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For the most part, Saffron kept herself pretty busy. Between running the club, keeping up (and improving) her skills on the pole, cooking from time to time in the kitchen, visiting folks, and staying in shape, there was plenty to do from day to day. She enjoyed sparring with Dean and fencing with Lex, both of which she did regularly. And she

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It was like playing house all over again. A bit of a downgrade with the huts instead of nice homes with tiled roofs overhead, but still the same concept. People all chipping in to provide for everyone, exchanging pleasantries whenever they passed each other. Everything was so damn normal, and yet there was a problem in that Sawyer just didn't know whether or not he was even capable of wanting it for himself anymore. There was a time when he did, he's sure, when Freckles was looking to become a permanent part of his life and when even bug-eyed Ben Linus was just a part of everyday life. But now, he just didn't know. How could he, stranded on an island with none of the folks who helped ground him, none of the people who really knew him aside from the Linus family

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David spotted him before she did, letting out a soft squawk of warning that made her lift her head. Upon seeing who was headed her way, Saffron just managed to restrain the thousand-watt smile that threatened to light her up, giving instead a mildly pleasant smile that was on its way to a smirk.

Sawyer called out a greeting, and David ruffled his wings a little, but Saffron calmed him with a gentle "Hush now, everything's fine." She pulled her bare feet back from the rail and set them on the floor.

"Sure is," she agreed as she lowered her book. "This is a pleasant surprise, Sawyer. I don't see many folks come by this way." No harm in letting on to the fact that she was not opposed to seeing him, Saffron figured.

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More than the vast majority of other annoyances that came about in tropical climes, Sawyer hated animals that made a lot of noise. There was nothing on the island to really keep any of them in check. No cages to stuff birds into, no sharp sticks to threaten loud tree frogs with, and no loud luau festivities to threaten rampaging boar with. In the wild, they didn't seem to let anything hold them back, and the sharp reminder of it had Sawyer shooting a sharp glare in the direction of the bird, only slightly mollified when Helen was able to quiet the damn thing down.

Good thing, too, otherwise he would've considered making a nice bird stew of some sort for dinner. Despite not exactly being the best cook around.

"I'm just full of surprises, Ginger," he drawled with a chuckle, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he slowly moseyed his way on over closer to Helen's porch, vaguely curious about what the woman was up to, and hoping that she would help him combat the strong feeling of boredom that seemed prevalent for him that day.

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The glare didn't escape Saffron's notice, and it didn't escape David's either, who let out an indignant chirp. "All right now, grumpy," she said to the bird, smiling at him with wry amusement. "Go hunt, I'll be fine." She reached out to run her index finger lightly over the bird's head, and he gave her an affectionate nibble before taking flight, disappearing above the trees.

"That little guy's like a winged bodyguard, I swear," she said, rolling her eyes even though she didn't really mind it. It was like a little bit of Cuthbert was with her, all the time, and she couldn't hardly complain about that.

Setting her book aside, she gestured to the other chair on the porch. "Why don't you come and sit, keep me company for a while, unless you've got somewhere more exciting you need to be," she suggested.