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Caritas, Monday

Today's Special
Radchaai Arrack

"Is this a new thing? Like jello shots on Wednesdays?" Tino asked. "But without effort and talent?"

Seivarden looked at him, eyebrow raised. "No, it's spreading civilisation. What did you think?"

Before any readers get worried, that was sarcasm.

[Open, no OCD]

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Amaya came in, sat down on what was probably becoming what the kids these days were calling 'her usual spot,' gave the specials board a look, gave Seivarden that exact same look, and then said, "I'll have an ale."

A beat.

"Oh! Unless you've got any of that...what was it called? Night Train? That we tried in Jessica's class last week."

Amaya, WHY.

Seivarden just looked at Amaya.

Amaya just met that look with a small, unapologetic smirk.

"It wasn't all that bad," she maintained solidly. "It's the least you could do to check, right? As part of your job and what have you?"

It was terrible," Seivarden said. "No, beyond terrible. If we have it, I'm going to deny it."

She placed a bottle of ale in front of Amaya.

"Whatever happened to 'the customer is always right'?" Amaya asked, leaning it with a grin that was clearly fine with just the ale, considering the reached out to take it and lift it in appreciative toast before having a drink. "Here, I thought you all would be glad to be rid of it if you had it."

"I have standards," Seivarden said. "And the customer deserves advice on better choices."

She grinned. "How are you?"

"Could be worse!" Amaya answered with an appreciative brightness for the truth in that statement. "Got my nose to the grindstone," with no small smirk because that related to class last week!, "on a couple of new projects, so that's nice. How 'bout yourself?"

"Not too bad," Seivarden said. "Breq made a surprise visit last week."

Which had left her a bit melancholy, but that would be too mushy to mention.

"What kind of new projects?"

"A few things for Iris," Amaya said with a nod and a sip. "A little maintenance in her current weapon, which is a treat, it's a new material I haven't.worked with before and she's.been pretty open to some enhancements and upgrades."

One of them included lightning! How.could she not be?

"And then some gifts for Zack. Definitely enough to make my month feel a little busier! How'd the visit go? Any exciting news from home?"

"Zack? Is he still here? Or visiting sometimes?"

He had been one of the few people who had been friendly to her all along.

"It was nice to see her. Some ~~handwavy~~ news, but nothing surprising."

She smiled a little. "My apartment got quite crowded for a while, not that I mind."

Amaya waved a dismissive hand. "I think he's still mostly back in his world," she said. "Good thing about weapons, you know, they can travel."

She took a sip of the ale.

"Crowded, huh? Better yours than mine, that's for sure!"

She suppressed a shudder at the mere idea of it.

"So they can," Seivarden said. "And you've never even thought of a pet? Wait, do you still have those snapdragons?"

Not quite pets, but they bit you.

"I do have the lobsters now!" Amaya pointed out, although she thought of the more like wards than pets, she supposed, and always forgot about them in narrative until well after the fact. "And, yes, the snapdragon, but plants don't really count, I wouldn't think."

Plants were, as a rule, better than people.

"Lobsters?" Seivarden asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Lobsters!" Amaya confirmed. "You mean you haven't met Dave and Diane yet? I picked them up when the school went to Japan. One was saved from Lucille after she got it from a vending machine, and the other was the one Miguel put in Rosa's bed. She didn't want it, so I figured I'd take it on."

There was just the tiniest twitch at the corner of Seivarden's mouth.

"Miguel put a lobster in Rosa's bed?"

"She thought it was me, at first," said Amaya, as if that explained everything, "on account of the fact that I was keeping Dave in the tub by then, and once I convinced her I'd never seen that lobster before in my life, that's who she figured it was, anyway."

Whether or not it was ever confirmed, she had no idea.

Seivarden had to admit she was impressed by that, Miguel. She didn't want to get further into that though, so she said:

"So where are you keeping... Dave now?"

"Oh, he and Diane mostly stick to their little lobster hut in the greenhouse," Amaya informed her proudly, because, of course, she made that hut and it was a good one! "They like the warmth and moisture, naturally. They come out every once in a while, especially when I've got some new armor and weapons for them to check out in the shop, but they mostly keep to themselves. Couldn't ask for better roommates than that, really!"

"You make weapons and armor for them?"

Seivarden had to admit she wasn't completely surprised.

"They do sound perfect for you."

They really did.

"You have to introduce me to them at some point."

She didn't particularly care, and now the thought about what 'invite me over to meet your lobsters' sounded like was stuck in her head.

No, Seivarden, that would be clams.

~~I am so, so sorry~~.

"Hey," Amaya grinned with the spark of an idea, "maybe they could join us in class one of these days!"

They were right there, after all!

"They're great," she said, maybe a little fondly, "and they're probably itching to get back into the arena."

"The arena?" Seivarden asked. "Are you going to make us make armour for them?"

She paused, frowning.

"Don't let Beaker anywhere near them."

"Oh," said Amaya, with a dismissive snort, a wave of her hand, not sit here and take any disparaging words on one of her favorite students, "I wouldn't worry about him none. Nune out of ten times, all he hurts is himself."

And since he was clearly indestructible, those were pretty good odds!

"It's a bit... disturbing though," Seivarden said. "Although I suppose you have a point. And I'm sure the lobsters won't mind."

She added: "What have you made for them so far?"

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