Greet the Day [For Ali and Hans; TANDEM (Time Attains No Definite Empirical Measure)]

[onemorebounty]

*Early morning in the Trainer household, Boston, Mass., northeast coast, North America, western hemisphere, Earth, Sol system. And somehow, not the wrong journal. Having opted to spend the night in Ali's abode, Samus woke early, rising even before the sun. Feeling a need to stretch, she makes her way out to the rooftop garden--she doesn't feel

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[vicioussweetie]

There's an Ali perched on the railing beside Samus when she takes a breath. Her hair's a mess, and her feet are bare, and she looks like she just rolled out of bed and hit the floor hard. Which she did, because Samus scared the cats, and scared cats wake up their mommies, and pregnant Sashas do not like being woken up so early.

"You scared the cats."

[onemorebounty]

*Samus opens her eyes--she'd been enjoying the moment--and her good mood is tempered with a measure of chagrin when she sees Ali's state.*

Did I? I'm sorry, I thought they saw me come out here.

[vicioussweetie]

"They didn't expect you'd sound like fuds." Ali runs a hand through her hair, combing it into something resembling order. "And they don't like birds that're bigger than them."

[onemorebounty]

"Fuds?"

*Samus isn't fluent in lolcat.*

I thought they knew. Or are they just unhappy at the reminder?

[vicioussweetie]

"Food," she explains between yawns. "And the latter, I think. It's one thing to say you're a bird, I guess, and another to sound like it."

[onemorebounty]

Ah. Well, I'm done now, if you'd like to go back to sleep. And I am sorry.

[vicioussweetie]

She shakes her head. "I would have been up soon anyway. So how did you sleep?"

[onemorebounty]

*She chuckles at that, low in her throat.*

As if you don't have some idea. Well, thank you.

[vicioussweetie]

"Well."

That might be a bit of a blush there.

"You did make me get used to not talking about it. And you're welcome."

[onemorebounty]

I appreciate your discretion. I know it isn't how you would've preferred to go.

[vicioussweetie]

"You have your reasons. And if my being patient helped at all with your not rejecting Hans, all the better."

[onemorebounty]

I do, and your patience has helped with more than that. Thank you.

[vicioussweetie]

"You're welcome." Ali yawns again, then stretches and slides off the railing (garden-side, don't worry). "I'll go start breakfast."

[onemorebounty]

Mind if I join you?

[vicioussweetie]

"Not at all. You can be in charge of the sausages, and I'll make the eggs. Sound fair?" It might not be the most even division of labor, but it's too early in the morning to deal with burnt eggs.

[onemorebounty]

Quite.

*She must be feeling guilty about the wakeup; she's not protesting her competence.*