Caritas, Monday

[1000yearstoolate]

Tino had decided to make a complicated arrangement of glasses on the bar. Seivarden watched, unimpressed.

"That is a disaster waiting to happen," She observed, snorting when Tino claimed it was a work of art.

She was proven right when one of the zombie musicians strummed a bit too hard on his guitar and his hand came off, flying across the room and hitting Tino's attempt at art, leaving glass everywhere around it.

"You're cleaning that up," Seivarden said, turning her back to the whole mess, and to Tino throwing a fit at the zombie guitarist, who looked as sheepish as a zombie could.

Specials:

Sea Breeze
Ocean Mist
Maritime Martini

No, it wasn't the sea that surrounded them that had inspired this, but a rather dull Athoeki seaside town.

[Open and OCD-free]

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[thedadalorian]

Well, that was a mess. One that caused Din to scoop the kid up and put him in the little satchel at his side in case he decided to wander over at the glass.

"Problems?" he asked, helmet tilting toward the glass and Tino's tirade.

[1000yearstoolate]

"His problem, not mine."

Seivarden nodded towards Tino. "What can I get you?"

She assumed the guest was going to take off that helmet if he was going to drink.

[thedadalorian]

No, no. He wasn't one of those hussies who showed their faces all willy-nilly.

"Juice for the little one. With a straw if you have it."

Kid liked straws.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden looked from the stranger with the helmet to the litte green one with big ears. She poured a glass of orange juice with some ice and a fruit slice and added an umbrella as well as a straw. Placing it on the bar, she said:

"Anything else?"

People usually ordered things for themselves too, but Seivarden wasn't going to judge.

[thedadalorian]

The little green one was placed very carefully on a bar stool before the drink was pushed over to him where he gave an absolutely delighted little coo at the umbrella and straw.

"That'll be it," Din replied, watching the kid for a moment longer to make sure he was enthralled by the drink and not about to wander over at the glass.

[1000yearstoolate]

It was impossible not to smile. Seivarden did.

"Hello," she said to the little green one, holding back the instinct to talk to him like he was a small child. He might be, but then again, he might not.

Turning to the stranger in the helmet again, she said: "Are you two new here? I don't think we've met. I'm Seivarden Vendaai, bartender on Mondays."

[thedadalorian]

"Relatively new," Din replied, nodding in acknowledgement. But not giving his own name because it was weird that people would need something like that. "Apparently running that weapons and meditation shop."

He had employees and it was very strange.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden noticed that lack of introduction but didn't comment on it directly.

"And who is your friend?"

Which gave him another opportunity to introduce himself.

[thedadalorian]

In his defense, he was from a cult. And the last time he heard his own name was from an Imperial Moff, so...

"The kid?" He looked down at the,kid in question, who looked back up at him. "Uh, Grogu."

He said it like it was still unfamiliar, because it was. But not howdy did that little guy perk up at his name.

"I'm taking care if him until I can find his kind."

Who weren't from the wrong era.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Grogu," Seivarden nodded at the little green one, who was, he had to admit, rather adorable.

"So where are you two from?"

[thedadalorian]

Grogu's ears perked up again at another person saying his name.

"Most recently Navarro. But I've been told it's not always the same space."

[1000yearstoolate]

"My universe is big enough for me not to know of there is a Navarro there," Seivarden said. "But there are very few non-humans so I assume yours is a different."

Since the helmet meant she couldn't tell if he was human enough, let's assume she was referring to Grogu.

[thedadalorian]

That worked for him, really.

"It's in the outer rim. Which I'm sure also means nothing to you," he said with dry, barely there humor. "There have been some people here who know about it. More not."

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Obviously, Tisarwat was a little anxious to hear how things had gone during Seivarden's trip, but, of course, it wasn't like she could just come out and ask how it went. She could, however, visit with her fellow lieutenant during her bar night and get a drink or two until she managed to finesse a few details out of her without actually directly asking or anything as gauche as that.

Even if what Tisarwat wanted to do, almost, was straight-up interrogate her.

At least the mess of glass gave her something to comment on, gave her the opportunity to sound a bit wry as she had a seat, eyed Tino's attempts to clean it up, and then sent her lilac eyes toward Seivarden.

"Welcome back," she said, her tone very much seeming to emphasize the joy that surely went along with it, that she should be able to come back and deal with...that.

And as much as she wanted to follow that up with asking how the trip home had gone, she held back and instead asked, "Is there even any glassware left if I were to order a drink?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"You're lucky, there is," Seivarden said. "And thank you. It was a good trip but a lot shorter than the time that passed in Fandom."

She guessed why Tisarwat was here, and she wasn't going to make her ask all the questions.

"What can I get you?"

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"I'll take whichever one of the specials," Tisarwat gave a nod to the board, "you think is best."

It never hurt to defer to Seivarden's tastes, after all.

"How long were you there?" she wondered, especially since a disparity in time would definitely alter her perception of how things had likely gone. There was a big difference between having been there for two days as opposed to two weeks, for example.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Probably a Sea Breeze, then."

She began mixing one, pretending that doing that for Tisarwat wasn't odd.

"Three days, but a lot of that was traveling from Mercy of Kalr down to Athoek. Breq had been invited to a celebration of some kind there."

She had chosen 'Breq' over 'Fleet Captain' deliberately.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

It was, certainly, (to borrow a phrase)...a choice.

One that did absolutely nothing to alleviate the persistent itching at the forefront of Tisarwat's brain and in fact only made it that much worse.

But if there was any sign of it in her demeanor, you'd have to look incredibly close to find it.

"I take it everyone is doing well?"

If they weren't and it took dropping into the bar on a Monday for Tisarwat to find out, she had bigger issues to worry about.

[1000yearstoolate]

"They are," Seivarden said, placing the drink in front of Tisarwat. "Things seemed to be running smoothly as far as I could tell."

She continued: "Small towns on Athoek are really dull, though. The climate is pleasant enough, but the company? I only visited one, but Breq said they're mostly the same."

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Smoothly seemed to soothe some of the scratching a little, but would Breq let on if it was anything but?

"So it's no wonder," Tisarwat said with a touch of a smile, "all the excitement happens on the Station. Were you at least able to bring back some good tea?"

If you had to suffer through quaint Athoek towns, it would at least make the suffering worth it in the end.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Of course," Seivarden said with a grin. "And a bottle of good arrak."

She paused.

"Breq said that occasional visits home are fine."

Not exactly subtle, but Seivarden figured that was the kind of information Tisarwat was after.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat's chin lifted in an effort to keep her brows from doing the same.

"Is that an official relay, Lieutenant?"

Because surely Breq would have known that, almost as soon as it reached her ears, Tisarwat would be planning a portal.

[1000yearstoolate]

"It is." Seivarden smiled. "Lieutenant. But for occasional short visits."

She added: "Do you have any particular plans?"

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

"Not at the moment," Tisarwat admitted, her eyes feeling a little larger than she'd like, as she reached for her drink. "I did just receive the news, after all."

Though as she drank, at least a half-dozen, half-formed ideas began to fill her brain.

First and foremost of whicj was to remind herself to treat this news as no big deal, as if it wasn't potentially life-changing for her, as if it hadn't been a very long time that she'd been waiting for news like this.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Just don't bring any pets. Ship wasn't pleased," Seivarden said. "You and your roommate don't have any though, do you?"