Behind the Dorms, Tuesday... Morning

[bitchprince]

It was morning, which meant it was time to set up for the reserve, check through potential exercises, and possibly get a run in after. There was just something about going through these motions that always calmed that part of Arthur that was still screaming incessantly about everything being wrong, out of sync, off-balance; a warped version of normality, but still as close to it as things at Fandom ever got.

This was about to be rudely interrupted by the giant tomato.

It rolled towards him, almost idly, as he worked. Rolled closer. Rolled yet closer. And then--

Arthur's blade flashed, slicing it in half, then into thirds, fifths, eights. Only then did it lie quiet. "What in the--"

There was a rolling noise. He looked up to find the cabbages rolling towards the back of the dorms. "Oh, you have got to be joking!" Well, he thought, as he punched in a message to whatever reserve members he could think of to alert, at least the island is giving us the option of Merlin being even remotely useful.

He shoved the phone back into his pocket, and looked to the sky for confirmation as he redrew his sword.

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[weetuskenraider]

In return, Tahiri darted out and took a swipe with her lightsaber at a bell pepper that'd been trying to launch itself at Ben's knee.

"Did you really have to throw it that hard?" she asked, grinning.

[momslilassassin]

"Yes," Ben declared. "I wanted coleslaw."

[weetuskenraider]

"I love you, you dork," Tahiri said affectionately. And promptly burst out laughing.

[momslilassassin]

A small herd of rampaging endive came racing for them. "More things anxious to be salad," Ben said, wrinkling up his nose.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri sighed, flung a hand out, and scattered a couple dozen of the endive like -- bowling pins, funny enough.

"And all I wanted was a steak."

[momslilassassin]

Ben laughed. "That's what Arthur said, too. I want a nerfburger so badly right now."

[weetuskenraider]

"I don't think the diner does nerfburgers, but we can get burgers at least?" Tahiri suggested, turninng another swath of endive into yummy plasma-roasted appetizer.

[momslilassassin]

"And milkshakes?" asked Ben, the amazingly one-track minded.

[weetuskenraider]

"And milkshakes," Tahiri agreed. "Just as soon as we finish making enough salad to feed half of Coruscant. Don't these things quit?"

[momslilassassin]

"I think Arthur would be disappointed if they did," he said, grinning.

[weetuskenraider]

Tahiri glanced Arthur's way, cut up a beet, and laughed. "I've never seen anyone that happy about chopping up vegetables before. Ever."

[momslilassassin]

"It's uncanny, isn't it?" Ben replied.

[weetuskenraider]

*rimshot* Tahiri groaned. "Somebody has to be, I suppose. Tomato incoming!"

[momslilassassin]

Ben shoved it with the Force toward a tree. He'd learned a few tomatoes back that it was ugly to hit them with a lightsaber.

[weetuskenraider]

"Nice splatter," Tahiri said approvingly; the lesson she'd learned so far today was that kicking a jalapeno with bare feet was a very, very bad ow ow ow idea, which was why this jalapeno went flying the same direction as the hapless tomato.

[momslilassassin]

"Thanks," Ben said, grinning. "Think we could duck out of here without being yelled at?"

[weetuskenraider]

"Definitely." Tahiri pointed toward a cluster of giant bunches of parsley, waving their leaves threateningly. "I think those'll be a convenient enough distraction."

[momslilassassin]

"Race you through them," Ben challenged. "One, two..."

[weetuskenraider]

"Three!" Tahiri yelled, already taking off before she'd finished the word. Poor, poor parsley, about to get knocked around.