betterthanaplan | The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Christmas Eve

As a rule, he didn't tend to do much for the winter holidays -- unless you counted "go somewhere it's not winter" -- but some combination of Fandom's festivities and the cold weather had actually put him into something of a Christmas-y mood this year, so the Rouge's deck was -- well. Decked. There were string lights and garlands all over the open deck area, especially around the table holding the big thermos of hot, buttered rum. He'd set up a little fire pit on the metal cargo-bay doors, and the door to the galley and lounge below-decks was propped open with a now-dormant loaf of yesterday's fruitcake, in case people preferred to go in where it was warmer.

As discussed, Duke had only mentioned the party to a few people since planning it with Rey. It was Christmas, though, so if people decided to wander up and say hi, he wouldn't turn them away.

[up early and ready for all the slowplay. A few people in the know expected, but as it says in the narrative, it's open for wandering in if you want, too!]

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To be fair, food was fairly plentiful under the sea, but it wasn't exactly easy to get, considering it was still alive and there were multiple other predators going for the same prey. Larceny had never exactly gone hungry, she'd just never really been full, either.

"And they just...share? With everyone?"

"Yeah."

She might've added a 'for free' but she still thought that should have been a given. And anyway, she had the feeling Larceny wasn't any more used to paying for food than she was.

"They let you take some with you, too. For later."

"I'm not allowed to have food in my room anymore," Larceny said solemnly.

Okay, that deserved a slight eyebrow raise.

"Why not?"

What did you do, Lucy?

"Not me!" Lucy declared. "Bird-things started it!"

There had been a fight.

"The bird-things --" Octavia started, before some suspicions clicked. And she shook her head. "Okay, I don't want to know."

She was very fond of the porgs, okay.

"Okay," Larceny said, easily.

There was a pause and then, "I don't know what to say to you next."

Octavia huffed out a snort, almost despite herself. One side of her mouth ticked up, just barely.

I bet she could use a perspective like yours.

"That's fine," she rasped. "I don't know half the time, either."

"Because I'm weird?"

Octavia shook her head. It was only a tiny movement.

"Because I'm weird, too."

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