CurtailedAmbrosia
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The redhead’s eyebrows lift slightly, face open and listening, big blue eyes attentive as Jonah lays down all KINDS of science-y stuff, fa-sate and oxadaze and-hey, she didn’t know bones couldn’t burn! Look at him, all solving mysteries without even seeing the clues!
There’s a happy bit of a curve to Kara’s lips before he turns around to call out to some guys even she would have known better to pick fights with-and it widens into that cocky smirk as her head turns back to Cass, sees her furrowed brow and clear surprise.
“Pretty simple stuff-” Grey eyes flick down to her, and Kara’s smirk slashes into a troublemaking grin. “Ain’t it?”
Cass looks at her, looks at the back of Jonah’s shoulders, the deep blue dye of his clothing-then back down to Kara, a mixture of disbelief, realization, and confirmation in her eyes.
“Oh, completely.” The caravanner muttered with a disbelieving shake of her head.
"Hold on a bit until they get done - the Runners are good men to have at your back. I'll go up and check with the Ranger, meanwhile.”
“‘Specially if this here’s a trade war.” Kara agrees with a nod, her hands curling around both halves of her unzipped jacket. “Cass just closed the tab, so we’ll come with!”
~*~
“So I just start drinkin’ the milk I stole outta his fridge. I’m still hoping to grow, you know?”
Kara’s half into the story of how she ‘single handedly’ stole an entire casino, and while guarded-clearly having heard more than one of Kara’s tall tales before-Cass is paying attention, having given up pretending to take in the scenery about when Kara discovered a kitchen painted with blood-clear and obvious concern when Kara relayed how the suspected killer had come home to catch her in there.
Obviously Kara was safe, and despite herself-Cass was a little impatient to hear the rest. “Any day you’ll sprout two feet-but what did he do next?"
“He’s sizing me up for murderin’- ya know, as one does-and says something he probably thought was real scary? Blahblahblah 'tenderize' blahblahblah." The attempt at a deeper male voice was very much at odds with the rest of her speech, bordering on comical-particularly as the redhead went on a sudden, empty headed tangent.
"Mostly though, I’m busy wishing it was chocolate milk. You ever have that Chocoholic Syrupy stuff on waffles? That’s the best.”
Cass’ brow draws down, finally calling bullshit. “He didn’t actually come up while you were there, did he?”
“No he did! He totally did. So I spill the milk, right? And he goes to bullrush me, but WHOOPS! I duck aside, and the electrical wires on the floor, they zap him!”
“What? What wires?”
“The trap! I had pulled out some wires, you know, left ‘em crackling on the floor-”
“You did not.”
“Scout’s honor, there were wires and the milk connected it all together, and zapped him! Burnt him right up. Then I go down, I invite Nero and Big Sal up. They're good friends of mine you know, always hanging on my every word? I tell ‘em Clanden’s real sick up there, and can’t find a detonator to a bomb he just built...”
There’s a happy bit of a curve to Kara’s lips before he turns around to call out to some guys even she would have known better to pick fights with-and it widens into that cocky smirk as her head turns back to Cass, sees her furrowed brow and clear surprise.
“Pretty simple stuff-” Grey eyes flick down to her, and Kara’s smirk slashes into a troublemaking grin. “Ain’t it?”
Cass looks at her, looks at the back of Jonah’s shoulders, the deep blue dye of his clothing-then back down to Kara, a mixture of disbelief, realization, and confirmation in her eyes.
“Oh, completely.” The caravanner muttered with a disbelieving shake of her head.
"Hold on a bit until they get done - the Runners are good men to have at your back. I'll go up and check with the Ranger, meanwhile.”
“‘Specially if this here’s a trade war.” Kara agrees with a nod, her hands curling around both halves of her unzipped jacket. “Cass just closed the tab, so we’ll come with!”
~*~
“So I just start drinkin’ the milk I stole outta his fridge. I’m still hoping to grow, you know?”
Kara’s half into the story of how she ‘single handedly’ stole an entire casino, and while guarded-clearly having heard more than one of Kara’s tall tales before-Cass is paying attention, having given up pretending to take in the scenery about when Kara discovered a kitchen painted with blood-clear and obvious concern when Kara relayed how the suspected killer had come home to catch her in there.
Obviously Kara was safe, and despite herself-Cass was a little impatient to hear the rest. “Any day you’ll sprout two feet-but what did he do next?"
“He’s sizing me up for murderin’- ya know, as one does-and says something he probably thought was real scary? Blahblahblah 'tenderize' blahblahblah." The attempt at a deeper male voice was very much at odds with the rest of her speech, bordering on comical-particularly as the redhead went on a sudden, empty headed tangent.
"Mostly though, I’m busy wishing it was chocolate milk. You ever have that Chocoholic Syrupy stuff on waffles? That’s the best.”
Cass’ brow draws down, finally calling bullshit. “He didn’t actually come up while you were there, did he?”
“No he did! He totally did. So I spill the milk, right? And he goes to bullrush me, but WHOOPS! I duck aside, and the electrical wires on the floor, they zap him!”
“What? What wires?”
“The trap! I had pulled out some wires, you know, left ‘em crackling on the floor-”
“You did not.”
“Scout’s honor, there were wires and the milk connected it all together, and zapped him! Burnt him right up. Then I go down, I invite Nero and Big Sal up. They're good friends of mine you know, always hanging on my every word? I tell ‘em Clanden’s real sick up there, and can’t find a detonator to a bomb he just built...”