fh_trips | Kohala Coast, Hawaii | Morning & Afternoon | Tuesday

"I wasn't going to say anything," Karla promised, lips twitching violently. "But now that you mention it, you are very...bright today."

Should she mention Raven's predicament? Nahhh. It would be more hilarious this way.

"Did something happen to your suitcase? Oh, Darkness, was it Emma?"

//Emma is still a small, smelly animal,// Jono replied, turning his dirty look back toward his shirt, where it belonged. //It would have been quite a feat for her to replace all of my things with... this.//

He couldn't even say it.

//Even if she was threatening to before we left.//

"I didn't know if she's managed to ruin them, thus forcing you to the further indignity of making you buy it yourself," Karla said, thus proving that it could indeed be worse. "They just showed up in your suitcase this morning?"

//Last night.// Grumpy look, go! //I went out to get ice, and when I came back and went to get something lighter to change into, my bag was full of Hawaiian print, instead of my usual.//

Black. Instead of his usual black.

It was entirely possible that there had been an urge to pay royalties to Anakin with his reaction.

"I'm so sorry to hear that," Karla said, honestly feeling bad--under all the amusement. "Do you know what happened? Like...Fandom whimsy?"

That was Raven's explanation, anyway.

//No clue,// Jono groused. //But if it was Fandom, I might've expected more people to be screaming bloody murder at th'ceiling when they opened their suitcases.//

And groping about for sunglasses, for that matter.

"I dunno," Karla said. "Things like animal transformations happen to only a few people at a time. Maybe it's like that. Clothing transformations. Maybe Fandom decided you weren't getting into the Hawaiian spirit, or something."

Fandom. Bobby. Same difference, right?

Oh yes, absolutely.

//I'd like to spend more than a few days in a row this week wearing my own clothing.// Jono figured that he'd earned his right to complain, really. //I suspect that I'll have to return that SeeD uniform, too. Not that I'm terribly fond of it, of course.//

Heaven only knew why not. It was difficult to wear that outfit and not look attractive.

"Are you sure?" Karla felt it was only right to check. "You know that outfit was somehow designed with magic to make everyone's ass look amazing in it, right?"

Hey. There wasn't a whole lot for her to do but notice. The sickbay hadn't come with a wealth of entertainment options.

"You cut an impressive figure, I am just saying."

//Th'bit of me that's actually there, you mean?// Jono rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, and then gave his head a shake. //Really, th'trousers that I usually wear don't exactly hurt th'view.//

It was really just an impressive amount of self-control that kept him from adding, 'Do they?'

"I'm quite certain I'm not supposed to express an opinion on that," Karla said piously. "I mean, I certainly have one, but I'm sure I'm not supposed to share it."

Meeeean.

"I mean, I was already attacked by Raven once today."

And there was the weirdest look ever, for Jono, creasing his forehead a bit while he gave Karla a sideways sort of glance.

//I'm trying to put 'Raven' and 'attacked by' side-by-side, and I'm coming up a little short, actually.//

Unless she had once again gone a shade of bright red, and had turned into an optometrist's nightmare. Which he doubted, considering the fact that... well, that they were all still alive, for a start.

There was also a distinct lack of panic as Karla told him this. No, she was mostly showing a bit of sly humor.

"Oh, no. She did. Quite viciously, in fact," Karla said, waving to her favorite waiter. She'd have a drink in a moment--she made sure to be an excellent tipper. "With a pillow," she continued, turning back to Jono. "It was awful. Attacked in my underthings, you can't even imagine what that must have been like."

Actually, Jono was already imagining what that must have been like.

And he certainly couldn't complain about the mental image, either.

//... Why... did she...?//

Please hold. He was picturing it some more.

Gasp! No! That hadn't been Karla's plan at all!

...Oh. Wait. Hmmm.

"I gave her a suggestion for what I thought she should wear tonight for your date," Karla said in tones of wounded dignity. "And she disagreed whole-heartedly. And then she became enough more distressed when I suggested we summon you to adjudicate. I think she was just having an emotional kind of morning."

Due to an abundance of bright colors in her wardrobe. Jono might have understood, had Karla been inclined to share that tidbit.

...

Did Karla touch the crazy-button again? Jonothon suspected that perhaps Karla had touched the crazy-button.

//What, pray, did you suggest she wear?//

That seemed like the more diplomatic question, really.

Lick one crazy-button once an you were never allowed to live it down.

"Something black," Karla said, all innocence.

//Oh, yes. Because I can absolutely see Raven swinging at somebody over suggesting she wear th'same colour that she always does,// he scoffed. //A black what, then?//

"Ensemble?" Karla suggested. It wasn't like she could actually call it an outfit, really.

The waiter came over with her drink, and Karla slipped him a folded bill. "Do you have any beer?" she asked him, trying to remember the name of the chewy beers Jono liked so much. "Errm, any kind of...lagers, maybe?"

Jono glanced at Karla, his mind still swimming with visions of Raven in a black... ensemble. Pillow-fighting.

Yes.

//Carling,// Jono intoned, with a quick glance at Karla. //Ask if they have Carling.//

He'd pay, even. Because he was nice like that.

"Carling?" Karla supplied. "Do you have any Carling?"

The waited smoothly pocketed the bill without looking and nodded, saying he'd be right back with the beer.

"On me," she told Jono, in case he was getting any funny ideas. "I owe you like a beer or four. Just from the amusement I'm deriving from your shirt. The alligators are adorable."

That earned the alligators another dirty look.

//It was either this or the dolphins,// he griped. //I thought the alligators at least captured my mood better.//

The dolphins had been smiling at him. Ugh.

"Aww, poor grumpy Jono, trapped on a beautiful island where the drinks are plentiful and the people half-clad," Karla said, giving him a look that said she wasn't buying it. "And not a word out of you about not being able to enjoy the booze because--"

And with perfect timing, the waiter showed up with a bottle of Carling and a glass with ice in it.

"--ahem," she said, gesturing to the bottle. Then to the waiter she added, "Don't worry about pouring it. I'll drink it directly from the bottle, thanks."

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Jono appreciated that. Ice in beer? Blasphemy. Blasphemy.

//Trapped on a beautiful, hot island. And I can only enjoy th'booze when somebody takes pity on me.// A pause. //Not that I don't deserve it, of course.//

Booze. Not pity, necessarily.

//Really, I ought to be treating you, luv. What you managed on th'weekend? That couldn't have been easy to weather.//

After all, he hadn't.

"You have several friends who would help you with that and you know it," Karla said, giving Jono a look. "Even if one of them is a weasel right now."

"Not a picnic to do, either, I'm guessing." she said, taking her first sip and sharing the flavor down the link. "You surprised me. By a lot."

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