voice: midnight ramble

[rickitikitarr]

[Ricki's insomnia is not getting all that much better. There isn't anything to do around during the day, exactly, either, but it's even worse at this hour in the morning. All he can think of is the library, again, and the network.

Today, it's;]

Who knows what about fruit hybrids? Did you know they've invented something called a pluot that's halfway between an apricot and a plum? I'm not an old fashioned bloke but that strikes me as a little ghastly.

[Flipping the age of his book.]

A plumcot. A pleacotum. This can't be real, it must be nonsense- here. Limequats. That, at least, is properly illustrative.

I'm pleased to see you haven't squandered the future that past generations won for you. Additionally, I think we should request all of these for the kitchen, immediately.

Comments

[tucky]

... The fuck is a kumquat?

[rickitikitarr]

They're little, orange and sweet. Lovely, really.

[tucky]

An you really want some of those for the dining hall? I can do it; I can give 'em to you.

[rickitikitarr]

Doesn't that give you a splitting headache?

[tucky]

Yeah, but it's not so bad with little stuff.

[rickitikitarr]

Don't bother, it isn't nearly important enough. I'm kidding.

[tucky]

You sure? I wanna make you happy.

[rickitikitarr]

Then come have a cup of tea with me. Catch up.

[That'll do instead.]

[tucky]

Be right there. What's your room again?

[rickitikitarr]

[He gives her the number, and goes to tidy up, hurriedly.]

[tucky]

[Soon enough he gets a knock.]

Ricki, it's me.

[rickitikitarr]

[He opens the door for her with a grin.]

Hello, Tiffany. Come in, come in, catch me up.

[tucky]

Hey.

[She looks a bit worn, but not too terrible. As she enters the room she pulls a Saran-wrapped, slightly squished cupcake out of her pocket and holds it out to Ricki.]

Made some of these with Eggsy last week. I been refrigerating it, so I don't think it's stale or nothing.

[rickitikitarr]

Looks sweet.

[Taking it from her, and starting to unwrap it, a little gingerly.]

Thanks. Come on in. I don't actually have any tea, I've just remembered, but-

[tucky]

That's okay, I don't mind.

What do you wanna talk about?

[rickitikitarr]

I heard you got jumped by an inmate. Doing all right?

[tucky]

Yeah, a couple times. Who'd you hear that from?

[rickitikitarr]

Someone warning me off a problem case, trying to look out for me.

What happened, may I ask?

[tucky]

Depends on which time you're talking about.

[rickitikitarr]

Darling- I don't really mind which time, I don't want or need details. I'd just like to know that you're all right, and if you're not, whether or not there's anything I can do.

[tucky]

Oh. Thought you was asking for details, what with the "what happened" and all. I'm fine. I got some other stuff on my plate, so I ain't even thinking about it much.

It-- it okay if I sit down?

[rickitikitarr]

I could have put that a little better.

[Agreeing, woefully.]

Sit, sit.

[tucky]

[She flops down on the nearest soft surface, grinning.]

So what's up with you?

[rickitikitarr]

I'm going to let you be evasive, because I like you, but I want you to know you've been caught blatantly in the act.

I'm fine. Had a nice time in Paris, picked up some things I needed- got my permanent warden assignation.

[tucky]

Yeah, I saw th-- wait, caught in what act?