DTC, The Tavern, More Weddings and Good News

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Deepdancer:  *looks into Ironhide's room*  Kriti, would you like to come and do some handicrafts with Thrrpt and me?

Kriti: *considering look, was sitting near the fire so the lizardman egg she's been taking care of would be nice and warm*

Deepdancer:  *slight smile*  It's that embroidery you liked.  The silk thread came today.

Kriti: *moving to carefully get up and secure the egg in her tunic*

Deepdancer:  I'm going to give it a try myself, if I can stand the teaching mistress's chatter.  *speaks with asperity, but she's become fond of Bluestreak in the days since the young woman has arrived*

Kriti: *slight smile*

Deepdancer:  *leaning on her staff as she waits for the girl to check on her mother and come with her*

Kriti: *moves to check on Ironhide, her footsteps making hardly any sound at all*

Ironhide:  *sound asleep with a small smile on her face.  Sludge is a bitty murmuring lump on her belly under the blankets*

Kriti: *very gently smooths Ironhide's forehead before moving to follow Deepdancer*

Deepdancer:  *as she nods to Ratchet and closes the door quietly behind herself and Kriti*  Where's the dwarf?

Kriti: *quietly* Out getting things to spoil Mama with...

Deepdancer:  Adventuring?  *hand to the girl's back in a guiding and slightly protective gesture*

enting:  *peeking out of Heartstone's room as they pass.  Squeaks!*

Kriti: *small nod, blinks at the enting* ?

Deepdancer:  *follows her gaze*  It seems your mother isn't the only female around here who's decided to adopt alien babies.

enting:  *being looked at!*  *big grin on his funny little face*

Kriti: *softly clicks her tongue*

enting:  *squeak squeak!*

other enting:  *toddles over and peeks around brother*  *squeak!*

Kriti: *more clicks*

someone inside the room:  *calls to the entings*

entings:  *squeak to Kriti and then turn and toddle back inside*

Deepdancer:  *slight smile*

Kriti: *blink blink, looks to Deepdancer*

Deepdancer:  *starts walking again, leaning on her staff*  They're cute now, but where are they going to keep them when they get fifty foot around?

Kriti: *soft 'heh'*

Deepdancer:  *reaches the mouth of the hall and stops as she hears Bluestreak chattering in a softly breathless tone about weddings and sweet and gonna cry and don't know why*  Now who the slag is getting married?

Kriti: *headtilt, blinks when she sees Moonracer and Torque, as well as Sunstreaker and Showtime* ?

Deepdancer:  *spots her brother officiating with Nightwish at his side and leans on her staff to frown as she watches*

Viisaus: *giving Sunstreaker and Torque very serious looks as he recites the line about loving, honoring, and cherishing*

Sunstreaker:  *dead serious and pale to the point of looking slightly green as he nods firmly*

Torque: *giving the elderly Skyguard a Look for asking, in his opinion, such a silly question*

Deepdancer:  *smirking at that.  She knows how Dwarves feel about their women. Doesn't think Torque will feel any differently because his woman is human.*

Viisaus: *small nod, attention going to Showtime and Moonracer as he recites the line again*

Showtime: *nods, holding onto Sunstreaker's hand tightly, seriousness in her blue eyes*

Moonracer:  *blushing as she stands in Flashpoint's wedding dress and a daisy crown*  Of course I will.

Deepdancer:  *under her breath*  What do you know?  One of them can speak!

Kriti: *very soft snerk*

Nightwish:  *slips her hand into Viisaus'*  And I promise that for you.

Deepdancer:  0.o  *snerk*

Viisaus: *small smile* And I, you. *gently squeezes Nightwish's hand*

Deepdancer:  *shaking her head and abusing her brother under her breath as her glowing eyes twinkle*

Thrrpt:  *over in the corner by Bluestreak, doing a victory fist*

Viisaus: *to the other couples* You may exchange rings. *is going to get out the platinum ring that he forcibly acquired from a krenk troll now*

Deepdancer:  *moving closer to see what the newly weds are producing.  Blinks slightly as she sees the dragon ring that Nightwish pulls off her own finger*

Torque: *getting the stone ring that he made out of a pouch*

Sunstreaker:  *gives Showtime an apologetic look as he brings out a band intricately knotted from embroidery silk*  All my credits went to Ironhide's room.

