The Deck, early evening Thursday

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Dinah had hamburgers and hot dogs, some veggie platters and chips and dip, soft drinks and cake. Oh, and ice cream in the fridge inside for later.

Happy birthday, Will Shakespeare! Oh, and her too.

[very limited OCD about to go up!, for early justice and time zones; set before Dress Rehearsal/Previews.

Anyone welcome, even if you don't know her! I'm sticking to Dinah's thread to keep it simple.]

Comments

Re: FOOD.

[future_sandworm]

"You seem to prefer action," Leto noted. "What else do you take an interest in apart from your missions?"

Re: FOOD.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"I'm still figuring that out," she shrugged easily. "Being away from the Agency," away from Hilshire, "for so long has been somewhat disorienting."

Re: FOOD.

[future_sandworm]

"No conclusions yet?" Leto said. "Not even something as fundamental as good food and comfort?"

Re: FOOD.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"You ask that like it's an easy thing to know." Triela raised an eyebrow. "Is it?"

Re: FOOD.

[future_sandworm]

"It's harder than most people think," he replied. "But you seem determined."

Re: FOOD.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela snorted in genuine amusement at that. "Determine? I suppose that's one way to describe me."

Re: FOOD.

[future_sandworm]

"Is there another way you would rather prefer?" he asked.

Re: FOOD.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"No," she flashed a grin. "Determined is just fine."