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?"