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]

"I gather it spends most of its time sleeping. I might just have to brave it and try again -- just, you know, on the other side of the island."

[okteiviakom]

"Good," Octavia decided. "I don't want you to get eaten."

Because, again, she'd almost had that happen and so she knew first-hand how terrible that was.

But also just in general.

[betterthanaplan]

“I prefer to avoid it, myself,” Duke said. “I’m very trouble-avoidant.”

God help him, he actually thought that was true.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had known him for like a week, and yet here she was, giving him a silent look that was on the dryly judgey side.

Because, really?

[betterthanaplan]

“What?” Duke asked at that look. “I am! I can’t help it if trouble always manages to find me anyway.”

[okteiviakom]

The look melted into something a tad more amused - but also snarky.

"So what you're saying is that you're just not very good at being trouble-avoidant."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke opened his mouth to respond, then sighed and nodded. "Yes. I guess that's exactly what I'm saying."

[okteiviakom]

And from snarky to smug, now. Still faint, though, though there was almost a smile that went with it.

"That's okay," she said. "I still want that ID, anyway."

And fully trouble-avoidant people probably wouldn't make that happen for her.

[betterthanaplan]

"Glad to hear it," Duke said. "Since my guy's already working on one for you. You don't mind being from Texas, do you?"

[okteiviakom]

Okay, that definitely counted as a smile, the way it widened some. Guess the trick was to surprise her.

She tempered it down pretty quickly, though. "They have a lot of horses in Texas." That was the sum total of her knowledge of Texas. Well, 'knowledge'. "I'm okay with that."

[betterthanaplan]

"That they do," Duke said, smiling back. He was definitely going to try to get more of those out of her, however he could. "I should be able to get it next week."

[okteiviakom]

"Then maybe they'll even start serving me at the Devil's Nest around the time they should."

And she'd be able to throw axes and have beer, the way the gods intended.

The wry expression softened into something a little more sincere. She glanced out the window, then back at him. "Thank you," she said. "For that. But also for this." It was a fairly wide and accommodating 'this'.

[betterthanaplan]

"No problem," Duke said. "You're good company."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah," Octavia replied, lightly, like she was half-humoring him there but still pleased to hear it. "Yu laik seintaim."

This afternoon? Was a good afternoon.

[betterthanaplan]

"How do you say 'thank you' in Trig?"

[okteiviakom]

"Mochof."

How that had evolved, she could only guess.

[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.