The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom (and Beyond!), Wednesday afternoon

[betterthanaplan]

Duke had plans with Octavia today to show her the ocean -- or the parts of it that could be easily reached from Fandom in an afternoon, anyway. So while he waited for her to arrive, he puttered around his boat, checking over the engine and bilge pump, plotting a couple possible routes on his charts, and checking the weather reports and tides for anything that might give them trouble.

Everything looked good for a lovely day at sea. He put together some beer and snacks, and sat back on his favorite bench with his ukelele while he waited.

A pair of porgs hopped up on the crate by his feet. He did his best to ignore them.

[for one!]

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[betterthanaplan]

Duke blinked. Yeah, that didn't even sound a little bit like 'thank you'.

"Mochof, then," he said with a smile. "I try."

[okteiviakom]

This was the culture that had taught Octavia to be as closed-off as she was. Maybe they just didn't want to be obvious about the sincere stuff?

There was a brief warmth in her eyes. Then she shrugged. "Did I see some beers on the deck?" she asked. "And is that a thing we can do? Stay here in the nothingness for a while, with beer?"

[betterthanaplan]

"Hell yes," Duke said. "Beers and snacks. Let me just drop anchor so we don't drift, and we can go chill. Maybe fish a little."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nodded, clearly pleased by her own standards. "Then that's the plan."

It'd kill a few hours before the inevitable return to the rest of civilization, and maybe that would be exactly what she needed.