. Armor, swords, and one badass motherfucker don't need you to save him or him to save you but someone'd fight right the fuck beside you, you know?"

For Jack, that was a deep thought right there about relationships.

At least it was a deep thought that was just about Fjord's speed.

"It is good, knowing who here has my back," he replied, nodding faintly. "He's gone at people for my sake before. Never asked him to. It was..." He smiled wryly. "... It was appreciated."

"Vicious little weasel," Jack said, throwing the elf an approving glance.

"Vicious little weasel," Fjord agreed. "... Damn good friend, too."

Gods only knew how the hell he would have gotten by on the island between his arrival and when he'd met Beau if not for meeting that damn elf.

Her eyes were amused when she looked at him. "The best ones always are. You should meet some of mine someday." She laughed, "Hell. You probably have."

"I might've done," Fjord agreed. "Which ones count as 'some of yours,' anyway?"

Always good to know these things. Pick out the good people. Wheat and chaff and all that.

"Kaidan," Jack said immediately. Tilted her head back and forth a little for a moment, "Kanan. Sparkle. Peebee, who's a student right now and fuck if I know why she thinks that's a funny joke."

Smirked a little, "For the rest, I stick to who Kaidan thinks is worth talking to. I'm bad at people. He said good things about Miguel, Peter, Beau, Atton, Kitty, Liam and Hernando. Zack too but guess he's fucked off on a mission somewhere."

"Huh," Fjord mused, "then I'm on the right track, it seems like. I've met at least half of those people. Kaidan, of course. Miguel and I started the Drunk and Bored club," because solid life choices weren't either of their strong points. "Beau's a good friend. Kitty hired me. Liam helped me sort my shit out when this world and its technology were beyond me, and Hernando seems like a decent sort. My own damn problem if I don't like tea enough to visit more often."

"Nobody should like tea that much," Jack said wryly, "So many other things to drink, boiled weeds should be lower on the list."

"Though I am getting slightly more fond of roasted and brewed seeds," Fjord offered. And paused. "Which I don't go to Hernando's for."

Mostly he just went to work for those. Amaya spoiled him with coffee.

Jack laughed suddenly and loudly and so much she had to put her head down between her knees to catch her breath. "Oh fuck. I just got back from a shopping trip that involved roasted and brewed seeds. Chocolate seeds. It was pretty goddamn epic. I'll try to remember to bring in some of the cocoa tomorrow so you can add whiskey and try it."

Fjord waited out that laughing with with a bemused sort of patience. And then smiled crookedly at the explanation.

"Roasted and brewed chocolate, huh? I'm not much of a sweet tooth," that would not be an issue here, "but hell, I'll try anything once. Sure, bring it on in."

Oh, ye of low low wisdom.

Jack laughed again and shook her head. "Stuff I got ain't sweet. It's bitter as a bitch's heart and spicy-hot like lava. Goes well with whiskey though I'm told by ~~Llwy~~ some that Scotch would be better."

Fjord paused a moment.

"Scotch is whiskey, innit?"

He was reasonably certain this was the case.

"Hell, I still need to work on my Earth drinks."

What kind of bartender were you even, Fjord.

"It's whiskey someone put too close to a fucking peat fire, Fjord," Jack said with a small nose wrinkle. "It tastes of burning ash and cinders."

Yum.

"And you want to mix this with perfectly good chocolate... why?"

A beat.

"I mean, I'll try it. But 'burning ash' isn't exactly what I'm looking for when I ask for fire whiskey, either."

"I wouldn't. I'd stick with whiskey," Jack pointed out. "I'm just told the Scotch is another thing people do and it's somehow..better."

She didn't trust it.

"It's not exactly chocolate," she said, "I mean.. it is but it's not sweet. Not unless you add sugar. This is just the beans before they add the sugar and stuff."

"Well, it sounds like an experience either way," Fjord decided. "Go on and bring it along to the bar tomorrow night, and we'll test around, see what works best with it. Sound like a plan?"

"Sure," Jack bobbed her head in a nod, "I can get you drunk at work again. It'll be fuckin' awesome!"

She was teasing.

Probably.

"Hell, just so long as I can pour drinks and keep Tino in line, I don't see a problem with that."

He would... probably not get drunk at work.

Probably.

"Ugh, Tino," Jack grimaced, "That douche. Kitty must have a heart made of whipped cream. Or else that shithead has some really good dirt on her."

She did not like Tino.

"I think maybe Kitty's just not too picky about her employees," Fjord admitted after a moment. "My entire job interview was basically, 'Can I have a job?' 'Sure. What day do you want?'"

And she'd hired Sweet Dee.

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