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Library [03.14]

//I don't. Eat. Pie.//

Jono was having a bit of a difficult time of things, today at the library. A small army of amusingly dressed rodents seemed to have accosted the entire contents of the cookbook section, and had constructed a wee rat-sized pirate ship out of those books. All of them seemed to hold a common theme, in that they all seemed to be flipped open to pie recipes.

The rat that he could only assume was the captain was pointing demandingly at a picture of a particularly attractive bumbleberry pie, and was waving his wee cutlass at Jonothon threateningly.

//And even if I did, I certainly wouldn't bake any for yer.//

It was moments like this that he seriously found himself wishing he could just direct any and all annoyances on through the door into Special Collections.

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"Maybe," Ben said, blushing. "She's pretty astral. Well, this version, anyway."

//And this version's th'one that matters,// Jono noted, carefully. He'd had enough experience with alternate selves already this week to be able to spot a sore point when he saw one. //Tell me about her then, mate? This one, I mean.//

"She has the best smile in the galaxy," Ben said with a grin of his own. "And she's astral with a lightsaber, and she's funny. And she never wears shoes, which made zombie fighting kind of gross."

//Ew,// Jonothon agreed.

Zombies were one of a multitude of things that he never wanted to attempt to fight without shoes on his feet.

//Sounds like yer found yerself a good one, mate,// he replied, and then he was more or less hell-bent on looking amused. //Though I've got to respectfully disagree with yer on one count, mate.// ARRR! //... Matey.//

Sigh.

//Didi's smile is th'best in th'galaxy, and nobody out there can possibly tell me otherwise.//

It was a boyfriend thing, wasn't it?

"How about we split the galaxies between us and that way I don't have to beat you up?" Ben teased. "Tahiri can have the best smile in my galaxy."

Jono took a moment to seriously consider that one.

//I suppose that's fair,// he settled on. //Didi's got th'best smile in this one, and that means Tahiri's got diplomatic immunity, or somesuch.//

He could absolutely misuse phrases like that when it came to pretty smiles, damn it.

Ben grinned and nodded. "Sounds official enough to me, and I'm trained in negotiation."

//And I'm trained in knowin' a pretty face when I see one,// Jono decided.

Hey, he had to be good at something, here.

//Now, all we have t'do is make certain that Tahiri doesn't start vying for Didi's position, and we won't have t'worry about an intergalactic incident of some sort.//

Ben snickered. "I didn't know there was training involved for spotting a pretty face. I thought I was just naturally gifted."

He tapped his fingers against the counter. "We should get together--the four of us."

Assuming Tahiri came back. This was Skywalker repression/optimism at its finest.

And Jonothon was awesome at feeding repression, possibly because he was so very terrible at actually repressing anything, himself. He had to make up for lost ground somewhere!

//We ought to, mate. Another trip to th'cinema, perhaps. Something with fewer hockey masks, though. I don't think Didi would ever forgive me if I made her watch somethin' like that.//

Well, he supposed she probably would. And it was adorable every time she squeaked and hid her face in his armpit. But...

Ben nodded eagerly. "What other kinds are there? Holodramas?"

//I'll pretend I know what that is,// Jono replied, pleasantly, //an' just knock 'holo' off of that. Drama, comedy, action, fantasy, though I can't really see fantasy bein' very fantastic in a place like this... Family entertainment, and th'like. Romance.//

That last one came with the requisite eyeroll, yes. Romance films were a touch too soppy for Jono, generally.

"I don't like romances," Ben said quickly. "Let's not let the girls pick, just in case they do."

//I'm certain there's something we can agree on that in't that,// Jono reasoned. //An action-comedy, maybe. Somethin' for everybody.//

Those had to exist, right?

"That sounds good," Ben said. "Do those exist?"

//If they don't, they bloody well ought to,// Jono decided. //Otherwise, we're stuck with romance, or they're stuck with another slasher film.//

"Maybe we can watch that documentary with the man in black?" Ben suggested hopefully.

Jono considered this suggestion carefully.

And then a little more carefully.

And then finally, he quirked an eyebrow at Ben and asked, //Johnny Cash?//

Hey, it was the only man in black that he knew about.

"This guy sword fights," Ben added. "And is a pirate?"

Maybe Johnny Cash could too.

Jono considered for a moment more, while the rats all cheered in a chorus of 'ARRRRRRRR.'

//That one with th'princess, then? Who's his bride?//

Not quite the same as Johnny Cash. But at least there was that Spanish fellow with the catchy motto.

[And bed for me! SP is love?]

"That's the one!" Ben said, nodding eagerly.

[We love slowplay like pi.]

//Yer know, I actually don't hate that one?//

For Jono, that was about as good as it got, unfortunately. Even if the pi-rats disapproved of him not loving anything with so many Dread Pirate references in it.

And Ben knew Jono well enough to recognize that as a glowing (in the safety of his own head he could make terrible puns) endorsement.

"We'll pick a date when Tahiri gets back," Ben replied. "Which will be...some time."

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