Caritas, Monday

[1000yearstoolate]

Tonight's special
Beer

No, Seivarden wasn't making a lot of effort tonight, but at least she was here and no longer a cat. Summer had been kind enough to pick up some clothes for her, so after waking up on Summer's couch Seivarden had at least been able to get home wearing gloves.

Summer deserved a thank you for the thoughtfulness, and Seivarden would forgive her if she had had selfish reasons for that too.

It bothered her that she didn't seem to be able to stop herself from nudging drink decorations from off the edge of the bar and staring at them on the floor, only realising what she was doing when Tino didn't pick them up for her to do it again.

Tino didn't even give her funny looks.

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[special_rabbit]

"Done being a cat now, are you?" asked Amaya as she found a spot at the bar, and, yes, only knew about this because Summer had tried to pawn cat!Seivarden onto her at some point, too.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden liked you, Amaya, but you weren't substitute Breq. Also, the lobsters. It had probably been for the best that that hadn't happened.

"Yes," Seivarden said. "Thankfully. Beer?"

[special_rabbit]

The lobsters were the exact excuse Amaya had given Summer, too, on why she wasn't going to let herself live through that particular experience again! She swore, she still had cat fur on her couch! So it was nice that they could see eye-to-eye, narratively-speaking, on that factor.

"Don't mind if I do," Amaya said with a nod. "And on special today, too! What's the matter? Didn't quite want to push it with a few thematic..."

Wait for it...

...

"cat-ktails."

Well. She tried.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Amaya, please."

Seivarden placed a bottle of beer and a glass in front of her.

"I've had to endure a week as a cat, and now I'm doing to have to endure December."

[special_rabbit]

"Ohhhh," Amaya scoffed a little, giving Seivarden a bit of a look like he'd find very little sympathy here, "December's not all that bad! Worst part about it is that blasted mistletoe, and...well...that's what we have flamethrowers for."

Honestly, now that she was plenty well-equipped for the occasion, she was almost looking forward to it.

...almost.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Or guns," Seivarden said. "No need to burn anything down. But you should probably start advertise to the newcomers on the island so they are prepared."

That wasn't entirely a joke.

[special_rabbit]

"Well, we've got to give those new firefighters around here something to do!" Amaya noted with smirk. "But actually? That's not a bad idea. I might have to get some of my materia-enhanced daggers front and center and a new sign out before I start really pushing for the holiday gifts. 'Course, the real trick is that no one knows exactly when it'll hit, but we've got at least one more day left before we really need to start worrying about it..."

[1000yearstoolate]

"You just have to be prepared," Seivarden said. "'Today's special, flamethrowers against mistletoe'".

[special_rabbit]

"Well," Amaya lifted her beer in salute, "you've got me sold."

With that, she made quick work of half the glass before stating, "And who even knows? Maybe it'll give us a skip this year."

What? A person could hope, right?

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden snorted. "You know that's not going to happen."

[special_rabbit]

Amaya sighed her resignation to Seivarden's accurately dismal assessment. "Yeahhh," she agreed, picking up that glass again, "but you can't blame a gal for trying.