Showtime: *small smile* That's alright... *gets the battered gold ring that she got in Ravenwatch out and moves to put it on Sunstreaker's finger*

Moonracer:  *hand closed around her ring as she's overcome by shyness and hangs her head*

Torque: *gentle murmurs of affection*

Moonracer:  *very much a blushing bride at this moment, but she finally discloses and offers a ring made with the same process as Sunstreaker's, though knotted from fine copper wire ripped from a construct's innards rather than from silk and of a much simpler design so as to not over stress the material*

Torque: *smiles*

Deepdancer:  *watching the exchange of rings, serene in the knowledge that no such token will ever grace her own finger*

Bluestreak:  *has fallen silent, her blue eyes enormous in her little face*

Kriti: *soft snort*

Deepdancer:  *glances at Kriti, quirking a brow in question*

Kriti: *softly* Noone'll ever wanna do that with me... *Said with certainty*

Deepdancer:  *quietly*  It's not a matter of whether someone wants to do it with you, child.  It's a question of whether you'd want to do it with them.

Kriti: *makes a face at the thought*

Deepdancer:  And being with someone for your whole life isn't a bad thing.  *eyes rest on her brother as a slight smile touches her severe mouth* Family is important.

Kriti: *getting a thoughtful look now*

Sunstreaker:  *smiles at everyone.  Then steps back so he doesn't hurt his wife's borrowed dress before fainting in a heap*

Deepdancer:  *smile vanishes and she facepalms*

Showtime: Ack! *Fussing over her husband now*

Torque: *gonna nudge Sunstreaker with his foot now*

Deepdancer:  *crisply, as she turns toward her chair by the fireplace*  And we thought Showtime was sane for a Moon Elf.

Kriti: *snerks and moves to grab a chair next to Deepdancer's*

Thrrpt:  *gallops over, her swamp fairy peeking out of her hood.  Drags a bench over and plops down on it*

Bluestreak:  *also hurries over, her fur-wrapped feet soundless on the rushes.  Sits by Thrrpt and starts the embroidery lesson*

Sunstreaker:  *groans and opens his eyes*  Slag....  

Sideswipe:  *already drank himself under a table, so he can't jeer*

Showtime: *gently smoothing his forehead, worry clear on her face*

Sunstreaker:  *sees his wife and gives her a weak grin*  Sorry about that.  *going to try and sit up now*

Trailbreaker:  *collecting on his bet that Sunstreaker would pass out*

Bumblebee:  *facepalming at him*

Showtime: *fusses over Sunstreaker even more*

Sunstreaker:  Let me up.  These rushes are gross.

Showtime: *does so, apologizing and offering snuggles*

Sunstreaker:  *arm around her, though he's trying to see his back*  Did I get anything on me?

Trailbreaker:  *rolls eyes cheerfully*  You're fine.

Showtime: *snuggles*

Torque: *snorts and shakes his head at the lout*

Sunstreaker:  *sighs and relaxes, only to once more realize that he's a married man and responsible.  Sways*

Moonracer:  0.o

Showtime: *fuss!*

Trailbreaker:  Hey, Showtime, it's not too late to ask for a refund.

Hound:  *frowns at Trailbreaker from where he's standing with an arm around Desinex*

Showtime: *levels an icy glare at Trailbreaker, before moving to help her husband over to Anna*

Trailbreaker:  Good idea.  Get him too drunk to... oof!  Bee, that hurt!

Bumblebee:  *giving him the mild ruffled look that passes for anger*

Trailbreaker:  *feels like a heel*

Hound:  *now laughing his butt off*

Desinex: *smirrrrk*

Denthe: *buys everyone a round of Dragonsbreath Ale*

Moonracer:  *eyes shining as she taps her tankard against Torque's*

Torque: *grins and puts an arm around Moonracer's waist*

Moonracer:  *softly*  Let me go give Flashpoint back her dress.  I'll be right back.

