picknicking

[dark_light]

There's something unutterably pleasant about landing in a bit of woods in the middle of Nowhere, Manitoba, removing a sandwich and an apple from her backpack and having a picnic before she's ready to move on. She could eat in midair, but it makes it too likely that she'll drop something and find it unrecoverable.

Path's on her knee, and her cloudpine is propped up against the tree next to her.

Comments

[dark_light]

"Wikipedia is probably the most perfectly practical portion of the pocket library. I mean, search engines, also good, but nine times of ten, you just want the Wikipedia article."

[prodigal_miser]

"Then I'm going to like looking things up in it quite a lot, aren't I?"

[dark_light]

"I expect you to facetiously declare an intention to marry Wikipedia, minimum."

[prodigal_miser]

He snickers. "Would it be in the facetious wedding dress, or would I be?"

[dark_light]

"It would be rude of me to dictate your arrangements, even if I wound up being maid of honor."

[prodigal_miser]

The snickering turns into laughter. "It gets to wear the dress. With my hair, I could be mistaken for female and that would be even more embarrassing than being in a wedding dress."

[dark_light]

"All right. Wikipedia in a facetious wedding dress. Although, incidentally, you may wish to be aware - large parts of the reasonably-well-developed world are currently agitating for making same-sex marriage legal. Could be a cultural stumbling block."

[prodigal_miser]

He pauses, and tilts his head. Then he smiles, just a little faintly. "Zeviana would like it, here."

[dark_light]

"Yeah?"

[prodigal_miser]

"Yeah. My sister's had an ongoing problem with people having a problem with her preferring women," he says, still smiling.

[dark_light]

"There's still a lot of that. But progress is underway."

[prodigal_miser]

"That's better than the situation on New Kystle right now. What with her being expected to have children, and all. With or without her permission."

[dark_light]

"There's such a thing as sperm donation, here. Without any necessity of paternal involvement. All very medical. If it's men and not children that she objects to."

[prodigal_miser]

"As far as I know, it's men, but I doubt she wants children right now either. I'll let her know, next chance I get, if she does in the future."

[dark_light]

Isabella nods. "Your language spell - will it work on me when I visit?"

[prodigal_miser]

"I'll have to cast it on you, but yes, it will. Sorry, I'd forgotten to tell you, I've gotten used to it and it's not the kind of thing that draws a lot of attention to itself," he says. "It just felt like talking normally, after practice. I hope my accent hasn't been too bad?"

[dark_light]

"You're quite comprehensible. And I absolutely can't place your accent, you don't sound like you're from some specific place, you just sound extremely and vaguely foreign."

[prodigal_miser]

He snickers. "Good, glad I'm comprehensible. Extremely and vaguely foreign, huh? I'll take it. I am extremely foreign."

[dark_light]

"The very foreignest."

[prodigal_miser]

"Most certainly."

[dark_light]

"Does the spell let you show me a sample of your language or will it override you?"

[prodigal_miser]

"It will not override me. Would you like a sample of my language?"

[dark_light]

"Yes please."

[prodigal_miser]

He looks amused, and then says something in his language. It sounds rather pretty, and neatly displays how his accent works with his language. It's not anything immediately familiar, for obvious reasons, but it certainly sounds like it works well enough in itself. That being said, it is completely incomprehensible to her.

[dark_light]

"Pretty! What'd you say?"