joint post: come on it, the water's fine!
The weather report had forecast rain, but they'd been lucky. The sky had been clear and sunny when they'd picked out and set up their campsite earlier and it had stayed just as balmy on the long hike to the lake. It was his last chance to be with his baby sister before she went off to college (not such a baby anymore. Life seemed intent on
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"I can fry it," she told her brother. "Back at the campsite, I can do it. I brought everything we'll need." She'd come prepared, of course. This meant going back there, but they needed to eventually anyway, despite the weather. She glanced upward, then at Cloud.
"You're soaked." This was mostly a mischievous way to point out that she wasn't. Brat.
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But he said it with a smile as he shook water out of his unbowed spikes with his fingers. He knew Ami had a way with water and he'd never pushed or questioned it. It was just the way she was.
"That fish dinner you're talking about better be worth it."
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Of course, in the rain... Her eyes sought out somewhere that might have dry wood still. "Did we have some wood under a tarp?"
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"I'll descale it. You're still cooking it." Cloud can cook. He's been forced to or starve. But his idea of cooking the fish involves wrapping it in tinfoil with some lemons and burying it in the ashes. The problem with that plan is he's hungry now. And Ami's a better cook than he is anyway. Her question has him glancing around, both for a spot to skin and gut the fish that's off to the side and for -
"Looks like." Most people are pretty good about restocking shelters when they use them and sure enough, there's a stack of wood in one dry corner near a much used fire pit. With a smirk, Cloud will reach gesture to his coat pocket. One arm in a cast, the other full of fish, he can't reach it himself but - "I've got the matches if you want them. Unless you've forgotten how to manage fire with all your wet work."
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"Great job, guys. Wow, that sure looked like fun." The sarcasm is highly evident in her tone. She's leaning back in the lean-to with a six pack and a sandwich, relaxing and definitely not fishing. If she wants to eat fish, she'll go to the store and buy some, like a sensible, modern person. The great outdoors isn't exactly her scene. She prefers the city, but somehow she let herself get dragged out on this family camping trip. She hadn't come up with a good enough excuse to get out of it with on time. "What're you gonna do next, roast marshmallows and tell ghost stories?" She's teasing them, but she actually doesn't mind spending time with them. There are worse relatives to be around, after all.
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Hmph. Reno, appreciate Ami more. Thanks to her, you have fish to grill over the fire, or maybe fry. (They brought some oil, didn't they, and some breadcrumbs?) On the other hand, Ami looked decidedly drier than she had any right to be.
"No," she says easily by way of greeting. "We're planning to eat our fish while you have nothing for dinner." She was, hopefully, teasing. "So if you want us to change our minds, be good awhile, Ok?" There was that sly grin that tended to come out sometimes.
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Cloud's busy shaking rain out of his hair in the corner because even if it would serve both his siblings right to get wet too (since he's ended up being the only one wet. Yet again.) he knows they'd probably gang up on him if he did. He may never get used to living with sisters but he does have a much more finely developed sense of self-preservation because of it.
"Hey," he's quick to speak up over his shoulder once he's got most of the wet out of his hair. "Let's not be hasty. Reno's got the beer."
Priorities, man. Though he's not sure either one of his sisters should be drinking AT ALL. Still, better when he's around than when he's not.
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"And hey, wait, since when am I doing the cooking?" She pauses, then relaxes. "Well, yeah, I guess I am better at it than you two."
She leans back further, relaxing rather pointedly now as she nods toward Cloud, who as usual was the only one who didn't have the sense or wherewithal to stay dry. "That's right, as the beer-holder, I have certain rights."
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