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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part II

The lawn was arranged with tables and chairs - some near the food, some not - and there was plenty of food to go around. The school had even wised up and put to-go boxes by the plates, so people didn't have to put food in their pockets to take it with them for later. No one was gonna judge you for making some pocket bacon, but at least now it wasn't a necessity.

[OCD is up! This is the picnic post for general mingling. Roommates, fake siblings and teachers are all here. Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers, and townies!]

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Well, for the price of a kiss, Vette would certainly let Sidon help her with those boxes!

"My hero," she laughed, smiling up at him. "How did you know I was looking for an empty pair of capable hands right about now?"

"Didn't you know?" Sidon asked, any attempts to sound lofty about it spoiled terribly by his chuckle and the grin on his face, which wasn't going anywhere any time soon. "I've got a sense for these sorts of complicated dilemmas, and it would be terribly tragic to notice you eyeing more of these tantalizing morsels and having to turn away from them despite your longing on the mere technicality of only have two hands., when such a simple solution not only exists, but is fantastically eager to be put into action!"

"Oh, I intend to take full advantage of your hands, then," Vette laughed.

... And if it was anybody else, maybe there would have been a dirty implication behind that statement. But Vette was not actually the dirty-minded Twi'lek girl that half the glaxy suspected she might be.

"If you don't mind carrying about eight kilos of potato chips, I mean."

She was stockpiling for winter or something.

Sidon would have to admit, some of the edge of the dirty implications did sneak into his mind for a moment. The thoughts were still rather charmingly innocent, but he was undeniably in a bit of an awakening lately for something that most Zora his age had already discovered at least a decade ago.

"I would happily carry eighty kilos of them if you so desired," he assured her. He wasn't entirely sure exactly how much that was, if he was honest, but he knew that he would at least make his best attempt. "Feeling a bit ravenous today, are we, Vette?"

Vette ducked her head a little, smiling, but there was a sort of sheepish bent to it, then.

"Not ravenous, no," she admitted. "Most of this stuff is for later. Food that'll keep, you know? Chips, cookies, some of the baked goods last a while. And there was a bowl of nuts, I think those'll be okay for a week or two..."

Hoarding. She was hoarding. And while she wasn't being called out on it or anything, she was suddenly feeling very self-conscious about it.

Things that would last a while despite the fact that she'd been living here how long and there was never a single moment when Sidon walked into the common room and opened the refrigerator to find it practically stuffed to the gills with food?

Sidon realized immediately what had happened and winced slightly as he realized what he'd said, and wondered if he could double down on his offer and promise to carry eight hundred kilos for her, if she needed.

"A superb idea," he said, hoping he managed to recover smoothly enough. "With the winter approaching, there's no telling what may happen. There's always extra room in the common room on my floor, as well, if you need, and you know I have a whole closet in my room that's entirely going to waste..."

Although there was a good chance some of Paris's binders and folders or whatever else it was she had had managed to make their way in there; he didn't exactly check it often. She could have a whole library tucked away, for all he knew.

"See," Vette said immediately, latching on to that out. "I mean, if what we just had wasn't winter, how bad does it really get? And the power went out and people were just having 'eating all the food before it goes bad' parties in the common rooms, so it can't hurt to have a ready supply, right?"

Food insecurity was kind of rampant among her people. Even without taking the rest of her history into account, Ryloth wasn't exactly renowned for its vast tracts of arable land or anything.

And as someone who had grown up being able to take literally two steps and find food, even in the scarcity after Calamity Ganon's arrival, it was still something Sidon had to remember...even if he'd only really known about it since the weekend they were but mere hatchlings.

"Precisely," he said with firm enthusiasm, smiling at her. "What an incredible display of foresight, Vette. Last year, I don't recall it ever getting quite as bad as the last weekend, but one can never tell. I know I'll be grateful to know that, in a pinch, I'll not need to venture too far to find something to eat....assuming, of course," his smile broadened a little, "you wouldn't terribly mind me dipping into your stores perhaps a little."

...most of the things she was going to be taking were borderline inedible for him. It would not even remotely be an issue.

Vette looked thoughtful for a moment, and then looked toward the tables, tilting her head.

"You know, it's weird they don't have any dried fish or anything," she mused. "I bet I could find something, though..."

Cans! They canned everything, right? Sure, it was cooked right to hell and back, but at least it was fish! Not... not that it was an actual concern. Because she was sure he was either humoring her or trying to let her save face, one of those two things.

