Secluded Spot in the Preserve, Dusk, Thursday Evening

[the_merriest]

Rikku was pacing. And wondering if she shouldn't just ... take off. He'd stood her up for sparring before, she owed him one, right? And she wasn't in the mood to spar anyway. And she wasn't sure what she was in the mood for, but it probably wasn't standing out here in the cold and dark explaining to him that she didn't feel like sparring after all

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[raspberryturk]

Okay! Out of civilization and into the woods. Always a good place to be. Reno had even made the brilliant decision to remain sober tonight, in spite of his assertion that he could kick Rikku's ass even if he'd downed a bottle of Everclear. He'd done the drinking thing last night, and his brain was still absorbing the brunt of all the thinking that the drinking had led to. Possibly mostly in regards to a certain language that enjoyed such messed up letter combinations as "yna."

So he had showed up with something equally fantastic. Cookies. Because cookies had just seemed like the thing to bring, yo.

"Yo, Rikku!"

[the_merriest]

"Hey," she said brusquely. "Listen, I'm seriously not in the --"

Blink.

"Are those cookies?"

[raspberryturk]

Reno held up the bag of cookies and gave it a shake.

"Look like cookies. Smell like cookies. Taste like 'em. I'm willin' to bet they are, yo." He grinned. "We can pretend they aren't cookies, if you'd like that, instead. But I might slip up at some point and accidentally call 'em cookies, and that wouldn't do. So we're gonna call 'em cookies for simplicity's sake, yo."

[the_merriest]

Okay, her grumpy mood wasn't holding up very well. She laughed. "You always bring cookies to sparring matches?"

[raspberryturk]

"Figured these'd go over better than a bottle of cuervo, yo." Reno smirked. "Did the drinkin' thing last night. I'm aiming for at least one sober night a week. Just to see what it's like, yo."

Okay, so he had more sober nights than just tonight. Just... not so much, this week. Cookies were a good nervous filler.

"Got the assortment, yo. Been samplin' them on the way. Try the peanut butter."

[the_merriest]

Way to completely derail her grumpy mood. Rikku reached out and snagged a peanut butter one.

"Okay, you rule. Uh. If I said I was totally not in a mood to spar, would that be okay?"

[raspberryturk]

"Well, it'd mean that I hauled a bag of cookies out here jus' for the sake of standin' in the woods with you," Reno mused. "Now how am I supposed to burn 'em off?"

Yeah. Because Reno was so concerned about counting calories.

[the_merriest]

This called for the stinkeye. "Right. I mean, you're trying to get back to that sunken-eyed crackwhore look, yeah? Might have to go run up and down some stairs."

[raspberryturk]

"Nah. If I'm desperate enough to want to start exercisin', I'll just take another dose of mako and spend the next year pukin' or in a coma instead, yo. That'll whip me back into shape in no time." Eyeroll. "Okay, so, you don't wanna spar, that's fine. Anything better in mind, then?"

[the_merriest]

"I dunno," Rikku said, munching. And reaching for another cookie, chocolate chip this time. "I was gonna be all ehhhhh at you and then stomp off, and you brought cookies."

He could see where that would disrupt her plans.

[raspberryturk]

"Huh. I'll have to bring cookies more often," Reno mused, raising an eyebrow. "So, what did I do to warrant being stomped off at?"

[the_merriest]

Rikku eyerolled. "Nothing. I just don't feel like sparring, yoto. I gotta have an excuse? Written note? You stood me up for this once, you know. I at least told you."

The cookies were having a waning effect. This required more cookies.

[raspberryturk]

Reno sighed and handed her the bag. He didn't need the cookies, anyhow.

"Bad day?"

[the_merriest]

"No," she said, taking another cookie and munching it sullenly. "I'm fine and it's none of your business and I'm not pissed at you and I just don't feel like sparring. Okay?"

[raspberryturk]

"Okay." Ooookay. "So, you aren't gonna tell me what it is you're not pissed off about?"

Because, honestly. That was not the face of someone who was not pissed off.

"Or are you gonna settle for just eatin' the cookies and bein' not pissed off?"

[the_merriest]

"I'm not pissed," she sighed, shoving the bag back at him. "I just don't wanna spar and it's not pissed at you anyway except it is but it isn't and it shouldn't be and I'm gonna go now."