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The Beach - Tuesday morning

It was a nice day. Well above freezing, no snow or rain in the forecast. Fenris decided to go for a walk down the beach, near the docks. Every so often, he checked to see if there were actual boats at the dock.

No reason. Certainly he didn't have plans to.. borrow.. one. Today, like every other day he'd checked, the docks were empty and the beach was..

Wait, no. This was definitely not like every other day. Thousands of scallops had washed up on the beach, steaming and opened. The air was perfumed with the scent of baked mollusk.

Fenris nearly gagged.

Still, it wasn't rotting seafood. This was definitely a 'you are supposed to eat these' scent. Not that he'd be eating any of them. He didn't like seafood of any sort. After a moment of observation, it looked like they'd washed up and the rocks of the beach had heated under them, baking them in their shells. A quick check of the pebbles showed them to now be warm but not hot.

Facepalming a little, Fenris dug a nylon shopping bag out of his pouch and shook it open. He began plucking choice scallops from the rocks and depositing them into the bag.

A certain roommate of his loved seafood and it was his class day. The class that regularly gave him a headache. Fenris could bring him a surprise lunch.

[Open! National baked scallop day GUESS WHAT I'M MAKIN' FOR DINNER! nom!]

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Seivarden wasn't here to look for ships, as the kind she'd be interested in wasn't likely to be found here anyway. Still, it was a nice day for a walk, especially if you had spent the past few days inside, watching entertainments.

Was someone cooking seafood? It didn't smell bad, she liked seafood and followed the smell until she saw Fenris.

Seivarden stopped, trying to decide whether to just leave ot attempt some kind of interaction with Fenris.

[I hope SP is ok?]

Fenris glanced up from poking through the scallops and gave her a polite nod. For someone that hated seafood, he was doing a pretty good job finding the choicest morsels to put in the bag. The nose-wrinkle probably indicated his personal feelings.

"Seivarden. How are you?"

"I'm fine," Seivarden said, taking a few steps closer to the water. "And yourself? Are those edible?"

"I'm well, thanks for asking," Fenris said. He chose another scallop and nodded in answer. "Yes. They're scallops. Fjord enjoys seafood so I'm picking up some to bring back to him."

Seivarden hesitated a bit. Random cooked food didn't sound that appetising, but they did smell nice, so she picked one up and examined it.

"You don't?"

"I don't care for the smell," Fenris answered, "but Fjord loves seafood and I care about him, so here I am picking out the best of the island's 'here is some random free food' effort."

"I see."

Seivarden decided not to comment on the doing nice things for Fjord, as anything she might say would probably result in some snarky comment, and she didn't have the patience for that.

Fenris was also very high on the list of people who might send her a sword, and the fact that she might never know put her in a slightly annoyed mood.

"I suppose something weird had to happen this week," she said, still examining the scallop.

Fenris would never send her a sword. Fenris respected swords.

"Has there been a week where something weird didn't happen?" Fenris asked with interest.

"Not that I've noticed," Seivarden said, with a shrug. "Not a seafood fan, then?"

"Not particularly, no," Fenris said and repeated, "The smell. If I were hungry, I would eat whatever food was at hand. That's how it goes on a campaign. I am not one at the moment and can take the time to hunt.. or.. shop.. at need." He asked politely, "Are you?"

"Yes, but I'm also suspicious of food just appearing out of nowhere," Seivarden said. "Like those noodles showing up at Caritas one night."

She made a face.

"Fjord brought so much of that home," Fenris laughed, "I think it may have put him off noodles entirely."

"Oh," Seivarden said, smiling. "Too much of a good thing?"

Some things she just didn't want to know. Fjord eating those noodles was one of them.

"He's stubborn," Fenris chuckled, "and neither of us enjoys wasting food. My palate's a little more refined than his." He nodded to the scallops, "Though, of course, not where seafood is concerned."

Seivarden decided to change the topic.

"Talking about Fjord, did he tell you he promised to show me how that sword someone gave me should be used."

