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.

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[fridgetothefire]

Be that as it may -

[So lofty. So magnanimous.]

- the reason people make strange fancy new things is so they can sell them for more than the old things. This one is definitely on your team.

[rickitikitarr]

Well, I suppose there is a certain grace to recognizing the flaws in one's own system. Stalin had his purges, we have our pleacotums.

[fridgetothefire]

Quite the atrocity.

[She is now admiraling him a fruitbasket of all his requests. She hasn't done anything silly with it so far, and - well. It's nice, just the once.]

The decision to deliver them to the kitchen or not rests in your hands.

Choose wisely.

[rickitikitarr]

No no. No. Steve will think I had something to do with it and he'll make me eat them, he's already threatened it.

Don't send them to my quarters, either. Eggsy already did that tonight when I threatened to drown him, and I accidentally decapitated a CPR doll.

[It's been a weird day.]

[fridgetothefire]

You did have something to do with it. Are you trying to escape Captain America's justice?

[rickitikitarr]

[Hold the phone.]

Captain who?