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[sciencesquid]

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[sciencesquid]

[Otto has been awful busy lately, and so has Peter. They've settled into their lives here in Ryslig so well, it's hard to imagine they were ever anywhere else. Hard to imagine they were unceremoniously dropped here two years ago with nothing but the clothes on their backs. Otto's grateful for this second chance. This final chance. He knows that once he leaves this place and returns home, it's over for him. And if he never returns home... Well, the Sea of Stars isn't a great alternative either. Either way, his body will be left adrift and lifeless. He wants to make it count while he still can, which is why he made sure to take some time for this lakeside picnic.

For the food, he made fresh juice and scrambled egg. There's also some small fruit tarts, but he bought those. There's only so much cooking he can do.]

I'm sure you did. Normally, it would still be twice as many latkes.

[heyunderoos]

[Two years was a long time for anyone in the peninsula. Much less two people who hadn't meant to find each other again like Peter and Otto. Even with the rise and fall of each month leading into something new and chaotic, the two at least had each other.

Peter found comfort in that much. In the simplicity and peace he could find with his family.

The blanket for the picnic is set, now the hardest part is trying to get the food set out. Latkes and shakshuka find a hope near the fruit tarts.]

You'd still make a good dent in them, even if I did go overboard. [Peter lobs back idly, laughing.

He smooths a hand across the blanket on the ground, well aware it will never be straight, but making a grand attempt at it.]

[sciencesquid]

[He breathes a laugh of his own at that comment.]

I should hope you aren't saying I eat too much. I'm still at a respectable weight, considering how many leftovers you kids leave for me to finish.

[Is Otto that type of dad who will take the last few fries and steak at a restaurant just so the kids will have a clean plate? Yes. Does he regret it? ...Sometimes. It depends how it affects his digestive system. But he usually walks away from it all without any issues.]

[heyunderoos]

I'm saying you help me make leftovers disappear at least. We both know I eat way more. [He has to tease a little. He gives up after a moment more of fussing. Peter makes sure everything is set up relatively nicely and in reach before he settles down on the picnic blanket.

He stretches out slightly, tail tip twitching back and forth. He releases a slow exhale, just smiling a little.] I'm just glad we're doing this. Its been... so busy recently.

[sciencesquid]

[Otto settles down on the picnic blanket too, his legs in front of him and knees bent at the halfway point. The first thing he reaches for is his tumbler of water, because mers gotta hydrate!]

Mmh, it has been, hasn't it? Sort of makes one miss the days when we were still trying to find our place in this world. [They spent so much time exploring and so little of it just... rusted into place the way they are now.]

[heyunderoos]

[Peter curls his tail around himself, trying to keep it relatively out of the way.]

It was simpler in some ways, I mean... remember how much we traveled and looked around? [The two talked about taking in more sights. Had managed some of it, before becoming rooted to Hill House and Bavan.] It felt like we had more time then.