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Corian works, by the way. For a miracle, she's using her desk for the work, despite the earlier discussion on the evils of using a desk for deskwork. The relative positioning of the desk puts her where you can see her profile, should your eyes open. She's focused very intently on whatever it is.
Tarrant sleeps.
But then he's done a lot of that lately. He does however wake though, albeit
slowly at first. He's in no hurry though, enjoying watching you in his sleepy
haze. "A waking dream, and one far more lovely than imagination alone could
produce..."
Corian looks over at that, her smile mingling pleasure and embarrassment. She
murmurs a thankyou, adding, "Good afternoon, Tarrant. Did you sleep well,
then?"
Tarrant shifts up to a seated position, although he does not unbury himself
from the blankets just yet. "Very well indeed, thanks. Although once again it
seems, for an exorbitant amount of time. And you?"
Corian nods to that, stretching lightly as she keys her work saved, then gets
to her feet. "Quite well, yes, if not quite as long as you. But that is
understandable."
Tarrant ruffles through his hair a moment, although thankfully for the evils of
Corian-tempting, it ends up more or less un-ruffled. "You need to be careful,
lest I attempt to make off with this couch. That's twice now I've slept on
it, and the two best nights of sleep I've had to date." Of course it's not
because of the couch, but hey.
Corian, shifting her chair around so that she's not just seen in profile,
suggests, "Or perhaps I could assist you in interviewing couches of your own,
so you could find one that is suitably kind? I -like- my couch, you see, and
I like it in its current location."
Tarrant grins in decided amusement, "That'd be worth it for the looks on the
salespeoples faces alone." He turns to the couch, regarding it solemnly, "So,
why did you leave your last place of employment?"
Corian dissolves into quiet laughter at that. "You know, and the disturbing
part is that I can actually see you doing that. The poor salespeople, they
would be scandalized."
Tarrant pats at the arm of the couch consolingly, "It's okay, I understand. I
like your current employer too." He shakes his head, finally, and rather
reluctantly, moving to begin disentangling himself from the blankets so he
can fold them. "Scandalizing salespeople is -fun-. Because they try so
-valiently- not to look terrified on the chance that lunatic or no, I will
buy something."
"The dangers of working on commision," Corian murmurs, looking amused. "Do you often buy anything, after scandalizing the poor people?"
Tarrant settles aside the blanketage, neatly folded, settling the pillow atop. "I generally only torment if I intend to buy something. There's no guilt that way, you see. Otherwise...well, it's the way the poor people make a living. It's only fair to scare them if I intend to also buy something."
Corian nods to that, with a hint of approval. She gets to her feet to tuck away
the blanketage, replying, "That does seem fair, yes." Closing the closet,
blankets stowed, she inquires, "Are you hungry?"
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Tarrant has to bring up short his normal reaction, instead nodding sheepishly.
"I am afraid so, yes."
Corian looks rather amused for a moment. "Considering how long you have slept,
that is not especially surprising. Do you have a preference as to what you
will eat?"
Tarrant shakes his head slightly, "I am afraid I do not, although I wish I did
so that I could offer something like a decision."
Corian heads into the kitchen, with a melodramatic sigh. "I suppose that I will just have to come up with a meal on my own, then. I can manage it, though."
Tarrant chuckles quietly, although he's rather sheepish sounding. "My hero
indeed, conquering kitchens. I really do appreciate this, I really am being
quite the pest."
Corian peers around the side of the unit, with a fond smile. "I am enjoying
your company. I would have to decide for myself anyway; it is hardly trouble
to include an additional portion."
Tarrant climbs carefully to his feet, far steadier than before. Padding quietly
he follows you to the kitchen area, although standing far enough back to stay
out of the way. "Didn't they ever tell you not to feed lunatics though? We're
worse than stray cats."
Corian looks for a moment like she's going to shoo you back to the couch, but
then apparently decides against that. "Ah, but I am a lunatic as well, and I
will most certainly feed myself. It is no trouble to feed you as well.
Besides, I like cats." She pauses to rummage a bit more, then decides, "I
will have to have a cooking day, soon."
Tarrant isn't even limping as he normally does, obviously whatever
painkillerage Clara employed was quite efficent. He grins at you rather
absently, "If I could offer assistance in such an endeavor? Considering I've
been swiping your food regularly of late."
Corian inclines her head as she pops some lasagna in hte warmer. "If you like,"
she replies, with a smile. "None of it is very complicated, but having the
help will make it go more quickly. I will need to venture to the market
before I do any cooking, though. Perhaps," she adds thoughtfully, "I will get
some pears, as well."
"That I can help with," Tarrant replies, grinning. "Carrying things, after all,
is within my scope of experience."
Corian nods agreeably. "That would be pleasant, to have company in the market.
But perhaps that should wait another few days? I would not want you to do too
much too soon, after all."