Maybe now was a good time for a strategic topic change.

"So, back to Fandom Island, huh? Missing home yet?"

Sidon wanted to assure her that it was fine, really, she needn't go through the trouble, but a topic change seemed far better and more efficient, and who was he to he to keep her from having her own methods of feeling helpful when he was so dedicated to his own?

So he smiled faintly at her and nodded. "Always," he said, " but it was incredibly nice to visit again, especially after last week. Everyone seemed to have had a good time, as well, which is more important than anything else. I do wish I had more time to spend with everyone; I didn't even have the chance to introduce you properly to my father, Vette, for which I sincerely apologize, but there is, thankfully," hopefully, "always next time."

"I would have liked the chance to meet him, I think," Vette admitted.

While at the same time being utterly terrified of the prospect.

"I meant to," she added, "but I met the welcoming committee on the way in, and they had so much to say," space, had they ever, "that, wouldn't you know it, I was just completely tired out," hiding, "when they were done."

If it helped, it was also a prospect that terrified Sidon to a small degree, as well, because if he worried that Vette sometimes found him overwhelming...

...well, it was clearly something he shouldn't concern himself with until the next trip, anyway.

"Welcoming committee?" he asked, blinking a moment with a tilt of his head before a light of realization illuminated his expression and he laughed a little. "Oh, do you mean Tona and Tula? You know, it's the strangest thing, they were rather like that last time, too. So eager to meet everyone and absolutely talk their fins off, as far as I can tell, yet I swear, I've hardly ever be able to get more than a mere sentence out of them more often than not! I suppose they're just particularly excited about the idea of meeting so many new and interesting people!"

"I have to hand it to them, they're really dedicated to their topic of choice once they get going," Vette offered.

That topic, of course, being Sidon himself.

"They had so many questions, I had no idea where to start."

And she'd learned afterwards that there weren't actually any really great places to just flat-out hide forever, damn it.

"What sort of things did they ask you about?" Sidon would hate to pry, of course, but it was impossible for him not to wonder how the other Zora had taken to Vette. Of course, he couldn't imagine they'd be anything but amazed by her, as he was. "They must have been incredibly curious!"

"Oh yeah," Vette agreed breezily. "Plenty of questions, like if I knew anything about the Prince's new girlfriend, or had any idea what it was about her that he thought was so special."

She didn't even have the first clue how to dance around that one. So... she didn't.

Sidon's eyes widened for a moment; he blinked, shook his head slightly, and almost asked Vette to repeat herself, because, surely, he must have heard her incorrectly, she couldn't have said...

"How could they have even possibly have known?" Sidon asked, frowning, shaking his head slightly again. "I hadn't imparted any information about our relationship to anyone besides my father. I know how my people can be; you wouldn't have had even a moment to yourself the whole time we were there! Why, I practically had to make a royal decree to keep them from making some sort of monument to honor Breq!"

And he...really didn't want to have to make a royal decree of Please Leave My Girlfriend Alone. And the idea that he might have to bothered him a bit, too.

He sighed, a rough sort of sigh, as if trying to expel the little burst of protective anger that had welled up in him, and he found a faint smile again. "At least that would have been a short conversation, though," he said, "as the answers to those questions would have surely revealed themselves in mere moment."

Because Sidon, of course, felt that Vette just radiated specialness just by existing, and couldn't imagine anyone being unable to see that.

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Vette kind of looked up at him at that, feeling faintly at a loss. How was she supposed to tell him otherwise? That they'd stood there for a good ten, fifteen minutes, just trying to figure out if there was something special about her between them.

That she suspected their speculation had gone on for some time afterwards.

That the immediate assumption was because Sidon clearly preferred blue.

So she blew out a breath, slapped on a crooked little smile, and said, "Hey. You. Sit your butt down on the ground for a moment, would you?"

Because she was down here and he was up there, and for the time being, that just wouldn't do.

Edited 2018-12-30 13:06 (UTC)

That was a request that would absolutely not need to be repeated, and, gaining a better grip on his own smile, Sidon dutifully sat his butt on the ground, then regarded Vette with the hopeful anticipation that would likely always be tied to a suggestion like that.

See? That was far better. She didn't have to crane her head to see him, he didn't have to strain his neck to look at her, and it made stepping forward to wrap her arms around him and give him a kiss that much simpler.

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