fandomhigh | The Library is Open (03/30)

Closed so the aides can eat in peace if they so choose.

Parker's back here with her lunch, obtained from the NPC Deli: caviar on little crackers, gouda cheese, white grapes, crudites with strawberry jam, shrimp on toasties, and mini-gooseberry tartlets.

She might share if you ask nice.

Zero did not ask, but one of Parker's mini-gooseberry tartlets might have disappeared while she wasn't looking.

Parker may have cocked an eyebrow... and left another one out. Just dangling. Just outside of her reach. Supposedly.

And it might have disappeared, also. Perhaps to join its tartlet brother. Perhaps it was eaten by a teal deer.

Darn those teal deer.

Swallowing another bite of caviar, Parker asks, "Any new songs I should hear?"

She is contemplating the last tartlet. Yummy, golden, with brown sugar dusting the top. Mmmm.

"I've been working on one. 'Everybody's Got Their Gnome,' but it's not finished yet."

The last tartlet remains unmolested by Zero or teal deer.

"Gnomes? Do we have those now, instead of gremlins?"

Parker carefully cuts the tartlet in two, and pops one half in her mouth.

The other half goes on a napkin, off to the side.

Where it remains unmolested, because Zero is not so much of a thief to eat the last of the tartlet. And neither are the teal deer.

"Squall, I hope not. It's from something stupid Twitch said on the phone. I have no idea what he wanted to actually say, I was giggling too hard to hear his correction."

Not getting a bite, Parker reels the tartlet back in and pops it in her mouth. After she's done chewing, she asks, "And how is your bro? And how's Arsenal? Do they know we had gremlins, by the way?" Parker looks around, then adds, "And may have again, you never know."

Parker leaves out a couple grapes for the teal deer.

Oooh, grapes. "Everyone's fine. I haven't told them about the gremlins, but they know about some of the weird. It was hard to miss."

Parker munches on some more caviar, thinking. "True, but your band still doesn't know, do they? What are they doing right now, anyway?"

One grape escapes and makes a break for the edge of the counter.

"Parker, your grape is escaping. Flora wants to find a new singer, since I'm, y'know, never there. She says I could still guest-sing or whatever when I'm home. Which is far nicer than some of her previous offers..."

Parker pounces on it, and manages to save the grape from any marauding teal deer. "Thanks. That kind of sucks, still. Isn't it your band? And your music?"

A crudite with strawberry jam is left out for experimental purposees. To see if teal deer like strawberries.

It would seem that teal deer do, in fact, like strawberries. Researchers would be astounded.

"Theoretically, but they already almost kicked me out once. Maybe I could start a band here."

Parker notes the results with interest, and eats the shrimp. Because they're good shrimp. And she needs to eat more of this if she's going to continue the experiment.

"Hmmmm." Parker narrowed her eyes, thinking. "You could? I mean, it's not like the zombie band is much competition. And you could get work on the mainland, some weekends. There's got to be a few more people here who'd want to join up."

"Hmm. I don't know who's really musical, even. I guess I could do auditions."

"That'd be amusing."

Another crudite is left out to the side, with a slice of gouda on it. More data to be collected.

"What instruments would you need? You sing and play guitar. Drums, keyboards...?"

"Don't know about keyboard, but we'd need a bass. And another guitar, preferably."

Gouda, coincidentally, is one of Zero's favorite cheeses. The crudite quickly disappears.

The wildlife report on the teal deer is becoming more comprehensive. Parker eats a few grapes as she ponders her next move.

"So at least three people, maybe four. You could hold auditions this semester, and then work on it over the summer. You're going back to be around when Arsenal has the baby, right?"

"Yeah, and I'm supposed to be goin' to summer classes, get a jump start on film school. But mostly? Eee baby!"

Snickering, Parker said, "Damn. I wish I knew what I was doing this summer."

Another little toastie, this one with a slice of summer sausage, is place off to the side of the main food area. Parker is not looking at it.

"And baby, yay. Do they have names picked out yet? Hunh. Your niece or nephew will be the same age as Rory's little brother. Odd."

~~Zero~~ Teal deer, it seems, do not care for summer sausage. "Maybe they can date when they grow up."

Parker, on the other hand, is quite fond of it, and after the teal deer have had sufficient time to reconsider, she eats it in two neat bites.

"Heh. And their kids would be.... Frappachino Scar Hopeless-Savage Gilmore -- what? What's Arsena's guy's last name again?"

It's possible there's a shrimp on a cracker left alone, a sad target for roaming bluish omnivores.

"Shi, Claude Shi. The designer?"

Poor little shrimp onna cracker. It never stood a chance against those vicious bluish omnivores.

((All things considered, Parker should probably have heard of Claude.))

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