Caritas | Friday

[sith_said]

"Whaur hae ah bin?"

Yeah, as if Cait was going to answer that—especially not when the question was from Tino.

"Th' bigger question is whaur hae ye bin?" No, that didn't make sense and Cait had mostly asked just to confuse him. The fact that Tino had an answer was something Cait hadn't counted on but was willing to roll with. "A ceilidh? Haur? Weel, 'en, it's aw oan ye tae clean it up! Chop chop!"

Yeah, Cait was not going to be any help as he settled behind the bar.

Quite possibly for a… cat nap. Hush.

Caritas is Open!

[And OCD free!]

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[fates_jaye]

Jaye had spent the week getting stalked. Kind of.

Actually, no, it'd totally been stalking, even if her identity hadn't gotten stolen, per se? She probably still could have filed charges.

So when she got to town, she decided she was just going to go in for a drink, and... there was a cat behind the bar. People the next town over could probably hear the sigh.

[sith_said]

Not just a cat, but a stuffed one!

Sorry, Jaye?

"Weel noo," Cait said, perking up at the chance to talk to someone that wasn't Tino. "That's a sigh 'at needs a bevvy! Whit can ah be gettin' ye?"

[fates_jaye]

Jaye was quiet for a moment, and she might've walked out if that didn't tend to cause problems for her later.

"Beer?" she said, tentatively.

[sith_said]

"A swally fur th' quine! A braw choice!"

Cait ducked down behind the bar to go and find... ah ha!

"A swally fur th' quine," he repeated, scrambling back up, and sliding a bottle over to her. Since she looked like she needed it, she was getting the one flavoured like coffee.

It wasn't like she'd specified! And, sure, he could've asked but why would he do that?

[fates_jaye]

"Thanks," she said, taking it. Cautiously.

And eyeing him. Cautiously.

[sith_said]

He stared back at her, adjusting his tiny little crown as he did so.

"Is thaur somethin' oan mah coopon?" he wondered. "Ur is thaur somethin' botherin' ye?"

[fates_jaye]

"You don't have any messages for me or anything, do you?"

If not, this was actually going to feel even weirder.

[sith_said]

"Nae 'at aam awaur ay?" Cait said, leaning back and peering behind the bar. "Was someain supposed tae lae a message fur me tae gie tae ye? If sae, there's naethin' haur!"

And even if someone had left a message for her, Cait was probably, almost definitely, the worst one to leave it with.

[fates_jaye]

"...What was that?"

It was in that moment that Jaye realized she could never visit a gift shop in any other country. Maybe Canada.

[sith_said]

Oh, right.

He was so used to being around the boss, who understood everything he said, that it took him a moment to realize what the problem was.

"It's alrecht, there's nae message fur ye. Sae ye can relax! Tak' a break? Flin' a ceilidh?"

Another, more reasonable sort, might try to tone down the accent.

Cait was not that sort of cat.

[fates_jaye]

"Okay," Jaye said after a moment, "I feel crazy?"

...Crazier.

[sith_said]

There was really only one way to answer that and that was to ask why.

"Wa?"

[fates_jaye]

"Wa what?"

What?

[sith_said]

He laughed, not at all abashed.

"Wa dae ye feel loch yoo're gonnae a bampot?"

Cait, no. That wasn't going to help?

[fates_jaye]

"Is it illegal to take this beer to go?" Jaye wondered. Like she'd understand the answer.

[sith_said]

"Och aye," he said, because now he wanted to know. "Yoo cannae lae withit answerin' th' question! It's th' law!"

[fates_jaye]

"Going to go ahead and accept that answer as a yes, no matter what it was," Jaye said, getting out some cash to pay.

[sith_said]

"Naw yoo're definitely a bit aroond th' bend," he grumbled. "Teasin' me loch 'at, wi' a guid story an' 'en refusin' tae answer!"

[fates_jaye]

"Uh huh. Yeah, totally," Jaye said, taking her drink and standing up. "You have a good night there."