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[goazon]

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[goazon]

Well, now nobody has a quilt for one.

[apparare]

Do quilts come according to size? 'Built for one?' 'Perfect for three?'

[goazon]

If they do I bet it's as full of poodoo as the serving suggestions on food. Serves three my ass.

[apparare]

Not everyone eats sixteen tacos in one sitting. Most people don't, as a matter of fact.

[goazon]

If they're not meant for one person, then why is buying a box of sixteen an option?

[apparare]

I think the intention is to share them. What kind of serving size is 'a box?'

[goazon]

If you get the twenty taco box you have four to share.

[ Which, by the way, he threw away. ]

[apparare]

Debating with you about the finer points of portions is also not on my to-do list, particularly when I know there is no end in sight.

[goazon]

Punching
More punching
No crosswords
No quilts
No tacos

[apparare]

6 down is 'Iakaru.'

[goazon]

So it is, thank you.

Did you finish?

[ No you're smiling. ]

[apparare]

( It takes a second - maybe a full minute - while he oscillates between one answer and the other. )

I did.

[goazon]

Let me see.

[ For his handwriting of course. How much messier could it be? Why does that matter? This is weird. ]

[apparare]

( It takes a moment - because, admittedly, he hadn't finished entirely when he said he had - but eventually a clean, detailed upload of his crossword comes through on her end. Infuriatingly, all the answers are correct, and he has even corrected her spelling in one or two places, even though he is impressed at her knowledge. )

[goazon]

Your handwriting is perfect. Just as I thought.

( 1/2 BECAUSE - )

[apparare]

( And another moment to consider how to respond to that. )


You need to dig deeper into the puns to get the correct answers. The idiots who come up with these think they're clever.

[apparare]

I spent a decent amount practicing as a child.

how's the closed door thing working?

[goazon]

I don't think I'm ever going to be especially good at it.

[ And to illustrate her point attached is an image of her attempting to write her own name, which is about seven shades worse than chicken scratch and absolutely nothing she should be sharing with him. ]

blows it wide open obv

[apparare]

( Give him a second to choke down that kneejerk response - )

You just need to practice. How long have you been trying?

( Is her name even really 'Rey?' )

queues up taytay

[goazon]

[ Would she be a little proud of him if she knew he stopped himself? Only Rey knows. ]

Not long, not seriously and only my name. Yours looks like you've practiced it.

listens to accoustic temper trap

[apparare]

I have.

( Haughty, but then - )

I had a remarkable amount of free time as a child.

breaks things

[goazon]

Why did imply your handwriting wasn't much better than mine? Write something.

into a thousand pieces

[apparare]

( AGAIN - an inordinate amount of time passes. Long enough that that she's likely to think no response is coming. Until, ultimately, a severe but neat - angular, intentional, hypothetically perfect - save for the slight slant to the capital letters - scrawl comes through almost as if it's against his better judgment.

The translation amounts to: Good morning. In Corellian. )

omfg how dare you

[goazon]

[ Did it take so long to respond because she fell asleep? Or because she was tracing the letters with her finger and internally berating herself about it? She may have gone and got a snack, or three. Regardless, it took a little while. ]

Your letters sort of look like how you stand.

no u

[apparare]

( In the interim, he's found other things to occupy his time, which means that this reply is not immediate in its timing. )

What.