Tarrant shakes his head, grinning, "I've never felt so good in my life, I'd be fine. Admittedly, part of that's whatever I've been drugged with, and the rest being head over heels in love, but I'm not going to question it."
Corian inquires, with a fond smile, "Could you possibly have Clara give you a
lookover anyway, just to be sure? I'm most glad that you're feeling better,
of course, but I would feel somewhat guilty if you did too much on my
account."
Tarrant nods amiably, grinning as he makes sure to keep out of the way. "Of
course, of course, sounds fair enough to me. She can clear me for going
shopping and building treehouses and all."
There really isn't much of a way to keep out of, as Corian is assembling drinks
and silverware and such. "We can pester her later today, perhaps. Did you
still want to build a Sectassian treehouse?"
"Yeah," Tarrant answers, tucking his hands into his pockets. "Might as well do a thing right, if I'm going to do it. Lots of bright colors and all."
The warmer beeps as Corian starts to answer, and she pauses to remove the
plates. "It will certainly fit in with the playground, if you end up making
it in that tree." She offers you a plate, adding, "Be careful, it is rather
warm."
Tarrant accepts the plate with something akin to his usual flourishes, a half bow of thanks. Grinning he straightens, "Thank you, I will be cautious."
Corian tucks the appropriate silverware onto the plate, then inquires, "Tea?"
That'd probably be whether you would like some, rather than a random
announcement of a letter.
You might as well put a collar on the assassin with your name and address, he's
yours, especially with an offer like that. "Please? Tea is one of the proofs
that while the universe has a sense of humor, it also has a love for those
who inhabit it."
Corian laughs quietly as she pours a glass of the stuff for you, then gets
water for herself. "There you go," she says, offering the tea glass. "I am
not quite so fond of -this- particular variety, but, yes, tea in general is a
good thing."
Tarrant accepts the glass with a somewhat less florid bow, grinning. "It's
great either way. Iced is just somewhat more common in the bulk of the places
I was raised, so I have a fondness for it cold."
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Corian takes her own plate and glass, and heads over to take a seat, as that's
preferable to eating while standing. "It is what you have known, yes," she
replies equably.
Tarrant pads along afterwards, taking a seat as well. "Although trying new
things is always fun, it is nice to have familiar things as well. For
variety."
Corian starts to make inroads in her meal. "I enjoy the familiar, in some
things," she says thoughtfully, between bites. "It provides a sense of
stability, after all. When the environment is a variable, it is good to have
some things as a constant."
Tarrant sets to eating as well, looking rather thoughtful as he does so. "Not
to mention as a reminder. Bringing one back to...well, the things that make
us who we are."
Corian nods her agreement to that. "Just so, yes. At times, that can be easy to
forget, so it is good to have that reminder, yes."
Tarrant is quiet for a few moments, eating silently. "Although sometimes it is
nice not to be reminded as well." He grins wryly.
"I suppose," Corian replies thoughtfully, "That it depends upon what you are
remembering." After polishing off about half her lasagna, she settles back
against the couch, taking up her water.
Tarrant finishes off his own lasagna, settling the plate aside to settle back
into the comfort of the couch. "True enough, true enough." He pauses a bit,
and then manages an awkward segue of his own, "Speaking of remembering, I
probably ought to be setting out to pester the folks that need pestering so I
can get out of your hair. I deeply appreciate the fact that you've let me
stay here as long as I have, but you hardly were looking to have me move onto
your couch when you went to go rescue me."
Corian hesitates for a moment, then nods. "You should probably attempt to take
care of that, yes--and perhaps to see Clara, as well?" After a glance at the
wall clock, she grimaces faintly. "In fact, I have a meeting soon, to discuss
my potential employment change."
Tarrant clambers to his feet, ducking with his plate and glass into the kitchen
before returning to snag his boots. Sinking down onto the couch again he
nods, "Then I'll get out of your hair." He reaches out, resting fingertips
lightly on your knee, "Thank you love, for everything, I appreciate being
able to hide here."
Corian covers your hand with her own, her smile warming her gray eyes. They
stay gray, though; the smile isn't -that- warm. "You are most welcome. I was
very glad to have you here."
Tarrant unfolds to his feet, offering a courtly bow of sorts, a little too ridiculous to be truly formal. "Have a nice day then, and a pleasant meeting."
Corian gets to her feet as well, to see you to the door. "Enjoy your day as
well. I will see you later?"
Tarrant scoops up his battered clothing, nodding as he pauses by the door.
"Certainly, please just comm me when you're free. My time is yours to
command."
Corian nods to that. "I will most certainly do so," she replies, with a smile.
"The meeting should not be especially long; I will comm you sometime this
evening."
Tarrant grins, offering a quick wave, "A pleasant afternoon to you then, love."
and with that he heads out.
Tarrant leaves the room.
Tarrant has left.