rollypolyclover | THREE ⌘ Yotsuba and Eating Out [Video]

Ohhh, snowy days can be both! Yotsuba can go make a snowman and then get a piggy back, then make another snowman! Then a snow angel.

[Idly kicking her legs back and forth for the duration of the ride, looking around once they're both outside.]

Everything looks different when you're high up!

Wouldn't know. Always been short.

[ she makes short work of the walk, chattering away as they went. ]

But you're really tall, don't lie!

[Tall by five year old standards anyway.

Once they've arrived she'll start wiggling around in an attempt to get back down.]

Rides over, time to get off!

That's it. Now? It's your job to insist to everyone that I'm really tall.

[ at the door, she drops yotsuba gently inside -- avoiding the snow altogether. ]

You can pick the table. So long as it's an awesome one.

[Gaaasp.] Awesome?! Yotsuba can handle awesome, just watch, watch!!

[Dashing off to find a window seat, because window seats are the best places ever. You get to eat and look outside. What's not to love?

Once she's found a table that she's happy with, and it looks like she put some thought into it having sat down at two other tables before this one, she gives Buffy a wave.]

See? Do you see, it's awesome!

...The awesomest.

[ she falls into the seat across from yotsuba, shedding her own coat quickly and draping it over the back of the chair.

she crosses her arms on the table, flicking open a menu with her thumb. ] What d'ya want?

[Yotsuba will quickly copy Buffy and take off the over-sized coat she has on, hanging it off the back of her own chair. She's got this far without getting it dirty, can't risk anything now!]

Yotsuba would liiike... Eyeball-fry! It's hamburg steak with a fried egg on with rice and it's very yummy.

[Do they even serve that here? Ah well, she's asking for it anyway.]

And some orange juice. Please.

[Eventually there will be a pirate making his way to Seventh Heaven. He has been drinking--the evidence of that will be on his breath and in his tipsy walk, which, this time, is not affected.

He so very much does not want to face the child. He so very much wants the coat. And pancakes---that wasn't a lie.

In his hands he is clutching a child's winter coat, which he picked up at the clothing store on his way to the restaurant. He'll make it a trade, and it's for...well, just in case she doesn't have a better one.

Not that he cares, of course. He does not care. He is Captain Jack Sparrow, damn it.

It isn't difficult to spot a green-haired girl in the window seat; it's the sight of the woman sitting with her that suddenly drains the pirate's face of all color and makes him feel like the dirtiest Judas who ever betrayed another. Now it's just a matter of swallowing that bile and making his way over to the table, trying to look as casual as possible. He doesn't have to stay, of course. There don't have to be pancakes.

He never wanted them anyway.

Jack clears his throat as he approaches the table:]

Milady. Small child. I believe you have something of mine.

Why is it called eyeball fry if there aren't even any eyeballs in it? I mean, sure...I guess the egg might look like an eyeball. A squashed, yellow eyeball. But that's...

[ she turns her head at the sound of a cleared throat. well.

without taking her eyes off jack: ] Orange juice sounds perfect. Let's make it two. Maybe three.

It looks like a really big eye, yeah. Yotsuba has never had real eyeballs-- [Snapping her head around at the familiar voice, then quickly turning back to Buffy.] Ohhh, he's here! Captain Jack is here and Yotsuba has his coat!

[Pushing herself away from the table and shimmying out of the chair so she can properly hand him the coat. Taking extra special care to hold it off the floor, so she practically has it above her head as she walks.]

Here you go, good as new and smelling like a meadow, like the soap box said!

[Jack doesn't look at Buffy. He can't, for some reason. He grabs his coat from Yotsuba and clutches it for a moment, kneading it between whitened knuckles, before handing her over the pink satin-y little kid coat.]

Coat for a coat and we're square, then.

[She cleaned it, this little cricket. The meadow smell actually...isn't that bad. But not piratey. Not piratey at all. He can feel his ears burning with the humiliating not-pirate-ness of it all. Somewhere, inside, Teague is giving him that furrow-browed stare. And he knows he deserves it.]

Suppose I'll leave you to your breakfast, eh?

Ooor you could...join us?

[ a little more hopeful than she means to sound. after all, she mostly just wants to jokingly move past this strange moment. it's tough to forget the coldness that had crept into jack's voice when they had last talked about yotsuba. ]

'Cause I've never known you to turn down a meal. And this one's on me. Except for the tip. Yotsuba's got that covered.

[Ooh, new coat! And it has a fluffy hood on it and everything. It's very tempting to try it on right now, but now is a time for eating not coat wearing, so onto the back of her chair it goes.]

Thank you!! Yotsuba has a coat now, and it's the same colour as strawberry ice cream. If it had some fluff fall in it.

[Delectable. Clambering back into her seat and patting the table top with her hand.]

Join us, join uuus! We can all eat together and everyone can have fun together right too, right?

[Plus she totally has that tip covered, what with this spare button in her pocket. Total tip material right there.]

Fun. Together.

[There is no mistaking that tone in Buffy's voice. Possibly more trouble will come from running from this. He will just sit quietly, then, and get some coffee into his body. When it arrives, he will lace it with some of the rye left in his flask. He isn't going to make a huge effort to hide what he's doing. Why should he?

