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It's difficult to tell how old you are after spending a certain amount of time traveling through ( Read more... )
It's difficult to tell how old you are after spending a certain amount of time traveling through ( Read more... )
What kinda ice cream?
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All kinds! Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry. I've even got some of those small containers that Ben and Jerry sells. All kinds of variety in that bunch. Chunky Monkey. Magic Brownies.
...there is probably far too much ice cream here.
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I'm gonna swing by, yeah?
There's also a gift I'd like to give you later on, too.
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Yeah.
Wes, you didn't have to
Okay.
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She's also his friend, and a good woman he respects.
Of course he'd want to get her something.
He's in the lounge within minutes. The gift isn't with him, save for the small clue in his pocket.
Scanning the room for Martha, he smiles when he finally spots her. He marches toward her, waving a little.
"You weren't kiddin' when you said you had all kinds of it."
On the same vein, Wes wasn't kidding when he said there wouldn't be any of it left.
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She smiles when she sees Wes come in through the doorway, pulling the spoon out of her mouth and plopping it into the open ice cream container.
"I never kid when it comes to matters of great importance," Martha tells him in her best attempt at an oh so serious voice, which doesn't sound serious at all. "Pick your poison. I even considered finding toppings to go with, but I assumed that might be overkill."
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He settles the pints on his lap and opens them both. He is very serious about how he eats his food, Martha. As in, he never leaves anything to the wolves.
Wes is rather like the narration in that sense.
"Been havin' a good day so far?" he asks, genuinely wanting to know. Wes doesn't ask a question otherwise.
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She's snickering a little as she has another bite of her own. Yes, she is glad that he came, not only because she enjoys his company, but because she does hate to waste ice cream.
"It's been okay. All things considered, it could have been much worse honestly. Surprised that it isn't," Martha says, as she sticks her spoon in her mouth again and lets out an uneven breath. "How about yours?"
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"Good to know there are plenty of ice cream escapades in our future. I say the next one we try to mix as many flavors as possible and make the biggest sundae this world has seen. Invite the whole Tower over."
He may not be serious.
Then again, he might very well be.
"It's about time there was a good kind of surprise, yeah?" He smiles slightly at her. "Mine's been makin' sure that gift of yours was ready. Before you say I didn't have to get you anything, let me just remind you I wanted to."
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She has gotten half way through her container. She feels full, but she's pushing through until she feels almost too full. It's her birthday. She's allowed to have too much ice cream.
"Yeah, I think so," Martha agrees with a smile of her own as she mixes her spoon through that container. She simply shakes her head, still smiling. "Okay. I won't say anything, especially since you already know what I'm thinking. You will tell me when your birthday is, yeah? So there can be payback?"
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He's still not sure how he's going to help with this supernatural committee thing. He should ask her about it, just not today. Today is for birthday shenanigans. Yes, Wes actually uses the word shenanigans. Out loud, too.
He laughs, setting one empty container down and picking up the next. "I'll be eighty four next February. The first of the month. Now, payback is a harsh word, Martha."
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Her singing isn't much better, however. It may be more like a dying horse.
She would be happy to inform him of what he can do. Martha is finally getting the details more organized for once, committees, factions, all of it. It's taken this long for her brain to function properly for the task.
"I'd tell you that you're old, but I've known men who were much older. Really, you're rather young," Martha says with a slow smile. "I will remember that so you better be prepared. What can I say? I'm a harsh woman."
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He'll just be happy to help wherever he can. If it means supporting Martha, however small his role may be, he'll do it and to the best of his abilities.
Wes never does anything half-assed.
He sets the second container on the table beside him. It should be noted the container is now empty. He could go for a third one, but there are more important matters to tend to. Wes has to admit he's kind of curious and may be a little anxious to see if she'll like her gift.
"Come on," he says, nudging her. "I got somethin' to show you."
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It is nice. It's noticeable when laughing is easy again, and she thought that it would take her so much longer to have that freedom in her chest.
She notices that that container is empty. Martha smiles, widely at him. She stands when he nudges her, still smiling, and the smile is easy too.
"Alright. I'll let someone on our way out know to come and pick up the rest of this ice cream," she says, heading out of the room with a laugh. "Not that there's very much left, thanks to the two of us."
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Wes hands her a small box. There aren't any fancy ribbons to it, and it's not a very pretty box. It's just a small, white box that's been kept clean and tidy. There are only a set of keys inside, and he won't be surprised if there's confusion, at first.
The narration isn't sure how they get from the Kashtta to Wes' bike shop with relative ease. Perhaps the Gods of Glossing Over Things lent a helping hand.
He opens the garage, stepping inside. "Now, remember. If you don't like it, you don't got to pretend like you do. I won't mind at all and more importantly--" he gives her a smirk, "I'll be able to tell."
The perks of being someone's guardian.
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Or maybe her birthday will be kind to her and not give her any ache for her overeating shenanigans.
A girl can hope.
She takes the box into her hand and opens it. Keys? Yes, she does fix him with a look of confusion, but she won't ask any questions or think too much about it.
Martha smiles at him, laughing a bit as she steps in after him. "No pressure or anything then," she says and then shakes her head. "I'm certain I'll like it."
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