Little Dipper Cabin, Alcove B3 [Sunday Evening]

[death_and_pies]

The facts were these: Ned had spent the majority of the weekend alone. Holed up, if you will, in a place where walls were a commodity. It was easy, you see, to retreat to this way of dealing with things. He'd been doing it for nine long years. He saw no reason to stop now

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[withoutverona]

Romeo came back from Verona, dumped his bag in his alcove, and was just going to get a drink before collapsing onto his bed to mope some more when he spotted Ned. "You look as though your weekend was near as pleasant as mine."

[death_and_pies]

"I spent my weekend right here," Ned said, patting the bed. "You do that too?"

[withoutverona]

"Would that I had," Romeo said wryly. "I had to go home. There was ... family business." That seemed about the best way to encapsulate it, yes. "Did I miss anything?"

[death_and_pies]

"There was a luau," Ned said slowly. His first. And last. Never ever again. Not after that day. "And the ceiling is very boring in here."

[weefeetbigboots]

"Would you smile if I gave you one of these tiny cakes I got?" Kaylee asked, fresh from a JGOB run (in which she had spent way, way more money than she could really afford on a bunch of sweets) and leaning in the doorway to Ned's alcove.

[death_and_pies]

"I think it would depend on what kind of tiny cakes those are," Ned said, looking over towards his door. "Hi."

[weefeetbigboots]

"Hi. I got chocolate and vanilla, and they have pink frosting," she told him cheerfully. "I'm not sure if the frosting tastes like somethin'. And I got cookies and almost got pie, too, but that'll be for 'nother day."

[death_and_pies]

"That's a lot of sweets," he said, sounding almost amused. "I've found that chocolate's quite good though vanilla tends to be my favorite, if I had to choose one."

[sonofmogh]

Klingons are not social by nature. Or at least Worf isn't.

He does realize however that in order for a cabin to work at peak efficiency, friendly gestures must be made.

Which is why he is standing outside Ned's alcove trying not to look awkward. And carrying a box.

"Ned," he said, "May I approach.

[death_and_pies]

"Oh, sure," Ned said, sitting up some so he wouldn't seem too rude. "Come on in. I'm not doing anything important."

[sonofmogh]

"You mentioned that you like to bake pies," Worf stated as he entered the room and presented Ned with a box. "I thought you might like to partake in a pie my human mother would make for me."

[death_and_pies]

"Oh?" Ned took the box and peered at it, pausing before opening it. "What kind of pie is it?"