fh_trips | Kohala Coast, Hawaii - Morning & Afternoon - Friday

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Kohala Coast, Hawaii - Morning & Afternoon - Friday - February 25th

With only two days of vacation left, time was running out for the guests to enjoy the blue skies and warm ocean breeze of Hawaii. Luckily, there were still plenty of things to do at the resort, for anyone who wasn't worn out from all the fun yet!

[ Guest Quarters | Resort Activities | The Spa Without Walls | Beach Activites | Tidepool Education | OOC ]

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"With so much of the vacation left, however will we cope with the influx of Ender?" Karla asked dryly.

Which mostly was just a placeholder comment so she could figure out how to word the next question.

"Peopled out from the trip home?" she asked delicately. "Or needed some time to think and process...?"

"Both," Ender replied, glancing up at her, "But I'm all processed out on all sides." So no talking please, Karla. "And yesterday I had a lovely trip out to the rainforest zoo, so it's not all been brooding, I promise."

"So no poking, Karla," Karla said, smiling a little bit. Yeah, she could pick up on the unspoken when she really wanted to. "Aww, I missed that trip. I ended up sleeping late again."

Not that she needed much prodding to do that anyway.

"Does that mean you're all cute animal'd out, too?" she teased. "Is that why you have no love for the baby turtles?"

"I think when you've seen Raven stalked by a peacock, you've seen it all," he joked, gently. "Though I wouldn't call most of those animals 'cute' by any stretch. There was a tiger."

"Arcerian cats are very cute and cuddly," Karla maintained staunchly, ignoring the fact she only felt that way about kindred cats. "I'm sure tigers can be, too."

She darted him a quick grin. "We can always leave the tidepool to go set up a game of beach volleyball?"

Ender blinked at her. "Why beach volleyball?" he said. "You're not really the sporty type."

"Oh, don't worry," Karla assured him. "I'd just be taking pictures of everyone else playing beach volleyball. Document it for posterity and all that stuff."

Ender shot her an amused look. "I think I'll pass," he said, "I said pictures were okay, I never promised to be a performing monkey for them."

"I'll pay you in bananas?" Karla offered, laughing. "I don't think you'll ever get a better deal for beach volleyball than that."

"Which is why I'll probably never play beach volleyball," he said, solemnly. "Sorry, Karla. You'll have to find another victim. Ben will do anything for a meal..."

"Oh, I just have to tell him he agreed Sunday night at the bar," Karla said airily. "So that's...one! How many more people do we need for a game? You can referee!"

It's not like Karla had any idea what beach volleyball actually entailed--or cared. But pretending like this was actually a feasible idea would teach Ender to be dismissive of the charms of baby turtles.

Yes, Ender was certainly learning his lesson. Or something.

...

He could see right through your straight face, Di Glacia.

"A few," he offered, because his straight face was much better. "I don't know. Beach volleyball wasn't really big up on Battle School, Karla."

"And here, that's how I was going to guess you passed the majority of your vast amounts of free time up there," Karla said, bending down to snap a picture of a colony of sea urchins. "Sigh. Another illusion shattered."

"Sorry," Ender said, unrepentantly. "So I'm afraid your volleyballing plans are quite wasted on me. Were there any other adorable animals you wanted to shove me at, or have we moved on to sports in full?"

"No, I think we've quite exhausted the topic of sports, sadly enough," Karla decided. "So I'm going to have to default back to terrorizing you with baby sea creatures until I can figure something else to devil you about."

Hey, it kept Karla amused.

Ender sighed. "I suppose we should pick a moral quandary and just run with it," he said, "but now that just feels desperate."

"Oh, like any other day that ends in 'y'?" Karla said. "Nonsense. There must be something more fun we can chatter about while I make heavily veiled comments and drop subtle hints about aspects of your personal life."

Don't say you weren't expecting that exasperated groan. Don't say it. "Let's keep my personal life out of it."

Yeah, you would like that, wouldn't you, Ender?

It was good that Ender always kept that hope alive, it really was. Part of his 'never-give-up' mentality or something.

"That was the unspoken benefit of beach volleyball," Karla said with a sigh. "Unfortunately, we mutually agreed not to get involved with that. So, did Valentine mention that she and I chatted?"

"Of course she did," Ender muttered. It would have been too much to hope she'd kept herself contained to Ben, who at least had the decency of not bringing her up. He briefly considered pretending like he thought she was talking about the other Valentine, then felt fairly immature for the thought and brushed it aside. "No, she didn't mention it."

Edited 2011-02-26 06:58 (UTC)

"She said she wasn't allowed to fetch me a bottle of tequila, even with seven children clinging to my skirts and calling me 'mommy,'" Karla informed him brusquely. "I think that was very unfair of you to have made a rule like that."

Guess who was enjoying this conversation already? Just guess!

"I think that rule is incredibly sensible," said Ender. Of course he thought so. Duh. "Especially when you have seven children with you. One of them might get hurt if you're not paying attention..."

"I'll be happy to lock you in a room with them for several hours and see how hard you cling to your abstaining ways when you're done," Karla said wrly. "Besides, I would have foisted them off on their mothers, fathers, and various unsuspecting relatives first. I'm not that bad with children."

Taking another picture of the reef, Karla asked, "So, was this the first year of children for you?"

"I'd cling to them twice as much, considering that's the only way I'd be able to keep control of the situation."

Everyone else could drink; Ender had no intention of ever downing even a drop of alcohol.

"And yes, I suppose it was." Somehow, he didn't think adding 'so do we absolutely have to talk about it' would work.

Maybe he could just be extra difficult...

"Just 'suppose'?" Karla asked. "That's hardly the precise answer I would expect. I'd say you got off lightly with just two, but considering your genes combined with his would make Valentine quite the handful."

Yes, of course Karla was going to press. Now the world could finally witness exactly what happened when an irresistible force met an immovable object.

"And that's not even counting Olhado--who was a stepchild of yours, I hear?"

Do go on, Ender. Do.

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