Torque: *nods*

Moonracer:  *gently touches his hair, and then gets her wolfhide cloak on so as to keep the rain off the gown as she runs out to Flashpoint and Tracks' wagon*

Tracks:  *sitting on his three legged stool by Flashpoint's enclosed berth, waiting for Moonracer to return the gown so that he can bar the door for the night and offer his wife the comfort of a warm snuggle*

Flashpoint: *curled up on her side under the new woolen blankets, is halfway asleep, but is wanting Tracks to come to bed so she can snuggle*

Moonracer:  *soft tap at the door*

Tracks:  *quietly*  Well it's about time.  *gets up to let the young woman in*

Moonracer:  *slips past him to go to the berth and crouch by it*  He did faint, Flashpoint.

Flashpoint: *chuckles* 'N Show freaked?

Moonracer:  Well, she fussed.  *blushes*  You were right about Torque liking my ring.  *shows Flashpoint the delicate band on her own finger*

Flashpoint: *more chuckling*

Moonracer:  *softly*  That's sapphire and ruby.

Flashpoint: *amusement clear on her face before she yawns and apologizes*

Moonracer:  *gently touches her shoulder*  I better let you get to sleep.  *raises to her feet*

Flashpoint: *small nod, and another yawn* *quietly* Tracks?

Tracks:  *lets Moonracer slip past him into the tiny curtained shower area, and then returns to the bedside*  Yes, darling?

Flashpoint: C'me t' bed.... *more yawn as she scootches over to make room*

Tracks:  I need to bar the door first.  *gently rubs her shoulder*  It won't be long now.

Flashpoint: *small pout*

Tracks:  *gently kisses Flashpoint's forehead*

Moonracer:  *rustling around as she hurries to get out of the dress and into her tunic and leggings*

Flashpoint: *soft sigh, will close her eyes for now*

Moonracer:  *exchanging the slippers for her boots, and then coming out and gently hanging the gown on its hook*  Thank you, Flashpoint.

Tracks:  *stands and looks like he wants to shove her out of the wagon, but waits to see what his wife wants to do first.  Meanwhile, the rain slows to a soft whisper on the curved roof*

Flashpoint: *small nod, smiling a bit*

Moonracer:  *smiling herself as Tracks ushers her out and bars the narrow door behind her*

Flashpoint: *another soft sigh, scoots over a bit to make room for Tracks, is already back to being half-asleep*

Tracks:  *changes into his night shirt and slips into the berth beside his wife, gets the blankets settled and then spoons against her and gently rubs her belly*

Flashpoint: *very slight squirm as she gets even more comfortable, before she's putting her hand over Tracks' and making a contented sound*

Tracks:  *sighs and settles down to cuddle and protect her as the rain softly sounds on the roof*


Back in the tavern


Moonracer:  *comes back in, shaking the rain from her hair, ignores a wolf whistle as she looks for her husband*

Torque: *bringing a plate of food over to her*

Moonracer:  *face brightens as she goes to meet him and accept it*  Thanks, Torky.

Anna:  Hey, Torque!  C'mere!

Moonracer:  *startles and looks toward their hostess with eyes slightly wide*

Torque: *raised brow, moves to see why Anna's calling him over*

Moonracer:  *looks around and finds them seats at a table near the door*

Anna:  *gives him one of her real tin plates, which is holding a big chunk of cake.  Only this cake, instead of apple slices on its brown sugar syrup crusted top, bears halves of preserved apricots*  Here.  I made a cake for you guys.

Torque: *smiles and thanks Anna, before moving to bring the cake over to Moonracer*

Moonracer:  *looks up from bowing her head, and her eyes once more go wide*  What are those?

Torque: Preserved apricots... *chuckles*

Moonracer:  Ohhhhh.  I've heard of those.  *sniffs the warm smell*  Do you think we should eat this first?

Torque: It's cake.... *shrugs. Doesn't really remember having cake before*

Moonracer:  *cuts a bite-size piece off with her dagger and pokes it at his mouth*

Torque: *nom*

Anna:  *has gone over to give Kriti cake.  Can't make cake without giving any to Kriti*

Kriti: *small smile as she quietly thanks Anna*

Moonracer:  *eyes shining as she cuts more cake*  Where should we sleep tonight?

Torque: Someplace where Sideswipe will leave us alone.

