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[inspirited]

CHARACTERS: Ned & Chuck
LOCATION: Kitchens
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: Just hanging out in the kitchens just while all the commotion about the pirates is just starting.
NOTES: Basically backdated to about the 20th.



[When Chuck heard about the pirates boarding the ship, she couldn't help but think it was kind of exciting at first because like most things in this place she had only read about then. Of course they could be entirely different than what she had read about except for the part where they they were invading the ship to steal things.

Chuck was aware things could get dangerous especially if the pirates stuck around, that being why they were being told to head to the gardens but she wasn't that worried at the moment and for now she was in the kitchens hanging out with Ned]

Comments

[touchie]

[ That's the type of thing The Lonely Tourist would do. Cheeky smiles and bright eyes for the type of things that has The Pie Maker curling into fetal position, very calm, very safe.

But it's difficult to dislike that enthusiasm. Despite their situation, where they are and what sort of things lurk about, that general air is quite refreshing. Everything is cleared, for just a moment, and it's just Ned and Chuck Charles.

And that's literally how it is. It's literally just them in this kitchen for this moment. Ned. Chuck. Ned and Chuck. ]

—You don't suppose they would be needing baking supplies? [ A beat. ] Go pirating the baking supplies?

[inspirited]

The baking supplies? [Chuck paused to consider this for a moment] Well not specifically but it's possible— though they seem like they're more interested in taking other things.

[touchie]

'Taking other things.'

[ An uneasy look. A glance and he knits his fingers together. Uncertain what to do with his arms and where to direct his eyes. He decides on the wall. ]

I suppose the process would be 'take the booty, leave with the booty, and no one is hurt.' Right?

I just hope it stays that way.

[inspirited]

Yeah, that's how it usually goes. [She knows a lot of people weren't too happy with that given the the initial broadcast the pirates made but overall she didn't want people to get hurt either]

I hope it stays that way too though.

[touchie]

[ And there's silence.

He's sitting on the ground, picking at saran wrap and twisting it into 'art.' And by 'art,' that's literally just wrapped up balls that he stacks at his side. Passing the time.

Eyes flickers back in her direction. ]

How about any games...? [ He practically coughs up the suggestion. God, how long are they going to be in here? Why was this is supposedly great idea?

He lifts the saran wrap for his next point: ] Games using this for brownie points. [ A beat. ] Not for actually baking brownies.

[inspirited]

[She can't help but laugh slightly, she just moves so that she is sitting across from him] Oh. A game— we could definitely do that. Do you have one in mind?