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]

[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?

[rickitikitarr]

I'm teasing you. I'm sleep deprived, ignore me.

Do you know Anya?

[tucky]

Yeah, I do. She's nice; I really like her.

But Ricki, you're acting pretty weird. I still wanna know what I got caught in the act of.

[rickitikitarr]

Changing the subject to me, when I'm fretting about you.

[tucky]

You said no details so I figured that's what you wanted. But we can talk about me.

[rickitikitarr]

Let's pretend I'm awake, making sense, and start from scratch.

[While he eats his cupcake and hopefully the sugar wakes him up.]

[tucky]

Okay. Starting from scratch.

Hey, Ricki. Good to see you today. Nice day we're having, isn't it?

[rickitikitarr]

Oh yes. The weather is particularly fine.

[No, they're in space, whoops- but he's grinning.]

[tucky]

Yeah, I heard we're gonna get some showers later.

Meteor showers.

[Tiffany is under the impression that she's hysterical.]

[rickitikitarr]

That's dreadful. It's a good thing you brought me this cupcake, otherwise I'd be obliged to roll my eyes at you.

[tucky]

It was funny! 'Cause I actually did see a meteor shower a couple days ago, right from my window.

[rickitikitarr]

The word play was pretty good.

[tucky]

[Pleased with that answer, she grins.]

Okay.

So you want me to catch you up? ... I don't know if I been doing much that's exciting.

[rickitikitarr]

Cupcake baking, for one thing.

[tucky]

Yeah, I baked cupcakes with Eggsy. It was for his birthday; we put most of 'em in the cafeteria.

[rickitikitarr]

Ah! I missed that, I'll have to wish him a belated one.

Actually, I'm not one hundred percent sure I know the date.

[tucky]

I don't know the exact date either, so you're gonna have to ask him.

[rickitikitarr]

When's your birthday, Tiffany?

[tucky]

April 3rd. I turned twenty-four.

[rickitikitarr]

I missed your birthday too, then. I'm dreadful at this.

[tucky]

It's okay. I was gonna have a fireworks party, but then stuff happened and I didn't feel like it."

[rickitikitarr]

Sometimes you're just not in the mood for a bash.

[Agreeing, serenely.]

[tucky]

You like fireworks? Maybe I'll throw one anyway someday, just for fun.