04th landing . video, locked from felix gaeta

[landfall]

So.

What do you guys do when you're really mad at someone?

Productive and unproductive tactics welcome. I also enjoy colorful stories.

[ Private to Felix Gaeta, later ]

[ Okay, it's time to confront this. She's calm. She's good. She's going to say something elegant, and Felix is going to respect her, and they will be friends.

Here goes! ]

You're stupid.

[ wow not as planned ]

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[deadly_ned]

We are together, but there was a good two-decade-long gap in the middle when we weren't.

How did you make up for it, and do I want to know?

[routemistress]

[Iris just gives him her best smirk.]

Almost certainly not, Ned my love. Unless you want chapter an' verse on xenobiology and comparative xenoanthropology, that is?

[deadly_ned]

Please don't. I have enough trouble with fruit-bearing plants.

[routemistress]

I've written actual textbooks on comparative sexuality! There were even some plants in there. I've met a few sentient ones, you know.

[This may be a lie. The textbooks, not the plants.]

[deadly_ned]

Chuck and I are fine the way we are. Or. Will be. Pending returning to her after my deal. Thank you.

[routemistress]

...never look at a climbing ivy the same way again, I can tell you.

Well, I'm very glad, love. I do 'ope you'll come back, though. When you're done sowin' your oats.

[deadly_ned]

Do people do that? Come back after their deals?

[routemistress]

Aye, lots do. Claire did, Dean's on 'is third, Kay did several. You do make this boat better, Ned.

[deadly_ned]

You really think so?

[routemistress]

I've said so more than once. You're doing some bloody good work 'ere. I 'ope we don't lose you for long.

[deadly_ned]

It's only half my choice. I'd have to see what Chuck says.

[routemistress]

...She's a lucky girl. I'm definitely coming to meet 'er.

[deadly_ned]

I'm the lucky one.

She would like you. She keeps bees and makes cheese and speaks twelve languages.

[routemistress]

She sounds like a kind of priestess. Used to be in that line of work meself, you know. It's a sort of...

[Iris catches herself before saying magic.]

There's a lot of occult significance attached to bees. They're a very alien sort of thing for a human to get 'er 'ead round, for one thing. More than the sum of their parts, if you see what I mean. Bit like you, actually.

[deadly_ned]

She's...Chuck. She's special, even though there isn't anything...magical, about her. Technically speaking.

People used to bury their dead in honey because they thought it could resurrect the dead.

[routemistress]

That's what I meant, love. And enough vision to see 'ow valuable you are.

...Depending what the bees are grazin' on? It sometimes can. I wouldn't be 'ere otherwise.

[deadly_ned]

Thank you, but...sometimes I cause more trouble than I help.

You were resurrected by bees?

[routemistress]

Honey. Special honey. I'd eaten summat that disagreed with me on a bet - it all got a bit complicated after that.

[deadly_ned]

Chuck would love to see this special honey. You don't...happen to have some of it, do you?

And what makes it special? The bees? The location?

[routemistress]

Both. I do still 'ave a little, but away from its own place - it's just honey. Still very good for the skin, though. I'll give you some to take 'ome for 'er.

[deadly_ned]

She'd love that. Thank you.

Were the bees dead?

[routemistress]

Pretty sure they weren't, lovey. Why?

[deadly_ned]

No, I mean, I was just.


Wondering.

[routemistress]

[Iris gives him a thoughtful, headtilted Look.]

...This is where we get into what I'm not asking, right?

[deadly_ned]

It is. Yes.

I'm sorry.