firstofitskind | MHA #6, Sunday Evening

MHA #6, Sunday Evening

The last two days in the Kincaid-Price household had been, uh, interesting. First and most obviously, there was the appearance of some animal but not actually animal visitors. There had been Kestrel, of course, and then there'd been who had shown up claiming to belong to Verity:

"Jack."

"Your name is Jack."

"Yup"

"Jack the jackalope?"

"Yup."

The talking part of which wasn't even as startling as it might be for most. And that was because of the mice. Which led to the other really interesting thing: once they'd figured out that these animals- daemons- were in fact extensions of human souls, two schools of thought had immediately formed: those that believed the new arrivals needed to have names bestowed upon them so they could be properly worked into the canon, and those who believed that, as part of their gods, they were already covered, namewise.

That the daemons would likely disappear either tomorrow or in a few days, as is typical with Fandom, Did Not Matter, as it had been pointed out that They Have Always Been There, You Just Did Not Know It. Therefore, they would continue to exist once they've disappeared.

"For does NOT the Pilgrim Priestess search high and low for he God of Empty Rooms and Cold Regrets with no sign of him nor proof he still lives? Is not our entire life based around the faith of That Which We Feel But Can Not See?" remarked one of the acolytes early on in the discussion.

So that was the background noise as Liam (and Kestrel, who wasn't really much help per se but had Opinions) was in the kitchen, preparing some Ginataang Talong with some Deep Fried Cauliflower on the side. The eggplant had finished simmering and now it was just a matter of waiting for the deep fryer to finish as they waited for their guests.

[ooc: for thems that live here or are coming for dinner!]

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"...This is a bad island for that," Verity drawls. "Oh lord. How are you going to take walking up in the body of a woman? Or a child?"

She paused to consider. "Okay, you'll probably wake up as a kid okay. It's the Monday after you're gonna wanna drink."

Being a kid would never get any less weird for Liam, but on the other hand:

"That's how we met," he told Danny and Steve, grinning brightly.

"Real rich, coming from Commander Control Freak," Danny muttered into his wine. "You met as kids?"

Which, c'mon guys. Was weird when it was a weekend thing.

"You can turn into kids?"

Sorry, Steve was stuck at that part.

"Met as kids when I drew weapons on him," Verity said, giving Liam a sickeningly sweet smile. "Nerf guns have less of a wow factor, but that's okay. And then I brought him home for a feast of PB and J sandwiches."

[SO SORRY. ER TRIPS AND KIDNEY STONES ARE NOT KIND]

“Hey, I was pretty impressed,” Liam countered, giving her a sickeningly sweet smile right back. “Nerf weapons or no.”

"Wow." That wow was only half because, well, his 'meet cute' with Steve also featured weapons being drawn.

"That's how Danny and I met," Steve said, grinning, "only we were adults, and the guns were real."

"Ahh, but did you share guns?" Verity asked, quietly taking a sip (A SIP! SHE HAD LEARNED HER LESSON LAST TIME) as they shared 'how we met' stories with this very-clearly-not-a-couple. "That was what I think was really the clincher. I shared my weapons."

"Out of the goodness of her tiny six-year-old heart," Liam confirmed with a nod. "And now she's no longer six, but she has to share them legally," he said smugly, as he dished out the ginataang.

"Uh, no," Danny replied with an amused little look aimed at Steve. "He tried to take stuff from my crime scene and he said I should call for back up if I wanted to follow through on me tellin' him no. So I told him I'd rather call him an ambulance."

Which was emotionally repressed for 'let's exchange friendship bracelets' and also 'I'm so into you right now'.

"His crime scene was my garage," Steve pointed out.

That was flirting. They did know that was flirting, right? Verity glanced at Liam; he knew this was flirting, yes?

"And who won that little exchange?" Verity asked.

Liam was not always good at flirting and even he knew that was flirting, yes.

"Do tell," he said, leaning forward and cupping his chin in his hands.

Look, they flirted as part of their relationship. It was just part of the whole thing.

"Well, Steve doesn't lose gracefully, so he called up the governor to take a job as the head of a taskforce, just to poach my case from me. Got sworn in on the phone and everything. Then figured out that being a detective involved more than a can do attitude, didn't you, babe?"

"I have not figured that out," Steve told him, grinning.

Listening to them call each other babe unironically was never going to get old.

"That's not true," Verity declared. "There are also weapons."

She gave Liam a pretty smile, complete with dimples. "Wanna make me a detective or something on the island?"

“I already have more detectives than I can shake a stick at.” A beat. “Babe.”

Danny broke the prolonged eye contact with Steve to shoot Liam a mild look for that. "Well, one more can't hurt, can it?"

"Especially if she brings her own weapons," Steve said helpfully.

"Like you'd catch me dead using standard issue," Verity snorted.

She did not seem particularly serious in her desire to be a deputy.

"Dunno," Liam said, smirking. "You seemed pretty happy with the gun I got you a couple years ago."

That was different. It was standard-issue in his world, sure, but Verity was still the only one from her reality with an energy weapon.

The fact that Danny had to exchange a look with a cat over the romantic gift of firearms certainly was A Thing.

"Well, I'm sure the rampant crime wave here will wait for you."

"I think the woodchucks might be planning something," Steve said, sipping from his wine glass.

"Okay, but are woodchucks really the shiftiest critters on this island?" Verity mused.

Liam was still getting an adoring smile for the gun.

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