064. Down By the Seaside

[samson]

[Dictated somewhat lazily.]

Alright, I haven't mentioned this in awhile and with the like... revolving door policy the castle likes to do, figured I should say something. Name's Brock, I have a little bit of land sort of southwest of the castle, off the main road to the city.

There's a community garden there if you don't feel like wishing for food or paying the townspeople with fake magic money. Which I totally get, by the way; it feels a little, uh... dishonest. Anyway, the garden's there for anybody who wants to use it. Just don't take everything without putting some work in too, alright?

I got a greenhouse too, in case you want to grow something out of season. There's also a smokehouse but I don't want anybody putting weird mystery meat in there so that's sort of off-limits, okay?

That's about all I wanted to say.

[A pause. Apparently he remembered something else, so--]

Oh, uh, if you see a little dude around the garden, that's just Frodo. So don't scare him or anything. He works for me.

[Vereesa.]
Hey. I'm guessing you went with everybody on that expedition, right? You back yet?

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[focusrighthere]

[Scowling. He's suddenly quieter, all quiet fury underneath the pissed off surface.]

Whatever, Tess. I'm not gonna fight with you over fuckin' nothing.

[Except he totally was and is.]

If I wanna ask questions, I will.

[dog_eat_dog]

[Tess lets out a scoff and looks away. So fucking mature, Joel. She leans against the counter in their little kitchen and folds her arms.]

Then don't fucking yell at me if you don't want me to yell back. Ask your god damn questions.

[She'll just be piqued in silence and still listen in on whatever stupid questions he has. Is the place really going to turn them into dolls or make them fuck everything? Please.]

[focusrighthere]

Maybe you shouldn't accuse me of being goddamn ungrateful.

[He will ask all the questions he wants, he's gonna ask a billion stupid questions just to bother her. Or maybe he'll put it under a filter so she can't see. Real mature. She started it, right?

Breathe in, breathe out. Joel's not even sure what's really irritating him the most, but he's not gonna continue to let it eat him up like this. In public.]

[dog_eat_dog]

Get off my ass. I don't need to accuse you of anything when you're being that way all on your own.

[Actually, fuck stewing over this, she's getting a bottle of vodka from one of the cabinets. One glass, too, just for her –– she's not going to offer him jack shit. It'd only make him more mean, anyway.]

[focusrighthere]

[He shoots her the dirtiest look on her way to the bottle. This has happened a hundred times before. Joel decides he's not going to dignify that with a response.

It's time for the silent treatment.]

[dog_eat_dog]

[Well, that's fine. You can watch her enjoy the shit out of that vodka. And a piece of cake. Vodka and a fat slice of pudding cake with lemon curd filling. Cake that was wished for. Suck it.]