Marvelous shrugs, unruffled by Don's dissension. He's used to it by now.
"Bring it back for Ahim or somethin', I'm sure she'll be up for hearin' about commoner stuff, or whatever." Well, either that, or Luka would sell it, but Marvelous has plans to see home again, so he'll go for the one least likely to make Don whine.
"Good," he says, and pulls away as Don tries to get away. He watches him shed the cables, taking another crunch out of his nearly-finished apple, and by the time he catches Don's half-under his breath rebuttal, he barely resists the urge to chuck his apple core at the back of his head.
He settles back into his seat, though, half-listening to Don banging around toward the kitchen. Wordlessly, he reaches toward the inside pocket of his vest, where his two Ranger Keys reside, and he presses his fingers over the shape of them. Approximately ten seconds later, Navi's beak comes down on his head, and he hisses, smacking her away.
"Nice to have someone else to do the cooking, eh, Marvelous?" she asks.
"Yeah, Bird," he says, and she attacks him again for the nickname. It's a fall back into an old, familiar routine. He half-expects Luka's punch to his shoulder to separate them, with the sounds of Don in the kitchen so familiar. All he was missing now was--the rest of their crew. He lays off on noogie-ing Navi.
"Hey, Doc," he calls, "you got the stuff for curry?"
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"Bring it back for Ahim or somethin', I'm sure she'll be up for hearin' about commoner stuff, or whatever." Well, either that, or Luka would sell it, but Marvelous has plans to see home again, so he'll go for the one least likely to make Don whine.
"Good," he says, and pulls away as Don tries to get away. He watches him shed the cables, taking another crunch out of his nearly-finished apple, and by the time he catches Don's half-under his breath rebuttal, he barely resists the urge to chuck his apple core at the back of his head.
He settles back into his seat, though, half-listening to Don banging around toward the kitchen. Wordlessly, he reaches toward the inside pocket of his vest, where his two Ranger Keys reside, and he presses his fingers over the shape of them. Approximately ten seconds later, Navi's beak comes down on his head, and he hisses, smacking her away.
"Nice to have someone else to do the cooking, eh, Marvelous?" she asks.
"Yeah, Bird," he says, and she attacks him again for the nickname. It's a fall back into an old, familiar routine. He half-expects Luka's punch to his shoulder to separate them, with the sounds of Don in the kitchen so familiar. All he was missing now was--the rest of their crew. He lays off on noogie-ing Navi.
"Hey, Doc," he calls, "you got the stuff for curry?"