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[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.

[duderaider]

[look, stabbing fruit with pointy sticks is totally a valid life choice. but he'll get the forks, holding one out to her, once he's grabbed them. and in a terrible English accent:]

Your utensil, ma'am.

[somewhere, Cutter probably wants to punch someone and doesn't understand why]

[howmuchtrouble]

Why, thank you.

[She does her best to match his hoity toity vibe, before pulling off the cellophane around the basket and dishing out some of the fruit. She'll also toss in some of the other options, because if they're breaking it open, they might as well enjoy.]

Do you want one of the chocolate covered pineapples?

[duderaider]

You really need to ask?

[yes. yes, he does, in fact, want some of the chocolate covered pineapple]

[howmuchtrouble]

[She adds one of the sticks to the plate before passing it over to him with a smile.]

Bon appetit.

[duderaider]

Thanks.

[he takes the plate for her, immediately reaching for the pineapple. he has it about halfway to his mouth, even, when he stops abruptly]

Wait, wait, wait.

Are we, like, eating stuff, one at a time, so we can judge what a good watermelon is or whatever?

[that is how they got here, right? over an 'argument' on watermelon]

[howmuchtrouble]

Oh, good point.

[She looks down at the plate.]

So the plan was honeydew versus watermelon, right? Maybe we should just take it one cube at a time.

[duderaider]

Start with the honeydew?

[so he has something to wash his mouth out with, so to speak, with the watermelon, if he decides he still doesn't like honeydew]

[howmuchtrouble]

Honeydew it is.

[She reaches forward and skewers one of the pieces. It is good honeydew - lightly sweet and juicy enough that it's not a struggle to chew. Almost melts in your mouth.]

Yum.

[duderaider]

[Nathan pops a piece into his mouth, too, though it's slowly, tentatively, like he expects it to bite him if he moves too fast. once he's swallowed, the flinch of an expression he's been wearing softens a little]

Okay, it's definitely better than some of the ones I've had.

[he's still not sure he likes it, though?]

[howmuchtrouble]

I will accept better than you remember.

[It's not a win, necessarily, but better than him fully disgracing honeydew's good name.]

[duderaider]

[he can be taught. or something]

[anyway]

You wanna try the watermelon, next?

[howmuchtrouble]

Sure.

[The watermelon is actually pretty juicy, as well as nice and sweet. She contemplates, before considering.]

That's not bad either.

[duderaider]

[Nathan takes a bite of his own watermelon, satisfied]

Agree to ... kind of agree?

[since he's not exactly going to disagree that honeydew might be okay, maybe]

[howmuchtrouble]

Agree to kind of agree.

[She nods, before popping another piece of fruit in her mouth.]

We should find out where he ordered from. This is pretty good fruit. It'll be great for sending your brother Christmas gifts when he won't come home.

[duderaider]

Sam always was a sucker for a nice pineapple sunflower.

[it still might be hard to get an edible arrangement to him, however. he'd be willing to bet they don't deliver to middle of nowhere Mongolia, for example. not that that stops Nathan from juggling his plate and silverware over to one hand so he can try and find some kind of identifying mark on the arrangement]

[howmuchtrouble]

[They could probably find a way. The Fisher-Drake family is creative that way.]

I'm sure Chloe wouldn't mind benefiting either. Is he still working with her and Nadine?

[duderaider]

[it's true, they are]

Chloe, yes. Nadine? [Nathan makes a face and a so-so gesture] She didn't murder him, at least? [but he's not sure Nadine didn't stomp off after the Tusk of Ganesh job]

[howmuchtrouble]

I'd say that's a step in the right direction.

[Not wanting to murder someone is only a few short steps from being besties.]

Chloe and Nadine seemed to get along well though. Not sure if I should be pleased or worried.

[duderaider]

[Nathan lets out a bark of a laugh, at that]

Probably worried.

[a beat]

At least they're usually on our side?

[kind of. sort of. some of the time]