[oom] April Fool's Day

[hell_in_highheels]

Oh, River is not a morning person, but this prank requires some dedication and preparation.  She has her sonic screwdriver set to wake her an hour before the alarm, and she'd packed the blanket and the picnic basket the afternoon before while he was out running.

The matter of the prank itself is a simple few moments with the screwdriver on the red setting.  Quick.  Harmless.  And best of all, reversible. 

She still expects to get a bit of a hiding for it, but he did throw down the gauntlet.  Her cheeks ache from grinning at the very thought of the look on his face when he figures out just what she'd done.

Prank accomplished, she slips into her boots and shushes Damocles, swearing him to silence.  Rather, bribing him with future promises of bacon.  She leaves the note on the pillow and catches herself just before she kisses him on the cheek.  If he wakes, the surprise will be ruined before she can make her escape. 

Dear Richard~

Have been kidnapped by rabbits.  They said something about their pelts being used for "unseemly" purposes. Their leader says, if you ever want to see me again, come alone.

(crudely drawn map of the lake side and the meadow with an X)

Love,
~River

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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He has to find where the basket went, first, then he drags it over to them.

"Yes?" He's rooting around for the cheese. "I've only seen it." Hah, there we go. He pulls up a slice and starts nomming.

"...apples?"

[hell_in_highheels]

"Apples?"

She's pouring him another glass of wine and coming back to curl herself around his back, leaning into him to balance them both in the sitting position. She holds her chin up, mouth open for a bite of the cheese.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Fruit flavoured cheese." He shrugs. It's not all that unusual.

He pops the rest of his slice into her mouth.

[hell_in_highheels]

She bites and chews. "No... There's no cheese flavour there at all. That's just apples. Interesting."

She rests her chin on his shoulder while she eats.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He frowns, then eats another slice.

"Huh. I didn't even notice." He chews thoughtfully. "It's not bad."

He pulls out the bread and sets about making a little cheese sandwich.

"So did you meet the dragon?"

[hell_in_highheels]

"When would I have met the dragon, love?" She nuzzles his ear. "Save for the one night, I've been with you every day but the full moons since."

"You were just mentioning oddities in the woods, and I remembered the dragon."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Well, it wasn't always here, I don't think. I'm not sure. It's not something I've seen often."

He bites into his sandwich.

Uhhhh...

[hell_in_highheels]

She sees him pause mid-bite. This is not something she's ever seen him do.

"What's the matter?"

A quick read of his body language says there's not an outside threat. And then she sees him looking at the sandwich.

"Uh oh."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He chews once with brows furrowed, trying to decide if he wants to spit this out or not.

"Is this another prank?" It's a little muffled from having food in his mouth.

[hell_in_highheels]

She smirks a little. "Noooo, my prank is over and done with." She pauses for a moment. "Bar, maybe? I did pick up the basket this morning."

"Why? What does it taste like?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He finishes chewing and swallows. The texture is all wrong for the taste.

"Oysters, I think." He pokes at another slice warily.

[hell_in_highheels]

She sputters with laughter, "What?! Oh give us a taste."

She steals a bite and pulls a face, still giggling. "Oysters! Is someone trying to give us a hint!?"

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"Obviously they don't know us very well," Richard says dryly.

He fetches his rabbit to him instead, knowing that this at least will taste like it's supposed to.

[hell_in_highheels]

She grins at him, sinking back down to one elbow on the blanket, sipping her wine and nibbling on cheese-shaped apples.

It's clear she's enjoying watching him eat.

Sighting you makes happy mate eyes heart. She knows that was broken and quite possibly unintelligible, but she hopes the sentiment was there.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He gives her an ever familiar headtilt, though there's a soft smile there, too.

"Seeing me makes your heart happy?"

He can't really correct her canine till he knows what she was trying to say.

[hell_in_highheels]

She smiles, looking down with a small nod. Something about canine makes her more prone to sappy love song lyrics. There's a flush of colour in her cheeks and she hesitates to try again.

Seeing you? Fills hunger heart.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He smiles at her encouragingly and grins when she's finished.

Seeing you, he goes slowly so she can see, fills my heart.

He thinks that's what she's going for. It's the same sentiment, at least.

[hell_in_highheels]

Yes.

Fills my soul. Sustains me.

"Yes."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He gives her a fond dubious look.

"You're not going to learn it if you don't repeat it back."

[hell_in_highheels]

Seeing you fills my heart, she echoes, focusing intently on getting it right this time.

Now, eat your breakfast.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

His eyes narrow slightly at the order, but the smile stays sincere. Anyway, he's hungry and was going to do that anyway.

He chews thoughtfully for a time.

"I've been thinking," he says after a swallow. "That little device of yours, the screen, do you think you could incorporate that into something else?"

[hell_in_highheels]

If she knew how to say 'before it gets cold' in canine, perhaps it would have seemed less like an order and more like a practical suggestion.

"I guess that would depend on what you wanted it incorporated into. I mean it's not precisely a delicate instrument, but neither will it sustain being crushed or jostled around much."

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

"That should be fine. I was thinking the HSG in the weapons room."

He pulls a piece off the rabbit and holds it out towards her mouth.

[hell_in_highheels]

"HSG?"

She parts her lips and accepts it from his fingers with a delicate bite, humming a little in contentment.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

He smiles and brings his fingers back to his mouth to lick them clean.

"Sorry, the Holtzman shield generator. It's the bum bag in there."

He's assuming 'shield generator' conveys what it is clearly enough.