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[howmuchtrouble]

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the action one pt. 2

[howmuchtrouble]

[A couple of weeks after they return from the Fountain of Youth, there's a knock on the door of Drake Salvage. One of the workers answers it and suddenly there are five of them walking a series of large edible arrangements into her office. She frowns, brow furrowing, before one of them passes her a note and her eyes widen in understanding. She laughs, before going in search of her husband.

When she finds him, she holds up the note.]

Someone sent us a fruit basket. Or rather, a collection of fruit baskets.

[duderaider]

[Nathan's in the process of inspecting some of the equipment they used during their last job, just to make sure it's still in working order. he'll likely inspect it again before they use it on another job. better safe than sorry, right? he's fallen from enough precarious positions for a lifetime, thanks]

[regardless, he looks up, when he hears her approaching]

Hey.

[and then he registers the note -- and at her explanation, blinks]

Uh, okay. [a beat] Who?

[fruit baskets aren't really what he'd expect a vampire to send in thank you, so Elijah doesn't even really cross his mind]

[howmuchtrouble]

[She holds the note out to him, which reads:

Mr. and Mrs. Drake,

My brother, Kol, informs me that this is a customary practice in these modern times as an expression of gratitude. It is also possible that he is trying to make a fool of me, as is his way, but regardless I wished to express my deepest thanks in your aiding Elijah and setting me free. I am in your debt.

- Finn Mikaelson]

Apparently he decided to show his gratitude in edible arrangements.

[duderaider]

[Nathan takes the note from her, and after he's read it, lets out a bark of a laugh. he hands it back, then]

Well, I mean, he's not wrong.

[about fruit baskets being the way to go]

Pretty sure I never expected a fruit basket, fruit baskets, plural, from a vampire, though.

[howmuchtrouble]

Me either. I do appreciate the thank you though. I thought we were never going to hear from them again.

[Or if they did it would be ... much bloodier.]

[duderaider]

Or if we did, it'd be a little more ... ehhh.

[great minds and all that]

[but anyway]

... do you send a thank you for a thank you? Like a card or something?

[howmuchtrouble]

I don't think so? But it's also not like we have an address to send it to.

[She hasn't been spending her free time hunting down vampires.]

Unless you want to do a deep dive looking for the Mikaelsons?

[duderaider]

[Nathan takes a moment, honestly considering that]

Yeah, I'm not sure that's a rabbit hole I wanna see how deep goes.

[never mind the fact that he already feels like they probably haven't seen the last of them. they know where they are, after all]

[howmuchtrouble]

Me either.

[She sighs as she drops down into the seat behind his desk.]

But it's still a sweet gesture.

[duderaider]

Yeah.

[a beat]

You wanna -- you wanna put 'em in the breakroom or whatever? [and another, the an an aside to himself and mostly for show:] Do we even have a breakroom?

[howmuchtrouble]

We have a space that could pass for a breakroom?

[Where people do congregate to eat lunch?]

I'm sure the guys will love it.

[duderaider]

[there is that]

It'll probably be the first time most of them have ever seen a fruit, so.

[not that he's one to talk, but he can't help but poke fun]

[howmuchtrouble]

[She laughs.]

Probably right. We don't get those exotic fruits like honeydew and cantelope here.

[duderaider]

[Nathan is silent for a moment, obviously for effect, and then tentatively, he asks:] ... what's a honeydew?

[you married this smartass]

[howmuchtrouble]

[She shake her head because yes, she's aware.]

One of the better melons, in my humble opinion.

[duderaider]

What? No. [he makes a face] No way. Watermelon is definitely the best.

[howmuchtrouble]

Have to disagree. Watermelon is just overly sweet water. Barely has any heft to it.

[She's not serious, but if he's going to make her take sides, she's going to take sides.]

[duderaider]

At least it tastes like something?

[like ... sweet water, but]

Honeydew has, like, zero flavor.

[howmuchtrouble]

You've clearly have not had good honeydew.

[Because there is plenty of flavor there if you get one that's picked at the perfect time, as with most fruit.]

[duderaider]

... possibly.

[he'll allow her that, at least]

Maybe you've just never had a good watermelon.

[he's also not above turning that back around on her]

[howmuchtrouble]

Guess we should break into one of these fruit baskets and see who's right.

[There's enough that they can still leave plenty for the crew.]

[duderaider]

[Nathan starts to get to his feet, gesturing to the door]

Guess we should.

[lead the way, wife]

[howmuchtrouble]

[She will, husband. She'll head back into the break room and snag one of the ones the crew hasn't broken into and inspected the contents.]

Grab some plates?

[duderaider]

[Nathan turns to do just that]

You want me to grab, like, some forks, too? Or are we doing this barbarian style?

[howmuchtrouble]

Forks work.

[Otherwise, she's just going to pull out one of the decorative sticks and use it to skewer pieces, while occasionally nibbling on the chocolate covered pineapple.]

Probably should act like civilized people.