Room 529, Friday Afternoon

[weetuskenraider]

This was a conversation she'd been putting off for a while, but -- especially given that yesterday had been one of the bad days -- really needed to be had, so Tahiri had handwavily called a couple of people and then gone to see about getting some snacks. Because snacks always made awkward situations slightly less so, right?

There was . . . well, okay, there was a box of cookies, one of those tins with all the different-shaped butter cookies that all tasted the same except some of them had sugar crystals on them. And a couple of pints of ice cream. That part was a given, really.

A few weeks to mull over the idea that Riina had slipped out and done something to help someone hadn't made it any less weird; maybe knowing more about that would change things. Not to mention she did owe Tara an explanation for the whole "hi, I went crazy and kind of scary on you and then didn't remember any of it" thing.

. . . maybe she should have gotten more ice cream.

[OOC: For the boy, and for Tara, and specifics of conversation resoundingly NFB, please. :)]

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[momslilassassin]

He kissed her forehead. "There's nowhere I'd rather be."

[weetuskenraider]

"Except maybe flying the Falcon," she replied, trying for a joke. "Or at Chilly Boulder -- oh, I got ice cream."

[momslilassassin]

"Everything is easier with ice cream," he said with a quick smile. "You sure you want to do this?"

[weetuskenraider]

"Yeah, I'm sure," Tahiri replied, and in case she'd been about to reconsider, there was a knock on the door.