Uzbekistan Yurt, Sunday Morning

[dwarvenswagger]

It was safe to say that a dwarf that was presented with a building challenge was a motivated dwarf. That would be why Thorin was halfway through building the so called 'yurt' with only a few, ah, embellishments.

Look, he needed to make it more defensible, okay?

And maybe there were a few decorative touches added to the walls.

Just be glad he didnt feel the need to add a wall around it. Yet.

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[yogurtvore]

Blue had, upon realizing what the situation was, assigned herself a clear role in the yurt construction endeavor. It was called 'hand Thorin tools.'

She also had snacks for any other Uzbeks who wanted to assist (the best way to assist, she had quickly figured out, was to not get in the way and eat snacks).

"I don't think it's supposed to have semiprecious stones on it," Blue pointed out, studying the pictograms. How had that even happened? When had that happened?

[dwarvenswagger]

It was cultural, Blue!

"The design was flawed," Thorin replied with an imperious sniff.

[yogurtvore]

"Uh-huh," Blue said, because she had learned it was best just to not argue with him by now, or else you would wake up and the dresser would be filigreed anyway. "We don't need a moat, by the way." She was just putting that out there.

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin opened his mouth to argue that point, but shut it with a huff. "If we are attacked, you'd wish we had a more defensible yurt."

[yogurtvore]

"Thorin, it's summer camp. It's not likely to come under attack."

In Blue's defense she was still pretty new to the island.

"Do you think Obama will get lonely in the dorms?" Yes, she knew he was a robot. He still might get lonely!

[dwarvenswagger]

"I have not worked on the wheels to function over uneven surfaces."

His killbot would never be able to take over the world like that.

[yogurtvore]

"And he might try to vacuum the great outdoors and, like, explode," Blue pointed out. The things you had to worry about when you had a roomba with an axe.

[dwarvenswagger]

"I doubt it would explode." A beat. "Not without reason."

Thorin. Thorin, no.

[yogurtvore]

"You can't kill our roomba!" Blue protested. "I love our roomba!"

[dwarvenswagger]

"It would be a last attempt at defense," Thorin hastened to add.

[yogurtvore]

"I thought that was what the axe was for!"

[dwarvenswagger]

"No, that would be the primary defense." It would battle like a proper dwarf, axe in... gear.

[yogurtvore]

"We're not blowing up Obama," Blue said firmly as her player waved to the NSA. "It's too bad we can't bring him out here, though, he could be useful for chopping firewood." Adorably.

[dwarvenswagger]

Thorin sighed, having accepted the odd name she'd given the device long ago. "Or you might learn how. I promise it isn't that difficult."

Just don't cut off your own foot. Easy.

[yogurtvore]

"I'm sure it's not." Blue wouldn't be as adorable though, Thorin. "Aren't you ready for a break yet? I have more yogurt." She always had more yogurt.

[dwarvenswagger]

"If you are sharing," Thorin replied graciously.

[yogurtvore]

"Of course," Blue said, holding out a yogurt and a spoon. "It's the least I can do to not have to do this myself." That would not go well.

[dwarvenswagger]

"You would end up sleeping under the stars," Thorin agreed, taking the offered yogurt."