Um...

[songless_psiren]

Errr... fish? ...Ew?

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[friendofpaper]

*runs for cover into Clara's house, panting* Clara... is it... raining fish?

[songless_psiren]

*has been standing by a window, staring out with her mouth hanging slightly open, blinks, surprised, when Sheska bursts in* ...Sheska! Hello! Err... yes, yes it is. *goes back to gaping*

[friendofpaper]

*walks over to the window, gaping similarly, then turns to Clara* Do you know how to cook them? We should get some baskets to catch them.

[songless_psiren]

*blinks* I- *ponders* Goodness, I don't know what they are, exactly, they're kind of small... anchovies or something. I suppose they could be smoked or canned, but I've never tried... or they'd be good in soup, maybe? ...Really, though, I don't think it matters a whole lot if they hit the ground, we can just rinse them off... I'd really rather not go out in that. ...Did you get caught in the downpour? Are you okay?

[ishbalriffs]

*calling Clara from the store about an hour after the downpour* Clara?

[songless_psiren]

*just coming back into the house after lunch... hears the phone ringing and runs to get it* Yes? ...Hey Mal!

[ishbalriffs]

Hey Clara! *grinning so much she can probably hear it in his voice* So how d'you like the weather?

[songless_psiren]

*laughs* Weird, isn't it?