Secluded Section of the Beach, Tuesday Early Evening

[hotceltogoth]

Ronan dropped a basket -- with light finger foods, mostly fruit and vegetables; a half-dozen bottles of water; and a half-dozen bottles of Gatorade -- on the beach, rolling out his shoulders.

"So," he said, grinning at his sparring partner, "winner gets first choice of food?"

[For the one, and for SP.]

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[not_a_whiner]

"I think that's setting yourself up to lose," Kaidan said frankly. He... was not completely confident in Ronan's assurances that he'd be fine. Go easy on him first, see if he had to ramp up later. "You, uh. Really don't want to try my cooking."

[hotceltogoth]

To be fair, Ronan wasn't entirely confident in his assurances that he'd be fine, but he was willing to give it his best anyway.

Hopefully no one would kill him if he ended up burning himself out for a few days.

"I never said you had to cook it," Ronan pointed out, laughing. "Just that we'd get to pick it."

He reached sideways into nothing and pulled out a pen, giving it a flick to shake it out into his sword.

[not_a_whiner]

Kaidan raised his eyebrows briefly, but hey, where he came from, guns unfolded from something the size of a pencil case. "Didn't know we were going melee weapons," he said. "I mean, I could probably set up an omni-blade..."

[hotceltogoth]

Ronan blinked for a moment before shrugging. "Either way," he said. "It's... as much a focus for me as anything else. And I keep a few spells stored in it for quick casting.

"So, what are our rules, anyway? Other than, y'know, no death or serious maiming. Maiming is bad."