Moonracer:  *leans down and looks under the table next to theirs*  I think he's leaving everyone alone tonight.

Torque: *looks under the table next to theirs as well*

Moonracer:  Well, unless someone needs more leg room.

Torque: *snorts at that*

Trailbreaker:  *coming over to pull the insensate twin out from under the table*  I better put this where the Seekers can't write on him.

Torque: *more snort, moves to cuddle his wife*

Trailbreaker:  *eyes twinkle*  I have a little tent you could borrow.

Torque: *small nod, thanks Trailbreaker*

Moonracer:  *just bit into a big piece of apricot.  Squeals softly with delight*

Trailbreaker:  *grins and goes to put the twin away and get out his tent*

Torque: *attention on Moonracer now, his expression curious*

Moonracer:  Oh that's sooooo good!  *eyes closed with bliss*

Torque: *gonna nab a piece of apricot, grinning all the while*

Moonracer:  *opens her eyes to see that*  Oh make sure you get sugar and cake on it.  *using her knife to scoop those onto his apricot bit*

Torque: *will try it like that then... and make pleased sounds*

Moonracer:  *grins and puts her arm around his shoulders to snuzzle him*

Nightwish:  *standing in her usual corner and watching the other two newlywed couples*

Viisaus: *Brings over a plate of food*

Nightwish:  *smiles at him as she sees that he's spent the gold for a plate of the fancier fare*  Boiled bacon?

Viisaus: *nods, chuckling*

Nightwish:  *softly*  You are so traditional.

Viisaus: *more chuckling* Well, it is only proper....

Nightwish:  *hand over his that holds the plate, and then she turns to look at their chairs*  Are we staying here tonight?  Or going to Chromia's cave?  

Viisaus: We would be less likely to be bothered by the louts at the cave...

Nightwish:  True.  *settles into her chair*  The rain sounds like it will be pleasant to be out in.

Viisaus: *nods in agreement* Indeed. *moves to settle in the chair next to her*

Nightwish:  *setting the cake aside so that it doesn't absorb juice from the boiled bacon and cabbage, she holds the tin plate where both she and her new husband can reach it.  Traditional they may be, but when the good food is sold by the plate and you're used to sharing vessels anyway....*  I got word from Scale Peak this morning.

Viisaus: *blink blink* Oh?

Nightwish:  *eyes on the plate*  Moon laid five eggs last night.

Viisaus: *grins* And Luka's likely fussing over both she and the eggs...

Nightwish:  More than likely.  *small smile as she thinks of the gentle and outgoing wyvern*  They'll make a good breeding pair, even with Moon's stubbornness and temper.

Viisaus: *chuckles*

Nightwish:  *glances at him, her dark eyes holding that new twinkle that shows only for him*

Viisaus: *small smile, reaches to hold her hand in his own*

Nightwish: *didn't kiss him after they exchanged rings. The kiss she now puts on his hand is only the second one she's ever given him*  

Viisaus: *surprised, but he's smiling, at least until one of the Seekers hoots*

Nightwish:  *one brow arches just slightly, but she otherwise ignores the hoot*  *softly*  I have a velvet quilt that I haven't sold yet.

Viisaus: *brow raises slowly, and then he's smiling again*

Nightwish:  *turns her attention to swiftly but very neatly finishing her half of the plateful of meat and cabbage.  Out of the corner of her eye she can see Sunstreaker clinging to Showtime as though he's afraid someone's going to take her away.  It is clear that Sideswipe is no longer the only twin to be drunk out of his skull*

Viisaus: *sets to work on his half, noting how Showtime is cuddling Sunstreaker. Muses about how much mead the long-eared elf has consumed*

Nightwish:  *quietly*  Enough to make a Steel-lander happy.

Viisaus: *Snerks*

Nightwish:  He's of a very different stamp from Tracks.  I don't think he ever thought once of preparing some sort of home. *not accusing.  Just making a note*

Viisaus: *small nod* Though that may be due to Sunstreaker considering the tavern to be his home...

Nightwish:  Tracks didn't?  *turns her full attention back to her husband*

Viisaus: *chuckles* Tracks is more of the sort to plan ahead...

