Clam bake conversations
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Artie and Hope have a chat during the clam bake.
Artie sat on a cabana lounge at the edge of the flurry of activity around the clam bake, slowly sipping a beer. People had piled things in the pit, adding more seaweed than seemed reasonable and a ridiculous amount of food and it was now streaming away.
He glanced over at Hope and gestured expansively at the production. "What do you think about this?“
Sipping from her wine, Hope had to grin. "That it's going to be far too long before this is finished. I love seafood, especially lobster. How about you? Do you love seafood or are you going to be going for the corn and potatoes?"
"Have you seen what's inside a clam?"
"I have... just like I did with an oyster, mussel or somewhat more exotic kinds. I take it you are not a fan though and will be going for the corn and the potatoes." Hope concluded as she leaned over to pull a wine bottle from a larger cooler.
Artie held out one hand, the image of a walking clam on it, text over top saying "apparently that's a 'pseudopod', which is scientist for nightmare tongue, I guess."
Refilling her glass, Hope returned the bottle for the cooler and handed Artie another beer. "They do taste awfully good for a nightmare tongue though. You should just try them... or if you do not want to dare it, go for the lobster?"
Artie laughed. "Lobster," he agreed. "You can just eat the meat and don't have to deal with all the damn legs and things." He gestured out at the beach, the sand, the waves and the others scattered along the shore. "I don't want to jinx it but this is really nice, you know? Nothing terrible has happened. When was the last time that happened?"
"Then you are missing one of the best bits of the lobster. If you suck out the legs... delicious." Hope countered. "But yes, it is almost strange, things being so quiet. It would be nice if it could stay this way for a while... or at least while we are here." Back home waited the increasingly crazy pace of the election campaign really taking off on Labor Day.
"I'm certain I'm not." Artie shrugged and looked over at the fire. "It's nice, though. Beats all the usual crap we have to deal with."
"I have to admit... a part of me keeps waiting for something to blow up or for some crazy gang of mutant or Friends of Humanity to invade." Hope admitted with a wry smile. "And I am quite sure I am not the only one. Look..." She nodded at a few people on the other side of the fire. "They keep scanning our surroundings."
Artie just stared at her, eyebrow raised. "I mean, duh. They're not stupid people, Hope."
Hope in return rolled her eyes at him. "I was merely observing that it is a sad fact that this is so much a part of the condition humane for those who live at Xavier's... though of course there are many other groups out there for whom it's the same and they lack the defensive capabilities that we have. Still, that does not mean that it is not regrettable." Almost automatically she shifted to her more formal register.
Artie gave a mostly internal eye roll at the ridiculous, affected formality and shrugged, gesturing expansively." "Sucks to be them, I guess." The projected text dripped sarcasm.
She rolled her eyes at him and shot back: "Thank you very much for stating the obvious, mister."
He smirked in reply.
Artie and Hope have a chat during the clam bake.
Artie sat on a cabana lounge at the edge of the flurry of activity around the clam bake, slowly sipping a beer. People had piled things in the pit, adding more seaweed than seemed reasonable and a ridiculous amount of food and it was now streaming away.
He glanced over at Hope and gestured expansively at the production. "What do you think about this?“
Sipping from her wine, Hope had to grin. "That it's going to be far too long before this is finished. I love seafood, especially lobster. How about you? Do you love seafood or are you going to be going for the corn and potatoes?"
"Have you seen what's inside a clam?"
"I have... just like I did with an oyster, mussel or somewhat more exotic kinds. I take it you are not a fan though and will be going for the corn and the potatoes." Hope concluded as she leaned over to pull a wine bottle from a larger cooler.
Artie held out one hand, the image of a walking clam on it, text over top saying "apparently that's a 'pseudopod', which is scientist for nightmare tongue, I guess."
Refilling her glass, Hope returned the bottle for the cooler and handed Artie another beer. "They do taste awfully good for a nightmare tongue though. You should just try them... or if you do not want to dare it, go for the lobster?"
Artie laughed. "Lobster," he agreed. "You can just eat the meat and don't have to deal with all the damn legs and things." He gestured out at the beach, the sand, the waves and the others scattered along the shore. "I don't want to jinx it but this is really nice, you know? Nothing terrible has happened. When was the last time that happened?"
"Then you are missing one of the best bits of the lobster. If you suck out the legs... delicious." Hope countered. "But yes, it is almost strange, things being so quiet. It would be nice if it could stay this way for a while... or at least while we are here." Back home waited the increasingly crazy pace of the election campaign really taking off on Labor Day.
"I'm certain I'm not." Artie shrugged and looked over at the fire. "It's nice, though. Beats all the usual crap we have to deal with."
"I have to admit... a part of me keeps waiting for something to blow up or for some crazy gang of mutant or Friends of Humanity to invade." Hope admitted with a wry smile. "And I am quite sure I am not the only one. Look..." She nodded at a few people on the other side of the fire. "They keep scanning our surroundings."
Artie just stared at her, eyebrow raised. "I mean, duh. They're not stupid people, Hope."
Hope in return rolled her eyes at him. "I was merely observing that it is a sad fact that this is so much a part of the condition humane for those who live at Xavier's... though of course there are many other groups out there for whom it's the same and they lack the defensive capabilities that we have. Still, that does not mean that it is not regrettable." Almost automatically she shifted to her more formal register.
Artie gave a mostly internal eye roll at the ridiculous, affected formality and shrugged, gesturing expansively." "Sucks to be them, I guess." The projected text dripped sarcasm.
She rolled her eyes at him and shot back: "Thank you very much for stating the obvious, mister."
He smirked in reply.
