Syndulla Scrap, Thursday

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Vette was back at the scrapyard today, and was absolutely playing with her weird little localized weather machine thing again, yes. She had no idea where it had come from, but poking around the mechanics of it had her coming across a little storage compartment with notes for other crazy inventions, like... spray-on shoes?

How was that even a little bit a good idea?

Anyway, Vette was doing that instead of inventory, because why do your actual job when there were fascinating distractions?

Ones that apparently could make it rain spaghetti over the junkyard at lunchtime.

... That'd be fun to clean up.

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[in_sidon_we_trust]

Although the weather had not cooperated nearly as much as Sidon had hoped it would, he had collected quite a few things over time that helped him to bundle up against the still-too-cold-for-reasonable-comfort temperatures, so that would help. He had made some arrangements to head into the shelter a little late that day, so that he could make the time to actually swing by the scrapyard after his class and on his way to work.

After all, Vette had said there was a machine at the scrapyard that made pizza. She wouldn't honestly expect him to actually wait to see it if necesssary, would she?

Well, that was his cover-up, anyway, since his true intention was just that he wanted to see her, even if only for a little bit, before heading into the shelter. And he didn't exactl feel he needed an excuse, but it never hurt to have an arsenal on hand.

So then it was just a matter of locating her, and even that hadn't been too difficult. "Ah, Vette!" he called out, not intending to be sneaky (really, he knew it was futile to even try!) but rather hoping she'd be engrossed in her work enough to find the voice a bit of a surprise. "There you are!"

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... And if she took this panel and turned it that way, she could make the serving portions much, much more reasonable...

Vette was just fitting the last of the components back into place when she heard her boyfriend approaching, and looked up with a smile when she heard his voice.

"Sidon!" She dusted her hands off on the coveralls she'd pulled on for the day. "Well hello there, handsome."

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See? It should hardly matter that it was still so cold when he could be warmed so by such a greeting and smile! Sidon beamed, ducking his head a little in a gracious greeting back. "You'll have to pardon me for arriving like this unannounced," he said, "but I simply had to come and see you today. I'm not interrupting anything too important, though, I should hope?"

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"Nah," Vette replied, grinning and making her way over to him to solicit a kiss. "I work in a scrapyard. The most pressing issues around here are, like, whether the bitey bits have escaped or not."

Which, in fairness, they sometimes did.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

And that pressing bit of information did seem to spark a very important question, but not one so important that it couldn't wait until kisses (yes, plural; call him terribly selfish, but he simply could not be satisfied with a mere one) were accomplished. That, after all, was the most important thing.

"Have they escaped?" Sidon asked, after that pleasant and very much needed business was attended to, with a note of excitement in his voice that clearly had no idea what would be in store for him during the rest of his day.

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"Not yet," Vette replied, and then put an impish smile on for good measure. "But they could, you know. If something unfortunate were to happen to the fence..."

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Sidon had arranged it so that he was expected late in for work that day, without entirely specifying how late. However...

"If something so incredibly unfortunate were to happen to the fence," he postulated, on a purely hypothetical basis, of course, "I would certainly hope that such tribulations would only befall us after I have had the chance to witness this storied and mysterious pizza-making machine in which I have heard so much about."

You know, in that one text.

Soooo much.

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"Well," Vette laughed, "then I guess I'm gonna have to show you the pizza-machine right away, just in case, huh?"

She spun on her heel, lekku swinging out dramatically behind her, and started toward the little machine. It looked kind of like a shuttle landing pod, or maybe a fancy washing machine, but it had a screen on it, and buttons and she set right to work, poking away at them.

"Ice cream... no... cookies, tofu, hamburgers... Pizza!" She grinned as she found the proper setting, and then looked back over her shoulder at Sidon proudly. "What toppings do you want?"

[in_sidon_we_trust]

"Anchovies," said Sidon, enthusiastically, not immediately, per se, but pretty close to; any pause in his answer was caused merely by a bit of distracted appreciation for Vette's enthusiasm, "would be exceptionally delectable, and wonderfully pleasing to my palate. And perhaps we can make an addition of spicy peppers to please yours."

Just not too spicy, Vette, please.

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Vette laughed and hit a few more buttons, and then turned to grin at Sidon and gave him a wink.

And then she hit 'send.' The machine whirred to life, and then blasted off into the sky. Vette bounced on her toes while she waited.

"Just wait for this."

A few clouds moved in overhead, very specifically above the scrap yard. And then those clouds swirled and twisted and darkened until, all at once--

Plap!

A slice of pizza fell onto the ground beside them.

Plap! Plap!

And a few more.

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Plap!

And thank goodness for the shape of Sidon's head, because that would have been one right in his face as he looked up and laughed. "Pizza from the very sky? Vette! That is incredible!"

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"Isn't it great!?" Vette was just shy of actually squeeing, bouncing on her toes, lekku swinging behind her as she did so. "And it's not just pizza, either! There are all kinds of foods programmed into this thing! When it comes back down I'll show you! Which shouldn't take too long, either. I only have it programmed for a minute-long pizza shower. I get the feeling that this thing is some kind of prototype for something bigger, but I have no idea why anyone would need something bigger."

Solving world hunger, Vette. That was a thing.