Nightwish:  ...You mean a land proud aristocrat.

Viisaus: *more chuckles*

Nightwish:  *sees that he's finished the meat and vegetables.  Retrieves the cake.  Also ignores a Seeker hazing of the drunken couple two tables over*

Showtime: *Cussing and clinging to Sunstreaker*

Viisaus: *shakes his head, amused*

Nightwish:  Sunstreaker's going to cry, isn't he?

Viisaus: Likely.

Nightwish:  And Ironhide's not here to smack him out of it.

Bashnose Bonnie:  *buys cup of hair of the hellhound*

Banshee: *huddled in her usual corner, is working on something*

Bonnie: *has new booze supply!  So she must celebrate!*

Banshee: *work work work*

Bonnie: *got usable writing implements in her loot.  Writes on walls*

Banshee: *briefly glances up, green eyes watching the Dwarven woman for a few moments, before she's returning her attention to her own writings*

Anna:  *chases Bonnie out and then eyes the dwarf runes*  Do I even wanna know?

Banshee: *very soft snerk*

Old Lumen: *stumbling in after a good day killing monsters, pauses to read what Bonnie wrote on the walls, impressed whistle*

Anna:  What is it?

Old Lumen: Poem. A really good one.

Anna:  Good how?  *nose wrinkled*

Old Lumen: It's what's called an "Epic War Ballad". *nodnod*

Anna:  *blinks*  I have a Dwarven epic on my walls?

Old Lumen: *nods* It's about Bonnie's adventures. *chuckles*

Anna:  *softly*  Slaaaaag.  I'll have to see if I can't get someone to copy it down.

Old Lumen: Get me something to copy it down on, and I'll do it

Anna:  *slight frown*  Shouldn't you be getting back to 'Hide?

Old Lumen: True... *kinda wants to stay and read the poem again, but moves to head for Ironhide's room*

Anna:  *goes to see if she can't track Perceptor down to transcribe the poem*

Nightwish:  *looks at Viisaus, her eyes twinkling*

Viisaus: *chuckles and moves to get up, before offering Nightwish his hand*

Nightwish:  *rises to her feet with her usual grace, her strong hand slipping into his*

Viisaus: Shall we retire for the evening, Nightwish?

Nightwish:  Bluebird's ready and waiting.

Viisaus: *nods, chuckling again* Then we had best be off.

Nightwish:  Lead the way.  *gives his fingers a soft squeeze*

Viisaus: *nods and moves to lead Nightwish out of the tavern*

Nightwish: *stops in the soft, rain-scented, pattering darkness. Under the shelter of her Blue Drake's wing, she puts her arms around her husband's neck* There's something I still owe you.

Viisaus: Hm?

Nightwish:  *hesitant but determined kiss*

Viisaus: *gently kisses her back*

Bluebird:  *curious look, and then glances at Viisaus' young drake with an amused head shake*

Ruki: *trills curiously*

Bluebird:  *nose bumps the youngster and then looks up and opens his mouth to taste the rain*

Ruki: *headtilt, mimicks the older drake*

Nightwish:  *realizes she needs to breathe and steps back, blinking*

Viisaus: *blinking and giving Nightwish a silly grin*

Nightwish:  *slightly startled by that grin.  Can feel her cheeks heating as she bites her lip*

Viisaus: *moves to pull Nightwish closer, is happy*

Nightwish:  *relaxes and puts her arms around him again, her head going to his shoulder*  I love you.

Viisaus: *gently kisses her forehead* *quietly* I love you too.

Nightwish:  *soft chuckle at the feel of his mustache, and then lifts her head and goes to kiss him again*

Bluebird:  *eyeroll and slight nudge*

Ruki: *trills, what're they doing?*

Bluebird:  *you'll understand when you're older*

Nightwish:  *swats at the nudge, but then realizes what's going on and stares at her drake, blushing*

Viisaus: *faint blush* Perhaps we should be on our way...

Nightwish:  *lets go of him reluctantly*  Yes.  The wind could come up.

