Syndulla Scrap, Thursday

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Vette had a lot to think about, and while her talk with Nina last night had at least managed to get a little of what was chewing at the inside of her head out into the open, none of it had really gone away, either.

And so it was a subdued Vette going through the scrap today, digging up little pieces of things that had rusted well beyond salvage, and then just sitting on the edge of the Bitey Bits pen and throwing her finds to them to have at, snapping and rending at the scraps until the only thing left behind was a fine scattering of rust powder and a larger collection of metal chips on the ground.

It was like spring cleaning and venting, all rolled into one. And hey, if anyone asked, she was totally writing this stuff off of the inventory list as she went.

Productivity.

[OOC: Open!]

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[bookbeltof_love]

"VEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And 'lo, there was Nina.

And Prompto too, but let's be real, he wasn't the one with the lungs on him.

"We're going on vacation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Also lunch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto was definitely letting Nina take the charge on this one, yes, though he was no less amused by it.

"But not necessarily in that order," he added, because he felt that might be a very important distinction.

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"I feel like I'd be pretty hungry if lunch came after the vacation," Vette noted, glancing over at Nina and Prompto, a little puzzled, before throwing another piece of scrap toward the bitey metal bits. "Why are we going on vacation?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Because," Nina said dramatically, flinging out one arm to point at Prompto, "he's leaving us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So we have to go and have all the fun so we can send him pictures and he won't forget us!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Also because it sounded like the thing to do?

[hashtag_chocobro]

Again, Prompto felt the need to clarify, rolling his eyes a little but smirking and accepting his apparently newfound position as Nina Translator.

"For the record," he said, holding up his hands as if in defence, "it's only for two weeks, and I'm coming back for graduation weekend in between, too, but, yes, because of this, you two have to go somewhere nice and make me totally sick with envy."

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"Okay, good," Vette said, pointing a finger at Prompto. "Because if you were taking off forever I'd have to beat you up."

She would not.

She'd probably squish him to within an inch of his life, though.

"Soooo, what kind of vacation would it take to make Gunshow here envious, hm? A resort planet? The world where everything is puppies? That actual kitty game, but in real life?"

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina had her own thoughts on what kind of vacation they were going to wind up with but...

"What kitty game????????????"

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Ohmygod," Prompto breathed out with shining eyes once Vette finisihed her list, after gasping at the idea of a world filled with puppies. He didn't think she could top a world filled with puppies, but...

"Only the best kitty game in the whole wide world," he gushed. "I'll show you after lunch."

He may have offered to have Nina look after his crops while he was gone, too, but no way he was letting Nina have (direct, permissible) access to his computer. Those crops were totally dying.

"Which, may I remind you, is the whole reason we're here."

Don't promise a man lunch and then distract him with adorable kitty games!

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"You miiiight have noticed his giant squishy kitty," Vette added, grinning proudly. "It's pretty great."

The kitty game was the best.

"... But yeah, lunch! So, what did you weirdos have in mind?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"I'm holding you to that," she said to Prompto, then shrugging a little. "I got as far as, like, 'let's do lunch' and 'not Mooby's' so... what do you guys want to eat????????????????"

[hashtag_chocobro]

"I say," Prompto proposed, after taking a moment to narrow his eyes speculatively and stroke his chin thoughtfully for a moment, "we defer to the poor sap who's had to spend her morning stuck at work."

Instead of...you know...getting into an argument and then deftly pretending like nothing happened!

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Something spicy," Vette declared, immediately. "What's spicy?"

The poor sap threw another piece of scrap at the biteys.

[bookbeltof_love]

"Thai, maybe??????????????" Nina guessed. "Or, like, Mexican???????????????"

She wasn't from this universe, Vette!

[hashtag_chocobro]

None of them were, but, thankfully, this was weirdly one of those things were Prompto's world was at least startlingly familiar to this one.

Plus, the dude loved his food.

"Oooooh, tacos!" he said, latching on easily to that, although, really, he was likely to latch onto anything at this point. It was a shocker his stomach wasn't chiming in with an opinion, too. "Let's get tacos!"

[chirpchirpchirp]

"I love tacos!"

They were, indeed, probably the greatest invention on Earth.

Still not spicy enough, but they were delightful little bundles of tastiness all the same. And... well. Vette mostly just wanted to be out of here and hanging out with her friends rather than sitting with her own stupid thoughts and some animate metal bits anyhow.

"Sounds like a plan, then."

She hopped down off the fence to join them.