She guessed Fenris had a good poker face but it was worth s try. He was high on the list, after all. Fjord might not have phrased the offer quite line that but it wasn't too far from the truth.

Fenris blinked, surprised. "Someone gave you a sword? Who the hell would do that? You don't even like swords!"

That poor sword.

"..Though that might be why Fjord was asking me about showing people how to use one. Funny, I thought it was that Jack woman since she was so keen to watch us before."

"Exactly. Someone gave me a sword, probably knowing I don't like them. And Fjord won't tell me who it is."

At the mention of Jack she smirked.

"Oh, I'm sure she was."

Fenris squinted at Seivarden. "Seivarden, do you know how much even a basic sword costs? That's a hell of a lot of money to spend on someone as a joke or a taunt. Fjord can't tell you. It's store policy."

"Yeah, that's why I'd prefer to know. It's not line someone sent it for romantic reasons."

Seivarden made a gesture with her hand.

"I know he can't, but you can't blame me for asking."

"I can, actually, since you of all people should know the store's policy," Fenris frowned a little, "You wouldn't have liked it if they'd spoiled your secret. But that's besides the point. If you don't want it, give it away. Sell it or something. That'd teach whoever gave it to you a lesson and show them you don't care."

He blinked, "I'm still baffled why anyone would send you a sword."

"I'm equally baffled," Seivarden said dryly.

"As for secrets,I told Rosa myself when I heard she was harassing Amaya about it. It wasn't worth that. And Fjord wants to stick to the policy, I'm not going to blame him for that, but I'm sure he can deal with being asked about it."

"Maybe when whoever sent it hears you were 'harassing' Fjord, they'll come forward as well," Fenris said, equally dry. He lifted a shoulder. "He can handle being asked, he's given you his answer about it."

"Are you trying to say I should harrass Fjord to get some results or that you think I will?"

Seivarden sighed and let the scallop drop to the ground.

"I just said I asked him because I'm just as baffled as you."

"It was already on the radio that you asked him and he kept his mouth shut," Fenris said with a shrug, "If whoever sent it was listening, maybe they'll come forward. I wouldn't recommend harassing him ..ever, really, not that it was how you were doing it but you know how the radio makes things sound."

He shrugged, "Who knows. Are you going to keep it? The sword?"

"Not sure," Seivarden said. "It's good craftsmanship, although I think Amaya would be a little sad if I only used it for decoration."

She shrugged.

"I've been toying with the idea of trying to use it, that's why I asked Fjord about it. But maybe I'll just give it to someone who appreciates it."

"Then your choices would be to learn how to use it or sell it to someone who does," Fenris agreed, "Fjord's not really the teacher type for swords, which is why I think he tagged me in about teaching Jack. I've taught new recruits the basics before. Not often, but once or twice when I've lead a sortie. I'm sure if you want to learn, we can set up a class with you and Jack."

"Thank you for the offer. I'll think about it."

Since asking Fjord had mostly been using the sword as an excuse to get a nice view - yes, she was that bored - adding Fenris and Jack sort of ruined it. She was now leaning towards returning the sword to Amaya.

Fenris nor Fjord had any illusions exactly why Seivarden would have asked Fjord to show her how to use a sword. Fjord didn't want to be ogled like he was a piece of meat and Fenris wasn't going to let him be in that position if he could do anything to help it. Where swords were concerned, he definitely could.

"Do," he suggested, "It's just as easy to teach two as to teach one, and it would give Jack someone to spar with that's on her level."

Fjord should have thought about that before giving Seivarden a sword. Or more importantly said no to her when she asked.

Seivarden wasn't going to spar with Jack, under any circumstance.

"Thank you," she said, adding after a brief pause: "I'll leave you to your food gathering."

Fjord was terrible at saying no to anything. Fenris had a lot of experience in this department, considering Fjord was easily dragged into whatever new mischief Fenris had come up with.

"Anytime," Fenris assured her cheerfully.

Seivarden smiled, gave a small nod in response, and turned, leaving Fenris with the scallops.

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