fandomtownies | Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

Even without the prompt from radio that morning, Amaya was planning on swinging by the flower shop to talk with Seivarden, since she hadn't had the chance to catch her for a whole week after trying to kick her head off and whatnot. Sure, she understood that she wasn't quite herself those days, but there were a few other details about the whole thing that needed addressing that had little to do with the brawl. Two details, to be specific, sharp shiny pointy ones.

She did spare a glance at all the plants just outside the shop on her way in, though, and then found Seivarden there behind the counter with her tea.

"Alright," she said, fists on her hips and a speculative lift to her eyebrow, "what'd you do this time to practically clear the whole room of all those plants?"

She was teasing, of course.

...Mostly.

Seivarden looked up, smirking.

"Not my fault. They wanted to be outdoors today."

She gestured towards a chair.

"Tea? And if you can persuade any of them to follow you home you get a discount."

Did just picking them up and carrying them count as persuading? How much of a discount? There were so many questions, and not a one of them pertained to anything Amaya had actually come here about.

But she was thinking the shop would look nice with a bit of ivy involved....

"They've got a touch of spring fever, do they?" she asked, as she made her way over to take that offered seat. "Makes sense, especially for plants. And I'd love some tea, thank you. And I'll take some notes: that's a little more of an effective way to invite someone into a shop than, say...oh, I don't know...a flying kick to the face."

Seivarden reached for a mug and poured some tea in it.

"In cases like that it's good to bring an axe."

She looked up, smiling.

"A good axe."

"Possibly even a great one," said Amaya, who, yes, thought that was lowkey hilarious, and was generally impressed by how well this was turning into a smooth segue with not nearly as much awkwardness as she'd been concerned about. "Something of which, it should be noted, you appear to no longer possess."

"A good axe like that should be owned by someone who knows how to use it," Seivarden said, holding the mug out to Amaya. "And since the one it was intended for didn't want to keep it I thought it better if you could find someone who does."

Amaya definitely wouldn't argue that point, especially not with an axe like that. She took the mug with a nod of thanks, cradling it between her hands and pulling it close to blow on it a little out of habit to cool it down, even though she didnt drink quite yet. She was mostly regarding Seivarden thoughtfully.

The axe, she really hadn't expected to stay, really, not just for the reasons mentioned, but also because she wouldn't want to keep something with all those fe... fe... feelings wrapped up in it either (no matter how much both parties denied it).

"And the sword?" she asked, quirking her brow before taking that sip of tea.

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"It's a very pretty sword," Seivarden said. "I think it too should be owned by someone who knows how to use it. And since I suspect someone gave it to me for some reason connected with my not knowing how to use it..."

She made a gesture with her hand. "If I'm to have one of your weapons I think I should choose it myself."

Amaya thought to make the argument that a pretty sword like that isn't always meant to necessarily be used, but she felt Seivarden made a pretty good point with that last part. Plus, it opened the door for the potential that maybe she might actually come in and choose one herself. It was a pretty big if, without a doubt, but the potential for that particular victory helped soothe the disappointment of this current defeat.

She just wasn't used to people returning weapons. It felt a bit like a failure, really. A lost battle. But that if only reminded her that the war might not yet be over.

She'll have you decked out in some many swords and daggers by the end of this, Seivarden Vendaai, just you wait...

The thought made her grin a little and she made a snapping gesture with one of her hands. "Zards," she said, "a perfectly good advertising tagline, then, right out the window. Good thing business hasn't been bad lately, otherwise I might have to try and make a firmer case for keeping 'em. But...I understand. I'll get you a reimbursement, at least for the axe. The situation with the sword's a bit trickier, in that regard."

"Never mind that," Seivarden said. "I'm not the one who paid for it, after all. I have a few suspects, but..."

She shrugged.

"I'm sure you can find something that suits me if I need it."

That was more or less an invitation, Amaya.

More or less an invitation to a party she was already planning on attending, perhaps.

"I'll have to keep an eye out, then," Amaya said, with a faint, knowing grin, "and I'll let you know."

Not letting that tagline go without a fight, of she could help it, and she took in another sip of tea. "You mentioned on radio you needed to talk," she said. "What about? Or was that it, about the weapons?"

And almost face-kickings.

"I'd have preferred to leave the weapons to you and not to someone who wanted to kick my face in," Seivarden said. "But it seemed easier to just leave them there. Just wanted to..."

She made a gesture with her hand.

"... mention it."

Amaya grinned a little as she nodded. "Appreciate it," she said. "And, yeah, that was probably the best course of action, really, because I'm pretty sure she wasn't going to be willing to let you leave without either a fight or an alliance, anyway. I hope you at least got to enjoy your temporary membership in the esteemed and clandestine," here came the snort, "Foot Clan."

Nope. Still not over it.

Foot Clan!

Seivarden snorted too. "What came first, do you think, the name or the 'kick strangers in the face' strategy'?"

