Told you so
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By the Lake at Kellerman's, Thursday Afternoon
What Jonothon knew about canoeing could be summed up in very few words: There is a boat. There are paddles. Somehow, you use one in order to propel the other, and pray you don't fall in.

Not that he was particularly worried about falling in. Fears of drowning were pretty much obliterated along with his need to breathe. And anyhow, there were lifejackets. Lifejackets which, he had to note, looked absolutely ridiculous.

//The bright orange'll be a good look on yer, luv,// he mused, leaning over the edge of the wharf to peer into the canoe.

[For the daaaate. Stuck here so as to not risk breaking the Kellerman's posts. I'm done spamming the flist today, promise!]


2009-10-17 12:48 am (UTC) (Link)

"That would be interesting," Didi said. "I like dogs. Not sure about rescue dogs."


2009-10-17 12:51 am (UTC) (Link)

//I haven't got any experience with rescue dogs, myself. But I suppose so long as we're out here, we don't have to worry much about them saving us, do we?//

A pause.

//Or, wait. Dogs swim, don't they? That's just what we need. A lapful of helpful wet bloodhound hoppin' into the boat to save th'day.//


2009-10-17 01:22 am (UTC) (Link)

"And then we'd really find out how cold the water is in October," Didi said with a laugh. "I don't care how friendly the dog is, that would not be fun."


2009-10-17 01:26 am (UTC) (Link)

//And then we'd have to escort it back to th'shore,// Jono added. //I suppose that'd be as good an excuse as any to go warm up by th'campfire, or some such thing.//

Or Jono could warm them both up, but 'I provide heat with the roiling psionic furnace that blew off my chest' didn't really seem romantic.

At all.


2009-10-17 01:35 am (UTC) (Link)

Didi eyed him. "You want to watch me eat s'mores?" she asked.

Ignoring, for the moment, her date's possible functions as a space heater, yes.


2009-10-17 01:38 am (UTC) (Link)

//Absolutely,// Jono agreed, as if he was duty-bound to do so. It was a very solemn decision that he'd just come to now. Really. //Someone has to be around to laugh when yer get yerself covered in melted marshmallow and chocolate.//

Edited at 2009-10-17 01:39 am (UTC)


2009-10-17 01:47 am (UTC) (Link)

"You forgot to mention the graham cracker crumbs," Didi said, equally serious. "They're key to the gestalt, right? Otherwise all you have is sugar."


2009-10-17 01:49 am (UTC) (Link)

//Of course. At least with the graham, yer can pretend that yer eating a health food.//

Because graham crackers were totally healthy! Really!


2009-10-17 02:04 am (UTC) (Link)

"The guy who invented them thought they were one," Didi informed him. "But it was the 19th century. If it didn't have gravy on it, it was healthy."


2009-10-17 02:09 am (UTC) (Link)

//Eating healthy is entirely overrated,// Jonothon decided. Because, as a guy who couldn't eat anything anymore, he was quite qualified to make such decisions. //Which, I suppose, makes it sound as though I'm sayin' that everything ought to have gravy on it.//

... Yes. Even s'mores.


2009-10-17 02:17 am (UTC) (Link)

"A little, but you're English," Didi said. "It's, y'know, expected that you'll think everything has to swim in gravy."


2009-10-17 02:19 am (UTC) (Link)

Jono would have sniffed in fake indignation if only he had lungs to assist him in that whole 'sniffing' part.

//Dinner wasn't ready until it was floating across th'plate. It's true.//

Wasn't that how it was supposed to be?


2009-10-17 02:27 am (UTC) (Link)

"That makes me picture crackers and herbs, bobbing away to their doom," Didi said, with mock sadness.


2009-10-17 02:31 am (UTC) (Link)

//Delicious doom,// Jono replied, pointedly.

And now he was... well, not hungry. He couldn't feel hunger anymore, or much of anything, really. But he wanted to eat, dammit.

//I suppose this means that I'll just have to cook for yer, sometime.//

He'd draft someone with a tongue to stand around and taste things as he went, so that he wouldn't accidentally assault Didi with too much or too little of any sort of spice.


2009-10-17 02:46 am (UTC) (Link)

Didi twirled a strand of hair. "Can you?" she asked. "I mean, I'd love it if you really want to, but it seems sort of cruel to make you do it."

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