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[color=white][center][b]Lunar Veil | Jat’s Bunk[/b][/center][/color]
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[color=silver][center][i]Serena wants a pet, any pet. Vas offers a chicken.[/i][/center][/color]
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OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen]
 
“Hey Onii?” Serena asked from her bunk as her brother readied their gear. 

“Hmmhmm?” Vas said checking his knives over before putting them back, putting some to the side for sharpening.

“What masks are we checking for?” She asked, leaning her head over the side of the bed. 

“Rebreathers. It’s a mine, we don’t know if they got it rigged or something. Plus there also sorts of gas pockets you gotta worry about or worse, some bendan (idiot) turning off the air pump while were doing our thing … you would be surprises how quick carbon dioxide can build up.” Vas explained. “Better safe than dead right.”

“Definitely better. I thought he meant masks like at the temple,” she explained. “I was wondering what they’d be doing in an old mine on Silverhold.” 

“Naw, temple masks are for temple work.” Vas reminded.”Who knows, mining silver? No real use in wondering. Less you think it’s relevant to the mission at hand or you're bored.” He chuckled.

“No. Well, maybe. I dunno. Just wondering why they were rioting over. I hope it’s pink diamonds.” 

“Pink diamonds are pretty but I think it’s a silver mine. Not that it matters but mining from what I hear is dangerous work. Real dangerous, you can do everything right and the mine can still kill worse sometimes you roll unlucky and never live to your golden year's cuz of whatever sickness you might get from a lifetime underground and bad air. I mean … the poor mules …” Vas tsked shaking his head.

“And canaries,” Serena added. “Onni? If we find a canary in the mine can I keep it?” 

“Do you know how to take care of birds?” Vas asked raising an eyebrow.

“What’s to know? You give it food and water and it flies around and sings pretty songs.” 

“Lots, birds aren’t like cats or dogs or bunnies. I never own one but they have different needs. You should read up about it, you might find it's not for you. Besides you see a canary in a mine, it’s best to leave it where it is.” Vas said casually continuing the checks.

Serena let her head hang further, her arms following in defeat. Onii was [i]always[/i] suggesting she [i] read[/i] about something. “Then can I have a cat or dog or bunny since they're easier?” She asked, perking up. 

“That's relative and you know it … why are you even asking me. You know this ain’t my ship to be okaying that kind of thing. Where you gonna get food or let it go to the bathroom plus ship ain’t all that big so everyone is going to have to be dealing with a critter running around.” Vas pointed out. “How about next time we're at the Temple we see about getting you a chicken?”

“On account of it won’t be [i]my[/i] chicken,” she lamented. “If we had a cat, we wouldn’t have to worry ‘bout ship mice.” 

“It would be your chicken, just one we can leave at the Temple. We can see if they got pretty one with fancy feathers and it can lay eggs for you.” Vas said cheerfully. “Besides cat’s like to wander about, what if it wandered into Jago's room?” He asked throwing the Captain under the kitty bus.

“Then there would be no mice in his cabin?” She tried. 

“There ain’t no mice in his cabin right now.” Vas joked. “They all know better.” He chuckled. “Learn from the mice, Serena.”

Serena slumped her head again in defeat. “Can I at least name the chicken?” She mumbled. 

“It wouldn’t be your chicken if you couldn’t now would it.” Vas said as if it were obvious.
“I’m gonna name it Tim,” she decided, stifling a yawn as she settled back onto her bunk. 

“Why Tim? Chickens aren't that annoying.” Vas asked scrunching his nose.

“I know,” she giggled. “It’s on account of it’ll annoy Tim.” 

“Yea but why punish the chicken?” Vas laughed.

Serena giggled and rolled over to her side. “G’night, Onii,” she said, still giggling. “G’night Chicken Tim.” 

“Tomorrow you're sharpening knives!” Vas added neatening his workspace.

Serena let her head drop back on the pillow, suppressing a grumble. “All right Onii. At least it beats [i]reading[/i], “ she said with disdain. 

“We're still doing that tomorrow too.” Vas said under his breath, half hoping this would be the one time she would selectively not hear him.

Serena groaned loudly and covered her head with the pillow.
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