"I didn't even think of it that way!" Amaya admitted with a laugh. "But that's a good question! Makes a little more sense, too, but it's still a pretty terrible name. Sort of a chicken and the egg kind of thing."

"It is a terrible name," Seivarden agreed. "Whatever the reason. Anyway, I wanted to make sure you know that returning them has nothing to do with not appreciating the quality. It's just... the baggage."

And what a nice heapful of baggage it was.

"I figured as much," said Amaya, who was nonetheless glad to hear it. It didn't help much with the disappointment over the whole situation, that much was true, but it did help a little with her ego. "And if you really do feel like your load's lessened a bit by getting rid of them, well, then, I really can't be too sore about it in the end. Doesn't do anybody any good carrying around all that extra weight."

Seivarden laughed, shaking her head. "If we're still here next year, remind me to just ignore that holiday. Is there somewhere on this planet where it's not celebrated?"

"I'd imagine so," Amaya mused, "it's a pretty big world."

For her, at least; she didn't know quite where the scale of Earth would lie considering Seivarden's own space-faring experience, but Fandom was bigger than the sorts of towns she grew up in. Earth as a whole was a little brain-breaky if she let herself think on just how big it was too much.

"But I'll do what I can to maybe be a little more insistent before you go do something like that again," because she had told you, Seivarden, and she was not going to pass up the opportunity to remind you. "Think I might still keep on with the special, though. There's still one gift out there that, as far as I know, was accepted and appreciated, and I'll gladly take that profit. But I am going to have to veto anything being sent anonymously from here on in."

"Oh, I'm never doing that again," Seivarden said, then added: "It probably hurt her a bit to give it up, though."

Smiling, she continued: "Did I ever show you any spaceships?"

Aaaand that would be Amaya, latching right onto those spaceships in a very clear and distinct move to leap as far away from talking about anyone hurt or any feelings or anything like that whatsoever.

Not that the subject was one she had to try to want to know more about or anything, though, eyes brightening with immediate interest.

"You certainly haven't," she said, "but I'd be keen to see some. I know I'm still a long ways away from understanding most of that stuff, too, but there's always somewhere you've got to start on any journey, and I'd definitely like to learn more one of these days."

"I have some screen captures from an entertainment," Seivarden said, pulling out her phone. "One of them is a military one of the type I used to serve on."

She held up the phone to show Amaya a picture.

"They're called Swords, actually."

She grinned.

"Ha!" The bark of Amaya's laugh seemed equal parts amused and triumphant. "So you do have a use for swords after all! I knew it." Her chin lifted defiantly, arms folded in front of her. "There isn't anyone who couldn't use a sword, one way or another."

But once that small bit of gloating was over, she leaned in for a better, incredibly curious look, and just sort of shook her head with a fascinated disbelief. "And you really get those big old things to stay up there and move on through space without any sort of magic or anything? It's all just...technology and engineering and science?"

Seivarden grinned. "No magic at all."

She swiped to another image, showing a smaller ship. "This is a Mercy. Less impressive, but an important part of the fleet."

It was a good thing that they both preferred looking at spaceships to talking about emotional stuff.

Amaya would have preferred talking about dirt over talking about emotional stuff.

But...she was a gardener, too. There was an awful lot of fascinating stuff about dirt that could be discussed, really.

She'd agree that spaceships were at least a little bit more interesting, though. "How so?" she asked, tilting a curious head. "What are the different functions that makes one ship better suited to a particular task than another?"

"Smaller crew, faster. Less gun power, but if you have several of them they can change position faster and be used for scouting ~~I really have no idea~~."

She swiped to another photo.

"Don't you have ships of different sizes? On water? This os a Justice, by the way. Troop carriers. That's why they're huge."

"That's a good point," Amaya said with a nod. "The difference between vessels for fishing and exploring, pirating and pleasure. Same could be said for different weapons, to get different jobs done."

Seivarden looked at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Is this were you suggest I have too few weapons?"

And Amaya could only meet a question like that with a lopsided grin.

"Well," she reasoned, "I'm always going to suggest you've got too few weapons, Captain."

Too many weapons was a phrase that just didn't exist in her lexicon, and she did rather like making money almost as much as she liked making the weapons themselves, after all.

"I suppose you are," Seivarden said, grinning back. "But you have to admit I wouldn't really need a bit axe on a ship."

"Not a big one, no," Amaya agreed easily enough, "but you never know, a small one, maybe a hatchet of sorts could come in handy, though I'm not exactly what. Can't imagine there's a whole lot of wood that needs chopping in space. Maybe a couple of throwing axes, with a target, for when you get bored..."

"There's a shooting range," Seivarden informed her. "Not with real bullets, of course, but still good for practice."

Not that things couldn't get boring, but Seivarden really missed that kind of boring.

"I take it there's not a whole lot of bows or crossbows on that shooting range, either," Amaya mused. "I really have been meaning to learn my way around a proper gun one of these days, but I just haven't had the time. Not that that's a problem I mind having, either, believe me on that."

"Just let me know, and I'll show you the basics," Seivarden said. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

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