fandomtownies | Groovy Tunes; Tuesday [12/22].

Typically, when the island went a little crazy like it had in the last week, Tisarwat tried to stay out of it, so she supposed her weekend wouldn't have been that much different regardless, but the fact of the matter was that there was a big difference between choosing to hole up in your basement apartment while waiting for a crisis to blow over and being forced to hole up in your basement apartment the whole time because something (that something being a very large and immovable from the other side boulder of marzipan) had blocked your way out since pretty much Wednesday.

It was really putting into perspective for Tisarwat that, while being right there under the store was convenient in one way, there were some major drawbacks to her current living situation as well. Drawbacks with silver linings, sure, because as she sorted through inventory while catching up on all that happened through the radio broadcasts, she was quite fine with not having been involved in any of it, but she had still been trapped in a basement for several days...

She supposed, ultimately, though, that it was neither here nor there, and not something she'd hopefully have to worry about again for some time....

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Lucille had been busy doing research, but a few texts during that time meant she knew about Tisarwat's situation. She arrived at Groovy Tunes shortly after it opened, and stepped inside.

"Tisarwat? How are you?"

She did sound a little worried, something that rarely happened.

"No longer trapped in a basement," Tisarwat noted, though that was maybe a little obvious, as she looked up from her inventory count with a small sigh, "so I'd consider that a net positive."

And at least this had all been a lot quicker than that one time she was trapped in a locker.

She really needed to stop getting trapped in things around here.

But the question had made her smile a little as she looked over at Lucille and returned the question back at her.

"How are you?"

"Oh, I am fine," Lucille said. "I spent several days going through the archive together with some others, and we were eventually successful. It turned out to be a faulty weather satellite."

It had actually been a bit exciting.

"But I'm sure you knew that already. Being trapped sounds horrible, did you have tea?"

Tisarwat's smile couldn't help growing a little bit at that; it was so nice that Lucille had a good sense of priorities, really.

"My supply was getting dangerously low," she said, although this was entirely hyperbole, "but there was enough to last me through the ordeal. And enough to make some for today, as well. Would you like some?"

Of course, she had already set aside her clipboard and was making her way toward the teaset over by the counter.

"Some tea would be lovely, thank you."

She hesitated, as if she was to say something more, but she reamined silent, just smiled again.

Tisarwat noticed the hesitation, of course, or rather the empty space where it felt like there should have been more, and noted it with a curious tilt of her head as she poured Lucille a cup and passed it over.

"At least it should be quiet again for a little while," she noted.

"It should," Lucille said. "But I was thinking, what if there is a flood? It could easily happen on this island and a basement might not be the best place to live if that happens."

"A flood would be problematic," Tisarwat admitted, as she poured her own cup. "Especially a flood combined with being trapped again. The run-off from the snow melting hasn't been bad..."

She got the distinct feeling that there might be something more to this oddly specific example, though.

"But I'd imagine, around here, if the island wanted to flood, it wouldn't exactly be half-hearted about it, would it?"

"That was what I was thinking," Lucille said.

She paused.

"I do have a spare room in my apartment."

Even Tisarwat had a hard time holding back a faint grin at that, which was another reason why tea was so important with conversation. She had a nice, long sip, setting the cup down carefully before commenting anything.

"Your apartment," she noted, "which is less suspectable to marzipan and floods."

Then there was a hesitation on Tisarwat's part, fiddling with the position of her cup, with her eyes cast toward it.

"Convenient as it is," she added, "the apartment here has felt pretty...empty since Breq left. Especially this last weekend."

Even if it conveniently allowed her to avoid some of the madness that had occurred, there were other ways to avoid that kind of madness that weren't so...

Well, not exactly solitary, with everything in her head, but that didn't help much, either.

"A home can feel lonely when the one you shared it with is gone."

She took a sip from her cup.

"And sometimes good company just makes things better."

"It does seem a shame to let a perfectly good spare bedroom go to waste," Tisarwat noted, because of course neither of them could just say the obvious thing. That would hardly be proper.

Perhaps their shared understanding of propriety helped in making them get along so well.

"No need to decide on that now, of course, it just struck my mind."

"Of course," Tisarwat agreed. "There's definitely some strong points that deserve some careful consideration, especially in light of recent events. Perhaps it's something best considered in different circumstances. Like maybe...dinner. Or drinks?"

"Either of those would be a good choice," Lucille said with a smile. "Perhaps drinks?"

Then she realised that might be an awkward reminder, and added hastily: "In proper amounts."

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