Loisaba Conservancy, Kenya [Tuesday Daytime]

[doctorgingerspice]

Hello kids and assorted non-kids: it's another beautiful day in Kenya, another up-at-dawn wakeup. But really, when are you ever going to do this again?

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Re: Baboon Common Area

[died8yearsago]

Rosa's nose wrinkled just a little, since that answer seemed pretty close to sincere, which took at least some of the fun about it, but she did think about it a little as she sipped her coffee, considering what she might have to offer.

And, really, if they could cut back on the snoring, it might actually be worth it.

"That woman," she stated, now giving Irene a frank look that seemed to doubt she really knew what she was getting herself into here, "is one of the the most stubborn people I have ever met, and coming from me? That's saying a lot."

But she was also was getting a feeling that Irene was the kind of person to really just get off on a challenge. Which, you know, fair. Mood. But that could also mean that Blackstone either knew exactly what she was doing or was fumbling into this completely clueless and blind, and that was where Rosa's supicions and protective urges started to well up.

And considering her track record...

Ugh. Dammit, Amaya...

Re: Baboon Common Area

[begmetwice]

"Mmm." Irene mustered up a little amused smile there -- this morning's sincerity was largely born out of a lack of sleep coupled with the last four months or so of pursuit -- and took a sip of her coffee. "We're all in good company then, aren't we?"

Irene was exactly the kind of person to get off on a challenge. Stubborn might not have really been the word for her, actually -- perhaps tenacious was a better fit.

"At least I suppose I can't say no one warned me." She lifted her coffee in a little toast to Rosa, rolling her eyes self-deprecatingly.

Re: Baboon Common Area

[died8yearsago]

Rosa just shook her head, pretty sure this whole line of thinking was borne from a very particular kind of insanity, and she really couldn't tell if she was here for it or if she was just better off just letting them stubborned (or tenaciously) butt their heads together until bloodies.

But...on the other hand...

Rosa looked at Irene for a moment longer, then turned her attention to her mug, as if judging how much was left in there, before downing the last of it, setting it down, and pushing back her chair.

"Well," she sighed, as she got up, reaching for her jacket, because of course she was still wearing her leather jacket on the African plains, why wouldn't she?, "good chat. Good luck."

The tone did not sound confident.

"Pretty sure I've got some," she made a face, "chaperoning to go do..."

Rosa pretty much headed toward the door at that point, but she did stop and turn as if she'd just thought of something. "You...have at least tried the meats-on-sticks thing, right? I mean..." She trailed off slightly, shrugging a shoulder like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "That's what worked for me."

And now, with that, and a very rare, almost bright smile (as well as the certainty that Blackstone was absolutely going to kill her now, but you know what, Amaya? She got you that CPAP to be used, goddammit, you kind of deserved this now), she went to go see about that chaperoning.

And maybe smacking a certain blacksmith upside the head once she saw her next.

Re: Baboon Common Area

[begmetwice]

Irene, who would never be chaperoning any of this if she could help it -- she was here as a guest, thank you -- watched Rosa depart with a slight smile as she absorbed that information.

Meat on sticks. Not exactly her usual wheelhouse, but -- she could work with that.

(And she could also find a way to discreetly buy Rosa a drink if it worked, or something, because thank you, you leather-clad angel who was going to roast out on the savannah or whatever, now.)