The Park, Sunday Noon-ish

[stykera]

Sometimes it was just good to be outside. Today was one of those times for Stark. It wasn't particularly sunny but the weather was pleasant and there were birds to watch (and hopefully no raccoons watching him).

He ought to be spending more time outside, really. Maybe this week's potential hobby would be one that was done outside.

He had his phone out, idly looking up ideas for outdoor activities (and making note of some to never mention anywhere Anakin might be able to hear him), and sipping an iced coffee from the Perk.

[open park is open. because it's a park. that's how they work.]

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[pocketpretzels]

As a general sort of rule, Watts preferred the outdoors to indoors. Hence being out himself on an ambling sort of walk.

He was just contemplating sending a text message to Steven asking if he'd like Watts to pick up something for lunch when he spotted Stark, and so wandered over, twirling a leaf he'd plucked from a tree as he'd passed it by in his hand.

"Hello, Stark."

[stykera]

Most of Stark's walks were ambling too.

"Hello, Watts," he said, looking up.

[pocketpretzels]

"And how are you this fine afternoon?" he asked.

'Fine' was perhaps somewhat subjective.

[stykera]

"Fine," Stark echoed, almost smiling. "Just...enjoying being outside, for now. And you? You're well?"

[pocketpretzels]

"I am!" Watts said. "Contemplating lunch, as it happens."

[stykera]

"Lunch is a good thing," Stark said. "I'm fond of it."

He was fond of eating regular meals.

"Contemplating the idea of it? Or what to have?"

[pocketpretzels]

"What to have!" Watts said. "There are a plethora of choices available, even taking in to account my own dietary restrictions."

[stykera]

The island did have a rather remarkable number of eateries considering the population size.

"There are still things I haven't tried on this island, I think." Maybe he ought to go to Supper Club some week. "Does Raiden make pizza you can have?"

[pocketpretzels]

"He does, yes," Watts nodded. "Using- well, it's not real cheese, obviously, but the taste is remarkably close."

[stykera]

"Pizza is always a good choice, I think. Or...I don't know what you like, really. Or if you are looking for suggestions, even."

[pocketpretzels]

"There's very little I don't like," Watts admitted. "Always open to suggestion."

[stykera]

"I like Thai," Stark offered. "And tacos. And... most things, really."

Except for truly gross things.

"It...it feels like a long time since I've seen you."

[pocketpretzels]

"Has it been?" Watts looked thoughtful for a moment. "Huh. I suppose it has. Well. You're seeing me now!"

[stykera]

"I am," Stark agreed. "Unless you're not really you but you seem like you."

Watts was unlikely to be replaced by a robot double. Probably.

"Maybe I haven't been out enough. Or just in the wrong places."

[pocketpretzels]

"I am me, at least- to the best of my knowledge," Watts said. "Myself as well. The wrong places to be running in to you, that is. Until now."

[stykera]

"I'm always at the bar on Wednesdays. For years now. Almost since I first came back. And the bakery often. And the clinic, for Mondays. I'm findable. I suppose you are, as well."

Pesky RL schedules.

[pocketpretzels]

Wednesday nights were date night with Steven, and so they tended to be off-island as often as not. "Trooper Station, every Friday," Watts affirmed. "The bakery as well if somewhat handwavily but not, it seems, when you are there. Unfortunate."