Bluebird:  *snort.  Oh no it couldn't*

Ruki: *is confused*

Viisaus: *small nod*

Nightwish:  *turns to get into the saddle and finds she has a mischievously dancing drake to deal with*

Ruki: *Oh? Is time to play?*

Viisaus: *sighs as Ruki tries to dance away from him*

Nightwish:  *punches Bluebird in the shoulder*  That isn't funny.

Bluebird:  *stops dancing, his eyes sparkling*

Viisaus: *clicks his tongue a bit, before trying to climb into the saddle on Ruki's back*

Ruki: *so no play?*

Bluebird:  *nosebumps the youngster*  *they can play once they get to where masters are going.  Masters don't hunt at night*

Ruki: *aww, okay...* *trills curiously when he sees something shiny on Bluebird's Master's finger*

Bluebird:  *explains that they now own a mated pair*

Ruki: *happy trills, leans to gently nosebump Nightwish*

Nightwish:  *gives the young blue drake a bemused smile and scratches his eye ridge*  You two stop talking about us.  I can hear parts of it.

Bluebird:  ....0.o

Viisaus: *soft chuckle*

Ruki: *blink blink*

Bluebird:  *bows head, is embarrassed*

Nightwish:  *shakes her head and squeezes gently with her legs to tell him to take off*

Bluebird:  *right into the air from a standing leap, wings out, and up and over the tavern roof!*

Ruki: *following close behind*

Tracks:  *listens to the wingbeats disappear into the darkness, and then smiles and closes his eyes*


Back inside


Ratchet:  *looks around as Old Lumen comes in*  How'd it go?

Sludge:  *beetling around Uncle Ratchet's feet.   Sees Daddy and runs to hug his leg*

Old Lumen: *crouches to scoop Sludge up and cuddle her* Decent enough haul...

Ratchet:  *grins*  Ironhide's been wondering when you'd be back.  She's asked a couple times.

Old Lumen: *chuckles and offers Ratchet a bag of fruits he 'liberated' from the assorted foodstuffs he got on his trip out* Think those'll be good for 'Hide?

Ratchet:  *grins as he gets up and reaches for a suddenly wiggly and cheeping Sludge*  They should be.  But I promised this one I'd take her out into the rain to play when you got back.

Old Lumen: *more chuckles as he cuddles Sludge again before moving to hold the lizardbaby out to Ratchet*

Ratchet:  *takes her and tucks her into the crook of his arm*  Did you see Bluestreak's new face art?

Old Lumen: Hm?

Ratchet:  It seems your name brother's promised to teach her his profession.

Old Lumen: Oh no... Let's pray that she's not going to turn out as crazy as he is.

Ratchet:  *snorts*  I doubt it.  She's got a completely different personality.

Old Lumen: Good. Three crazy elves are more than enough crazy elves.

Ratchet:  Besides.  She's half human.

Old Lumen: *chuckles and moves to settle in the chair next to Ironhide's bed*

Ratchet:  *grins as he hauls the wiggly Sludge out of the room*

Ironhide:  *moves her head slightly on the pillow, her hand searching the bed.  Yes, this is the first time she's been strong enough to move that much since she ran into that troll club*

Old Lumen: *pauses halfway to the chair, and then he's moving to put his hand on Ironhide's*

Ironhide:  Hmmm.  Lu?

Old Lumen: I'm here, 'Hide.

Ironhide:  *opens eyes*  Y'u clean?  Wh're 're th' girls?

Old Lumen: I took a bath, and Sludge is playing in the rain since Ratchet promised he'd take her outside to do so... Kriti's sitting with Thrrpt and Deepdancer, and they're embroidering....

Ironhide:  *quirks brows with surprised amusement at that*  'N Blue?

Old Lumen: Teaching the embroidery... *chuckles*

Ironhide:  *chuckles at that, then pats his place on the bed as her mouth curves*  Cuddle.

Old Lumen: *moves to climb onto the bed to comply*

Ironhide:  *trying to lift the blankets, but isn't strong and coordinated enough yet.  Still tries with her usual determination*

Old Lumen: *helps and slips under them*

Ironhide:  *pleased sound once he's beside her, then manages to tip slightly toward her side as she puts an arm around his neck and snuggles her cheek against him*

Old Lumen: *reaches to gently smooth her forehead* *quietly* Get some rest, 'Hide. I'm not going anywhere.

