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poorneedyand,

i_speak_softly,

ohmykethe
What: A delicious, not-so-impromptu pizza dinner
When: evening, June 11
Where: Apt. 5, community housing building 1
Summary: Donatello comes over for pizza, as invited pre-draft.
Rating: PG
Kay has never been more than lackadaisical when it comes to housekeeping; she knows perfectly well how to keep a house clean and does, to a certain extent, but some things (dusting in particular) go undone for longer periods of time than would have ever been acceptable in her childhood home. So it is with some nervous energy that she flits around the apartment, straightening what isn't straightened and running a cloth over anything that looks especially neglected. This is, after all, the first time she's had anyone over to the place formally for supper, and for all that she doesn't care most days what it looks like, it matters a bit to her now.

When she's done, the apartment looks as good as it did the day she moved in--or nearly so, anyway--and the card table she's set for dinner, with tablecloth, places, salad, and a water pitcher seems like it'll suit nicely enough. They needn't eat out in the communal dining room, then, nor will they be sitting at the coffee table like a bunch of slobs (read: the way Kay eats, most days). Kay might not be the model housewife of her time, but she knows how to put on a dinner party.

Which leaves her in pedal-pushers and a blouse, holding a dustrag. "I'm going to get dressed," she tells Mildmay. "Can you answer the door if Donatello shows up?"

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Don nods. "I don't even know how many times I've read it. It makes a little more sense every time. I don't think I ever found all the sequels, though." He brightens. "I should look for them at the library here."

Mildmay takes this as another opportunity to say nothing and fade into the background. He would admit-- were he ever in the parallel universe where this subject would come up in conversation-- that the say nothing tactic works better when there are more than two other people in the room besides him.

Well, two people and a turtle.

"Seems like they've got just about everything here," she agrees, nodding, and sets down her fork. One slice of pizza and some salad is enough dinner for her, particularly since she's hosting the evening, but she's plenty willing to keep the conversation going for as long as need be. "Couldn't hurt to go looking for them."

As she refills her glass of water, she adds, "I'll have to see if I can't think of some recommendations for you, return the favour."

Don helps himself to a second slice. "What about your, ah, anthologies? Do you know if any of those are here?"

"In the library." She smiles; it's a point of some pride to know that they're housed here, where there are books from dozens of times and places she'll never go. Just about everything really does seem to be here, but it's still nice to realize that 'everything' includes her work. "I took a few copies I found in the shop, but there's still a full collection under Hunter and Eaton. If you run low on things to read, you ought to take a look."

"Hunter and Eaton." He smiles brightly. "I'll add them to my list."

"Hope you like 'em." The possibility of gaining a fan is always nice. If and when she's put together enough stories to publish--well, distribute--here, she'd like to know some people were interested in reading them. "They've got some of my colleagues' work here, too. You should pick up some Benny Russell, if you haven't read him before." Finding his Sisko stories bound up nicely together was one of the best things about this place.

"I will." He's about to say something else, but then he turns abruptly to the silent-again Mildmay. "Sorry, we're monopolizing. Kay told me you're from a different world. What's it like there?"

Mildmay's first urge is a snarky response, but he did try to stab the guy earlier. He should probably be nice. Still, he doesn't want to talk, and this comes through in how he mumbles his words, not taking as much care to properly pronounce everything as he usually would."Uh... Dunno. Big, I guess." Smooth like a box of rocks, Milly-fox.

"Sounds like an interesting place," Kay says, which is not sarcasm but an invitation for Mildmay to go on. He's said more about his home to her previously; she doesn't see why he won't now. "With the magic and all."

"Oh, can you do magic?"

Don is much more comfortable with that kind of thing than he used to be, and he might not even mind a dinner-table demonstration.

Unluckily for Donatello, Mildmay lives to make things awkward. And talking about magic is not actually a great way to unawkwardify him. He shakes his head, "fuck, no. I steered the hell clear of that shit." He shakes his head. If he were in a better mood, he'd note that magic doesn't make things interesting or fun or cute, but Mildmay is too embarrassed right now to give a shit about what other people think. Obviously everyone already hates him. Why waste the effort?

Kay, unfortunately, can't think of much more to make the conversation less weird. Magic seemed like the obvious answer, since Mildmay's mentioned it once or twice, and she doesn't know what else he'd want to talk about. The conversation doesn't seem to be doing anything but rusting where it stands, however. "Sounds dangerous."

Don understands the sentiment. "Magic never worked out very well for me in my own world, but in Luceti it's been pretty helpful. Have you heard about the Filial spirits?"

Mildmay frowns. "Yeah, that was in that guide, right?"

"I think so. Damned if I could make heads or tails of it, though." Kay read the guide cover to cover (in a manner of speaking), but trying to figure out the hows and whys of magic--heretofore the stuff of fairy tales--isn't as easy for her as she'd like. She glances over at Donatello, wondering if he understands it any better than she.

"It took me a while to understand it. Professor Sage is a spellcaster; her experience with the spirits is probably different than for the non-magically-inclined of us." Don smiles self-deprecatingly; if he was smarter he would have understood more quickly. "I contacted the spirits through meditation. Maybe something similar would work for you?"

"I ain't touching it." Mildmay's tone is disapproving, and hopes that this dismissal means he'll be blissfully ignored once more.

"It sounded awfully interesting to me." Kay can be enthusiastic about magic; someone ought to be, if Mildmay's going to be about as fun as a wet blanket on the subject. "A little obscure, but worth trying out. So what've you learned from it, Donatello?"

"Ah... I've learned Healing and Wind magic. I'm not as good at them as other people, though."

"Healing magic?" This, finally, gets Mildmay's attention.

Kay's no more sold on healing magic than any other kind--surely every kind of magic is interesting and worth talking about some--but Mildmay seems to have perked up some. She'll happily listen about this particular sort of magic, in that case.

"It's powerful stuff. A skilled healer can knit a broken bone, almost as good as new, in a few minutes. For something so useful, it isn't very hard to learn either. Definitely worth the effort."

Mildmay still has no intention of learning healing magic. But it's good that it's being learned. "Good to know," he says.

"Sounds useful," Kay remarks. A little boring--given the choice, she'd rather conjure things up than fix broken bones--but very practical.

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