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Tarrant doesn't sleep. But he's not exactly ill-content either, curled around
you and generally exuding warmth. We're not exactly talking about a high
effort occupation here.
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
Corian wakes with a brief shiver, though it seems more reflexive than because
of excessive cold. "Good... morning?" she murmurs, curling a bit closer to
you.
"Not exactly," Tarrant murmurs softly, tightening his arms around you in a hug
of sorts. "An hour past noon. Still, it's morning when you wake up, and it's
not night until you go to bed. How're you feeling?"
Corian considers thatt for a moment before she replies, tone still rather drowsy. "Tired. But I am not quite so cold, which I appreciate." She doesn't move away from you, though, apparently quite content where she is.
"Well there's no call for you to be gettin' up," Tarrant reaches to gently
stroke your hair, smoothing it down with gentle fingers. "Just stay here and
relax and rest. Catch up on relaxin'."
Corian nods to that, though she sounds gradually more alert as she speaks. "I
have no desire to get up," she murmurs, her smile evident in her voice. "I am
most happy right where I am."
Tarrant chuckles softly, sounding perhaps a bit sheepish amidst the tired. "And
I am altogether happy to be where I am. I had never thought to know heaven,
but I have found it with you in my arms."
Corian lifts her head enough that her smile can be seen. "Heaven can be
different things to different people," she replies softly. "I am most glad
that you have found your heaven." And with that, she settles against you once
more, eyes closing briefly.
"Maybe you should get some more sleep, hmm?" Tarrant's voice is low, accented,
but not past comprehension. "You had a nasty trip."
Corian shakes her head at that. "I should probably get up," she says, with a
quiet sigh, "At least long enough to eat. Food would be good. Clara said
protein, yes? I think that is what she said."
Tarrant shifts to kiss you gently atop the head, "How about you stay put, and I'll rummage you up something to eat? Protein, yeah."
Corian frowns just a bit at that, turning to regard you with a hint of concern.
"But what about your knee? Cha'trez, I do not wish for you to injure
yourself."
"The kitchen's not that far away. It'll be fine." Tarrant shifts back, tucking blankets in where he was, attempting to trap the warmth around you.
Corian half sits up, though she takes the blankets with her. Looking now less
concerned, she inquires, "Will you be all right? I could get up, cha'trez. As
you say, it is not far."
"I'll be fine, love. Shh, just stay comfortable." Tarrant slides from the bed,
carefully tugging himself up onto his feet. Steadying himself a moment he
then sets about limping into the kitchen, "What'd you like?" He looks around
for the tea pot, finally lighting on it.
Corian replies, with apparent predictability, "Some tea would be wonderful.
Mm... no, actually, I believe I have some milk in there. That would likely be
better." Though she doesn't sound especially thrilled about the consumption
of said beverage.
"Tea with milk in it? Maybe make the latter more palatable?" Tarrant limps to the fridge, rummaging a moment, in search of protein laden foodage.
Corian nods to that, though you can't see it. "That sounds much better, yes, thank you, cha'trez. And tea is warmer," she adds, more to herself.
Tarrant tugs the milk from the fridge, straightening slowly. He sets about
going through the motions of making tea, and adding milk. He's careful as he
limps back over so as not to spill it. "Hang on just a minute and I'll go
find some food."
Corian takes the tea with a murmured thankyou, her hands curling lightly around the mug. "Thank you, cha'trez--but are you really all right?"
Tarrant nods to the question, leaning against the wall for a moment. "Yeah, I'm
fine. I'm supposed to be up and about, yes? I won't be gone more than a few
minutes."
Corian sips lightly at her tea, nodding slowly. "All right, cha'trez," she replies, gaze on your face. "But do be careful, please?"
Tarrant nods to the question, offering something of a bow and a grin. "I will,
of course. You stay put now, and relax." And with that he snags his jacket,
shrugging it on and limping for the door.
Corian murmurs something between a farewell and an affirmative, watching you leave as she curls a bit more comfortably under the blankets.
Tarrant leaves the room.
Tarrant has left.
You faintly hear a chime mark the hour.
[Time passes.]
Tarrant enters from the Elevator Lounge.
Tarrant has arrived.
Tarrant returns, stepping back through the door quietly, a brown paper bag in one hand, and, heathen that he is, coffee in the other.
