Shenanigans!

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[phaselocknroll]

[ She doesn't understand just how he can fluster her like he does. She is a Siren warrior! She shouldn't be blushing furiously and stammering whenever he asks her a simple question.

She's glad he doesn't press it, though. ]

It's as good a plan as any.

[nostalgiabomb]

There's another town, I think. Few days away. But if we've got the Order and the Ravagers after us, they might be looking for us there. May have to avoid it altogether.

[phaselocknroll]

Well, where would they not expect us to go?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He chews on his lower lip thoughtfully. ] We could backtrack, hit up towns we've already visited.

[phaselocknroll]

[ she shakes her head ] Either way, that puts us in the Order's path. Their abbey is back the way we came.

[nostalgiabomb]

You think we should keep going then? Hit up the next town and hope for the best?

[phaselocknroll]

We could avoid the towns altogether. Stick to the wilderness. Head for the mountains.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He considers this for a second then nods. ] Travel in the mountains is rough. We'll still need to get supplies.

[phaselocknroll]

That goes without saying. I doubt we'll be welcome beck the way we just came, considering what happened. Shall we press forward and then skip town?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter's frown deepens slightly. He only knows in theory that Maya is powerful; he hasn't seen her in action, aside from the brief displays with the two Ravager scouts. He remembers Mordo's powers firsthand, though, and given the finality with which Maya said she had taken care of him-- well, he can only imagine what sort of devastation their fight left behind. ]

Seems like our best option. Hopefully news doesn't travel too fast.

[phaselocknroll]

I suppose there's only one way to find out.

... By the way, I left you some food from last night.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He looks sheepish, and his gaze flicks down awkwardly. ] ... Oh, right. Sort of-- passed out on you, didn't I.

[phaselocknroll]

It's fine. You needed your rest.

[nostalgiabomb]

I appreciate it. The food, I mean. You didn't have to.

[phaselocknroll]

I wasn't about to just let you lay there and starve.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He smirks. ] Definitely a mother hen.

[phaselocknroll]

[ she nudges him with a foot ]

Stop it.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Aaand the smile widens. ] Or what? You'll bury me in blankets and feed me to death?

[phaselocknroll]

Yes. It's a terrible way to go. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

[nostalgiabomb]

I'll have to take your word for it. To me, it just sounds cozy.

[ It's at that point, though, that his stomach makes itself known and complains a bit. ]

-- Sorry.

[phaselocknroll]

Apologize to your stomach, not me. I've only been telling you to eat for how long now?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He makes a face at her, not unlike one a five-year-old would make if he were dead set on being particularly difficult.

Buuuut he takes the food, though after the first bite, he does mumble good-naturedly, ] Worrywart.

[phaselocknroll]

[ She smiles a little ] What are friends for?

[nostalgiabomb]

My experience with friends has been pretty slim, but so far? Seems mostly like they're meant to pull your ass out of the fire.

Pretty nice, so far.

[phaselocknroll]

That was a rhetorical question.

But I agree- it's been pretty nice so far. [ you know, aside from that... whatever happened earlier. ]