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Fandom Library, Wednesday, July 2nd

There was a weird beach tableau happening in the library today. Books - beach reads, obviously - were lounging around, while Beach Boys played from some portable speakers. Some books rested on towels, some wear floaties around their covers, a few are clustered around a couple of different coolers. Arden had no idea of what could even be in those coolers. What snacks and beverages would books even bring to the beach?

Not curious enough to actually tread into their space, mind.

At least not until she saw a pair of books with a bottle of suntan lotion between them, the paper cover pulled slightly askew. "Okay, absolutely not!" she called. "We do not put lotion onto the books!"

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Or the book beach, maybe? It's up to you.

You know, Arden couldn't even argue with the books and their desire to go to the beach. Get your beach party on, little books.

Sometimes, Cal felt guilty for dressing in a way he knew Arden would like, because it felt like manipulation. But the warm weather made him feel less like he was being inappropriate, and the beach setting got rid of any last anxiety.

"Did you set this up to encourage outdoor reading or was the place just like this today?" he asked. BD-1 hopped off of his shoulder and immediately went to the speakers to judge the tech hookups like a nerd.

"Just like this, but now I wanna pretend like I did," Arden said, giving Cal a grin and a looooong onceover, her eyes lingering on his arms just a bit. "Makes me seem a lot more industrious." She leaned across the counter to kiss him. "Hiiiiiii."

"Hi," Cal said warmly, kissing her back happily. "You can take credit, I won't tell anyone. Isn't beach reading a thing? Like, if you go on vacation you get to read bad books?"

Gray slumped his way into the library and wordlessly slid a flier across the desk to Arden.

And then looked confused at the book beach party.

Fair. The book beach party was pretty confusing, but long enough in the Library and you just rolled with stuff.

"Oh hey!" Arden said brightly. "It's happening! That's awesome!" She looked up at Gray and attempted to gauge his body language. "...It is awesome, right?"

"I mean, it obviously needs more waffles," there was a whole day dedicated to waffles, "but Ray seems happy about it. Honestly, I'm just surprised he hasn't bankrupted us yet running one restaurant." Castor truly worked miracles on the stock exchange.

"He also told me to ask you who hurt you with blueberries in their potato salad." He just wanted a word with them.

There's a whole day dedicated to waffles, Gray. A whole day.

"The foster family I had when Duke found me," Arden said with a sigh. "I spent a whole summer not eating potato salad. They also used Miracle Whip."

Gray lived his life like every day should be waffle day.

And he considered this information and, after a lengthy pause, asked the only question he could think of: "Who hurt them?"

But other people occasionally wanted other food, Gray! Sometimes you had to think of the other people!

"Dunno," Arden said. "I was seven when I was with them, so I missed a lot of grownup stuff."

Other people were wrong.

"Are we sure they were human? Maybe there was something wrong with their taste buds." Something very, very wrong.

Unfortunately, other people could taste other flavors besides 'sweet.'

"Well, they didn't believe me about the angels that were hurting me, so...who knows?" Arden said, ultra casually. "Pretty sure they were human, though."

"But the blueberries."

Hey, you know where blueberries did belong? Waffles, that's where. Case closed, waffles win.

"I know! Look, it was a very traumatizing year for me," Arden said with a snort. "Why do you think the horror lingered so long?"

Which was worse, being tormented by "angels" by night, or potato salad with blueberries and Miracle Whip by day?

...honestly, tough call.

"I'm a little scared that if I tell Raiden someone actually did that, he'll try it," Gray confessed. "And then he might cry. I don't want to make Raiden cry!"

"Oh and if you tell him that, like, I cried or something, he might try to make it work?" Arden shuddered. "Don't tell him. He's too gentle."

Arden was trying to not picture him in, like, board shorts or whatever.

I wanna go to the beach!

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