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[Something between gasping and coughing and laughing and who even knows anymore.]

We're alive. We're fine. Rhys and me. Back where we started. If you hear either of us collapse it's because I think we might be sick with relief. Well, Rhys might, at least. Not that I can blame him.

[And rambling don't forget rambling.]

Ohhhhhmygod thank you. Thank frick. Both. Don't -- I mean, the collapsing would be understandable. I'm pretty sure I would have done it if I were standing up. By fine do you mean unharmed? Physically healed? I know that isn't the biggest concern, kinda, but it's the most immediate. Because, you know - ow.

[ Did someone say rambling I THINK THEY DID ]

Healed of everything important, yes. The dehydration as well in Rhys's case. Nothing left but some scarring and bruising. And an intense craving for some bloody pancakes.

... not literally bloody. I'm so sorry.

Oh, don't pretend you wouldn't try it. You wanna head downtown for pancake supplies after we meet up? I kinda think Rhys would appreciate a little downtime, too. Just a hunch.

[ plus pancake cravings are highly contagious and transmittable across the network, ok ]

Well.

[He thinks about saying that after over a hundred hours of feeding off his own blood, he might have very slightly lost the craving, but under some totally bizarre set of circumstances that does not strike him as a comforting thing to say.]

I feel that we should push forward, but... we may do it better if we're all well pancaked. I mean. Fed.

Mmhmm. There's no adventuring fuel quite as effective as pancakes. And those cute pastries from the bakery section. And chocolate. Would filling one of our spare bags with chocolate bars be overkill?

[ Because she's going to do that. Overkill or not. Smash the system. ]

Oh, and bacon! That keeps for a while without spoiling. Fresh bread, too. And we could find a vegetable and wave it at Rhys to see if he withers away, and...

I don't know, how long can you survive on chocolate alone? [Sounding a bit airy there, almost like he doesn't actually care (spoilers he doesn't.)]

And lemons. Lemon juice. Something against the scurvy. Have I mentioned how we almost definitely all have scurvy? It's been on my mind, what with all the singing...

[wait]

There's a logic to that. I'm sure there is.

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Isn't scurvy the thing sea pirates used to get? I'm not - I mean - have you tasted lemons on their own? They're --

[ wait

would beckett potentially just bite into a freaking lemon like it's an apple

because angel would absolutely be down for letting him make his own mistakes there ]

-- not as good as drakefruit, but Iunno if they even have those on Earth. We'll have to check that out.

[Young lady he sees what you're doing there.]

The reason I know we need lemons to avoid scurvy is because I managed to avoid scurvy. So yes, I have tasted lemons.

[Averted!]

But not drakefruit.

[Then again?]

Crap. I mean - darn. You've tasted lemons and you're still willing to eat them un...altered? Come on, dude. Scurvy can't be that bad.

[ Angel you are sitting in the same room as a fucking doctor. Angel, no. ]

There's gotta be some kind of alternative. Chicken soup is supposed to keep you from getting sick! But you can't really make that in a frying pan, huh. Vitamin-fortified cereal?

Spoken like someone who's never encountered scurvy. You do know your teeth fall out and your wounds stop healing, right? [Behold his two bits of actual medical knowledge he is so proud of them.]

I think oranges are also an option. Never had the chance to test it scientifically, but I think we should. I don't see a downside.

Oh. Maybe that was still a thing on Pandora? I saw a lot of people with teeth missing and open wounds. I kinda assumed that was due to bandits and bar fights.

[ lbr, it probably WAS because of bandits and bar fights. She's still going to eat like fifty oranges now, tho. ]

I take it you saw a lot of it on that one ship you were on? With your friend and the whiskey barrel.

If they had scurvy they were not banditing. Not if it was serious, anyway. [He hesitates a little at her question, but really, he's walked himself into it. And quibbling about anything seems silly right now.]

As a mortal sailor, actually. They were very unhealthy times.

...A sailor?

[ As one can probably imagine, Angel has had zero experience with Actual People Who Sail On Actual Boats That Go On Water™. Shit's archaic as fuck. Where all the hoverbikes and monster trucks and fancy cars at?

So. Her only real knowledge of sailors is from pop culture bullshit. Which means she is immediately imagining Beckett in one of those twee little old-timey sailor uniforms.

YO HO. ]

You? Really?

Yes? In the British Merchant Navy, sailing the Atlantic. [He didn't think it'd be that amazing a revelation, until it does indeed occur to him that Angel may not have any kind of experience at all with... anything boats. Wait. Maybe even -]

Have you ever seen the sea, Angel?

I think so. I mean - of course I've seen it, through my satellites. But I think I remember going paddling with Jack when I was very little? I had to wear one of those scuba suit things so my markings were hidden.

I don't remember much about it. It has to have been before mom died, so. A long time ago. And definitely not as interesting as anything you got up to, I'm sure!

[ Though she's betting the outfits were about as dumb ]

[He gives a patented vampiric wry chuckle.] If you are picturing high adventure, don't. There are few things as tedious as a long sea journey, except when it's terrifying. Maybe if you were an officer on a warship... but I was a deckhand on a tobacco merchant. Dull as death.

[Except when it was terrifying. These are about the two impressions the sea has had on him. Still...]

I'm glad you remember. I can't imagine a whole life without ever seeing the ocean.

Dull? Travelling with merchants is really dangerous on Pandora. Were band-- uh. Were pirates not into trying to steal your cargo? Didn't you ever get your booty plundered, even onc--

I'm so glad Steph didn't witness that.

Tell me about when it was terrifying!

I. Uh. [Of all things, this is the one kind of stories he'd never thought he'd be sharing, certainly not as examples of adventure. They didn't feel like it at the time, though at the time nothing felt much like anything, so...]

No pirates that I can recall. Our cargo was never that interesting. We, uh... saw a giant squid once? A true giant, maybe fifty feet. Its tentacles reached the deck and we were certain it was going to eat us all alive... but looking back I think it was as scared of us as we were of it.

... but I have never had my booty plundered, thank you very much.

Pfftsnrk. I'd be willing to bet that the house with the - the, uh, exotic literature will have something about tentacles and plundered booty, you know. You're not helping your case here.

[ Being able to laugh again - or snicker immaturely, if we're being accurate - is good and Angel is going to abuse the shit out of it. SO THERE. ]

I'm sorry, what?

[Angel. Pay close attention. Because it is happening.

Vampire dad is unwise in the ways of tentaclebooty.]

How are tentacles supposed to relate to - oh - Lilith's blood, girl.

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