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Jason is just in from his run, looking much more like his old self. He's fleshing out nicely and is finding that his sets are coming much more naturally to him again. He'll probably head home to work a bit soon and get some money coming in. But for now he's at a table, drinking a large glass of water and waiting for his sandwich.

[OOC: Mun will be leaving soon, so slowtime will be called. Just wanted to throw him in there since it's been so long!]

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He grins wickedly. "You're with me aren't you? Some might say that's trouble enough."

She gets a quick kiss to her temple. "I've been very good lately. The vampire is the one causing trouble."

"Which vampire? Golden one, red one, or dark one?"

She looks up at him, smiling.

"Skill says I need to bring you for supper soon."

Jason's eyes narrow slightly. "Don't tell me they're all starting shit?" Not that it would surprise him.

But he smiles at the mention of food. "I never say no to someone cooking for me. I'm assuming Skill would be good at cooking?"

"Meddlesome vampires are meddlesome," she simply says. "The kitten is happy, though."

This pleases her.

Then she's smiling more.

"Skill is very good at cooking. She makes all sorts of things. Ruin likes her pies the best."

"Well, so long as Nat is happy..." He's not entirely convinced, though.

He sighs. "So...who all would be there?"

Suddenly he's realising that the whole Tarot family might be present. Wouldn't that be an event...

"Happy enough."

Moon munches on more of her bubbles.

"Everyone, I guess. Skill would call everyone home."

He takes another sip, chewing slowly. "Everyone, huh?"

Ruin, that creepy Tower guy...it'd be nice to see Star again, but...

Shit, now he's nervous.

"There's just over two dozen of us right now. The family's small. The others will come when it's their time to come."

She nuzzles his shoulder, easily sensing his anxiety.

"They won't do anything to you," she says, playing with her straw. "They aren't allowed. Not like Ruin played with you, anyway."

"Well that's reassuring," he says dryly.

But he doesn't mean anything by it, so he nuzzles at her ear with a small sigh. "You tell me when and I'll be there. And tell Skill that I like beef stroganoff."

Moon giggles, tilting her head to kiss him softly.

"She knows that already," she says, eyes sparkling. "We can bring everyone else, if you want. I told Liz long time ago we should have a party on the shore."

He hasn't seen her in a few days, but it surprises him how much tension that kiss eases. He smiles, kissing her in return. "Well if we're doing a beach party, we've got to do it up right: get a bonfire going, meat on the fire, some cold beer..."

"You going to hunt the meat down and bring it back to be put on the spit?" she asks, grinning at him. She's utterly at home beside him, content and warm. Time means little to her, so though it has been a few days, it might as well have only been a few hours or a few years. "I don't know how to fish. I don't think anyone would want to eat the fish I put into the waters."

He makes a face. "What, and share my kill with the rest of the slackers? You, maybe; but I don't think so. We can buy the meat and be lazy about it."

He grins at her. "And if you want a hunt later, I'll hunt with you and leave the fishing to the cats."

He pauses for a moment, then cocks his head. "What did you do to the fish? They're not sparkly, are they?"

"I don't know how to hunt."

There's thoughtful sucking and chewing of her tea.

"I made them pretty. And if you go to the deep waters, the fish there talk. They don't like talking, but if you poke them with a pretzel long enough, they'll tell you secrets."

Jason only stares at her. Some things you never get used to when dealing with Moon, and this is one of them.

"Why are you poking fish with pretzels?"

What else is he supposed to ask?

Moon stares at him as if he should know why.

"Well, they don't like sticks and cupcakes melt in salt water."

"Of course."

If she ever did get knocked up, he'd just have her talk to the kid: she'd either make sense or confuse the kid so much they'd be quiet all day trying to sort the answers out.

Or...

A horrifying thought: he'd have the two of them asking ridiculous questions all day long.

"So no fish. I'm down with that. Though if you tell Yri, it make them sound even more appetizing to him."

They aren't ridiculous to Moon. Why, it makes perfect sense to her to poke fish with pretzels.

"I can get shrimp from the world with all the shrimp, but they tend to not like you eating them. Still. If Yri likes shrimp..." She considers this carefully. "We can have shrimp. Shrimp are pink and pink taste yummy. What else do you eat when you have a bonfire? Ruin once tried to make Skill fix wieners, but Fortune kept laughing about it."

Jason snickers, amused at how ordinary the Tarot seem in this sense. "Depends. Roasting corn ears is always good. Chicken, steak, kabobs, dogs and brats; we can do the s'mores thing, but after the beer. S'mores and beer don't go well together. And don't worry about Yri: he can make do with what we all eat."

She stares at him, horrified.

"Dogs? You want to eat dogs?"

"Hot dogs. Wieners. I'm not going to eat a real dog, Moon."

He grins. "Unless it really pissed me off."

He's teasing. Really.

Moon wrinkles her nose.

"No. No puppies for you. You can have wieners and beer and s'mores and... pink things... but no puppies." A nod, definitive and final as she sucks up more of the green pearls in her tea. "Skill makes yummy pies. What are s'mores? What will Asher and Damian eat?"

He just shakes his head. "You and pink stuff..."

Maybe he'll see what she'll do if he shows up with a cooler full of puppies and some barbecue sauce.

"S'mores are graham crackers, roasted marshmallows, and melted chocolate. It's great for bonfires." He gives her an amused look. "Asher and Damian can feed from us, like they always do."

"Chocolate is brown."

No s'mores for Moon.

Jason rolls his eyes. "Just try it; they're good."