And even though he sits with them, it is with one leg conspicuously sticking out from under the table, as though he is ready to leap up and leave at a moment's notice. He folds the coat over the back of his seat. There is something akin to satisfaction--not gladness though, no---over her reception of the pink furry coat. He would never admit how much time he spent examining the children's clothing and picking just the right one.]

Now you won't be cold in the snow, girl.

Edited 2012-01-10 23:03 (UTC)

[ her gaze narrows. there is some kind of mystery afoot and buffy slips into an investigation as easily as she slips into sarcasm. her fingers tap the menu. thoughtful. jack had bothered to bring yotsuba a new jacket but acts like the whole thing is some big pain. a bother. no -- more then a bother.

so she turns back to the girl. ] Hey. Yotsuba. Tell Jack about the super clever way we kept his coat unslushed while high-tailing our way over here.

Oh okay! Well, it went like this. Yotsuba left the house wearing your coat, okay? But Buffy said 'nooo it'll get dirty' and that would be very bad!

[It's important to note her expression changes whenever something 'good' or 'bad' occurs in her little explanation. Also everything is accompanied by over the top hand movements. She's a very animated girl.]

So Buffy gave Yotsuba a piggy back ride again, all the way here. It was really tall and Yotsuba could see really far, but Buddy lied and said she isn't tall, but she is, right?!

[But that doesn't have anything to do with that super clever thing they did, so--]

But yeah, we got all the way here and your coat never touched the snow. nuh uh, not once the entire time! Isn't that super clever!? Now you can stay warm in a clean coat and Yotsuba won't be cold in the snow with this new coat! Everyone wins!

Edited 2012-01-10 23:15 (UTC)

Good. I'd have been cross if you'd dirtied it up!

[LIES. Especially considering some of the things Jack himself has put that coat through. Mud, blood, sea salt, sand, woodchips, sweat.]

Buffy's carried me about, too. She's very strong, is Buffy. And very, very tiny, though not so tiny as yourself.

[And what story had he fed Jilly? "Magical Princess"? He doesn't have the heart to re-create anything like that now. He goes on to mumble, awkwardly:]

Well done on cleaning it up, girl. It's a very valuable thing to me, this coat.

[ very very tiny? really? does it require two verys?

before buffy can register her complaints, it's time to make the food order and she makes her executive decisions -- trying to explain to restaurant's staff just what yotsuba was looking for. it doesn't go well. kinda like a game of telephone. who knows what the girl will end up with on her plate. ]

What I wanna know is how you ended up with his coat in the first place...?

So it's good Yotsuba kept it clean, right? Spick and spam!

[The mumbling goes unheard by the girl as she gets ready to explain how she wound up with the coat.]

Yotsuba is telling lots of stories today! [Ahem, clearing her throat.] Yotsuba found Captain Jack by the playground and he was making a coffin! You could books in it and it would look very nice--

[And then she just bursts out laughing because she remembers that one word which always seems to get her going.] Mooshpot! Yeah, he said some funny words and Yotsuba was laughing really hard!! [Teehee~]

But then Captain Jack said we should play a game! Yotsuba got buried in the snow, all the way up to my chin! It was like being at the beach and getting covered in sand, but with snow! It was too cold though, so Captain Jack gave me his coat and told me to go home.

[A little more seriously now, as opposed to the excited tone of voice she was using for the rest of her story time.]

And then Yotsuba wasn't naughty and did the right thing by going home. So I'm not naughty!!

[Ohhhhhh crap. Jack forces a weak smile onto his face.]

Heh. A fun game. Erm. Yes. It were GOOD to keep it clean, girl. And not-naughty, your going home at the end of it all.

[He probably vainly hopes for no more stories of his recklessness that will get him in trouble with the slayer. He STILL feels guilt over doing that to Yotsuba.]

A game, huh? Chill, Yotsuba. You're obviously not the naughty one.

[ cue the look of what the actual heck, you buried a tiny girl in the snow?

luckily, the orange juice arrives. three glasses of pure distraction. and jack's coffee, too -- but clearly his ordering the java didn't stop buffy from ordering him the oj to go with it. ]

It was really fun! Cold but fun... Wait, so I'm not naughty? Ohhh... Yotsuba is off the hook! Not naughty!

[This calls for a big slurp of orange juice so to celebrate not being naughty. Raising her glass a little in a sort of toast.]

To not being naughty, yeah!

[Sluuuuurp.]

Hmph. Not naughty.

[Oh, that look from Buffy makes him grumpy. He raises his now-spiked coffee and toasts with Yotsuba.]

To not being naughty, eh? And to being very, very sorry for it after we have been. Possibly sorry forever and ever.

[ the closest thing this table has to a responsible adult (god help them all!) raises her glass, as well. don't think she didn't catch that spiking, jack. but she says nothing of it for the time being. ]

To not being naughty. And, also? To laundry detergent.

To not being naughty, being sorry and laundry detergent. It's a big toast, haha!

[Setting her glass down and sighing happily.]

The juice is in good form, give my complimats to the chef.

[Mind if she takes a look at the menu? It's fun to just flip through the pictures of food and try reading out some of the names.]

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[ action ] buffy > yotsuba > jack?

[ action ] Sounds good to me!

[ action ] might be slow---working

[ action ] /wishes you productivity

[ action ] /wishes also :Db

[action] THANKS

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