Ironhide:  Ben restin'.  *nuzzles his hair and snerks softly*  Flowers.

Old Lumen: *razzes* It was all that was left at the shop...

Ironhide:  Ah like it.  *more nuzzle, and then another cheek snuggle as she sighs and smiles with her eyes closed*

Old Lumen: *soft chuckle* I've got some news for you... You're getting another lout...

Ironhide:  Hmmm?  *leans back slightly to try and look at him, though she's still mostly blind*

Old Lumen: Showtime and Sunstreaker got hitched...

Ironhide:  *slight frown as she blinks*  'n Show's joinin' th' fam'ly?

Old Lumen: Looks like it.

Ironhide:  Huh.  *slight smile.  She likes Showtime, even though she's never really talked to her except to tell her where things were after the long eared Moon Elf got so drunk that she lost them*

Old Lumen: She and Sunny are so drunk now, I don't think they know what's going on... *chuckles*

Ironhide:  *shakes head*  'N Swiper?

Old Lumen: I think Trailbreaker might've seen him... and moved him where he wouldn't get written on...

Ironhide:  *exasperated sound, then a slight smile*  Streaker nestin'?

Old Lumen: He was getting cuddled by Showtime last I saw him...

Ironhide:  No....  *that's not what she meant*

Old Lumen: *confused* Huh?

Ironhide:  Lahk Tracks.  *did Sunstreaker scramble around making a home?*

Old Lumen: ... I don't think he did.

Ironhide:  *snorts*  Dumb yahoo.

Old Lumen: *chuckles and cuddles*

Ironhide:  *nuzzles again*  Ev'n y'u nested.  'N y'u ain't married.

Old Lumen: That's because I know when to get my aft out of the rain.

Ironhide:  *small snerk and a sigh, and then she sniffs*

Old Lumen: Something wrong?

Ironhide:  *sniff sniff sniff!*

Old Lumen: *lightbulb moment* Oooh, I got fruit in my haul today...

Ironhide:  *perk*  W'ut kahnd?

Old Lumen: Some oranges, a couple limes, some lemons...

Ironhide:  *eyes light right up as he mentions limes*

Old Lumen: *chuckles* Well, let me up, and I'll get a lime or two ready for you, alright?

Ironhide:  Kah  *lets go of him and wriggles a little bit to try and move aside*

Old Lumen: *crawls out from under the blankets, moves to go get a couple of the limes out of his bag, is soon squeezing the juice from the limes into a cup for Ironhide*

Ironhide:  *listening and smiling slightly with anticipation of the treat*

Old Lumen: *making quick work of the limes, is soon bringing the cup over*

Ironhide:  *nearly has a grin as she inhales the scent of fresh lime*

Old Lumen: *moving to help her sit up carefully, will gently put the cup to her lips once she's held up enough to not choke on the juice*

Ironhide:  *drinks carefully but thirstily, her eyes closing with delight at the flavor of her favorite fruit.  And she gets the whole cupful down, too.  She is getting stronger for certain*

Old Lumen: *chuckles and once Ironhide's finished the juice, he's moving to help her lay back down*

Ironhide:  *contented sigh as her tummy gives a happy rumble*  Th'nks, darlin'.

Old Lumen: *sets the cup out of the way and moves to climb back under the covers* You're welcome, 'Hide.

Ironhide:  *moves to snuggle again, but her body is too happy tired at having a full belly to waste any energy on movement.  Soft grumble*

Old Lumen: *no worries, he's moving to snuggle!*

Ironhide:  *soft chuckle*  S'm sugar?

Old Lumen: *gentle kiss on the lips*

Ironhide:  *kisses back, and then shuts her eyes and leans her head against his*  Love y'u, Lu.

Old Lumen: *snuggles* *quietly*Love you too, 'Hide.

Ironhide:  *peaceful sigh and drops to sleep*

Old Lumen: *Snuggles close, feeling content and comfortable. Woe unto anyone who tries to disturb him! He is warm, he's with the woman he loves... which reminds him of what he and Ratchet discussed the other day... Frowns slightly and contemplates this as he listens to the rain rustle the roof thatch*

((co-written with random_xtras))