Corian uncurls, so that she no longer resembles a knot of blankets, and murmurs
a drowsy greeting. "I do hope that the coffee is for you," she adds, with a
quiet chuckle.
Tarrant nods to the question, chuckling quietly. "Yeah, I smelled it and decided it was vital." He limps over to the kitchen, snagging a couple of plates and heading to ease down onto the edge of the bed. Settling down one of the plates, he rummages in the bag, "Probably the oddest mixed up meal ever, but it's got protein." He tugs out a wrapped sandwich, "Toasted tomato and baked eggplant with cheese sauce. Careful, it's goopy, but it smelled divine." A small plastic container is set next to it, "Potato skins with cheese, sour cream, chives..." Several plastic wrapped cookies are added before he hands the whole plate over, "And chocolate and walnut cookies."
Corian rummages for a tray for all the food. "Thank you, cha'trez--this is wonderful." She takes up one of the sandwiches, then inquires, with a faint smile, "Are there napkins in that bag as well? They would be useful."
Tarrant shifts back on the bed, allowing you some space. He offers napkins from the bag, as well as a platic fork. He then rummages in the bag again, snagging a sandwich of his own, it involves bacon, probably a great evil. "It was cheating, but my brain wasn't wanting to kick into functioning to cook."
Corian shakes her head at that, with a murmured thankyou for the napkins. "It
is not cheating, of course. It is still food, after all, and this particular
method is much more efficient." And she smells the bacon, of course, and a
quick smile crosses her face, but she doesn't comment on it beyond, "And this
way, we are both able to eat what we prefer."
Tarrant looks rather sheepish, grinning after taking a bite of his toasted BLT.
Oooh, summer warm tomatoes, toast, crispy bacon, the lettuce still ice
cold...Whoever invented such sandwiches was a wonderful soul. He nods, "Sorry
love, much as I love vegetables, I am most assuredly an omnivore. I do not
think I could give up burgers and BLTs."
Corian nods amiably to that, then pauses to nibble at her sandwich, then take a
heartier bite. "Mmm," she approves, around the mouthful. Then, once her mouth
is clear, she adds, "There is no need to apologize. I am not opposed to meat,
after all, except when Edori cook it. I am only a vegetarian out of habit,
any more."
Tarrant munches on his sandwich a while longer, quiet a moment as he makes his way through a large chunk of it. "One of the best htings about this planet. Between the Pavilion and the Quarter there's almost no food one can't find."
Corian nods to that, though there's a pause as she munches for a moment or three, then shifts so that a bit of the cheese sauce lands on a napkin, rather than the fuzzy blanket. "Mm. You were not joking when you said that this was goopy. But it tastes wonderful." She turns her attention to the potato skins, now, and alternates between them and the sandwich.
Tarrant finishes off his own sandwich, rummaging in the bag for his own
container of potato skins, his have bacon on them as well. It's bacon day. He
munches absently. "Goopy is often good though. And besides, it's cheese goop,
entirely acceptable."
Corian nods once more, expression amused as she bounces between the sandwich and the potato skins. "Do you rate different varieties of goop, then?" she teases gently. "What does it take to achieve an acceptable rating?"
Tarrant chuckles softly, looking amused as he re-closes his food off. "Sloppyness to taste ratio. It's a complicated formula."
Corian tucks away her food as well, though she didn't -quite- finish it all,
and the cookies weren't even touched. Chocolate, y'know. "Then it sounds like
something I should best avoid," she replies, with a smile. "Too much
knowledge is a dangerous thing, especially when it involves complicated
formulae." Her smile shifting from amused to warm, she adds, "And thank you
for getting the food, cha'trez."
"Not a problem, the least I could do to..." Tarrant's words are cut off by a pealed alert from his comm unit. Reflexively he all but dives off the bed and to his feet. Well, except his knee gives out and he rather un-suavely crumples into a heap. Undaunted he scrambles back up, using the bed. "If you need anything, anything at all, comm me. Gotta' dash."
Corian nods, clearly a bit startled by the alert, but she doesn't ask, instead
saying only, "Be careful, cha'trez."
Tarrant pelts out the door as best he can, probably disturbing your neighbors.
Tarrant leaves the room.
Tarrant has left.