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[vecna]

[He takes them back, scrutinizing, after placing the board down.]

And yet you’re fine with me flinging you into the ocean a second time for fun.

[velluminous]

I said it could be fun, not that I wished to do it. I hate fun.

[vecna]

Now I know you're joking.

[Blithely. But Henry returns to his impromptu changing station, AKA obscuring himself behind more shelving.]

[velluminous]

I am being very serious now.

[ she raises her voice as he walks away from her ]

[vecna]

[The rustling of clothing. GOODBYE STUPID SWIM TRUNKS

Deadpan, yet still light-toned:]

You hate fun.

[velluminous]

[ ...sits a little bit straighter as she responds in kind: ] Cannot stand it.

[vecna]

Aren't you an academic because you enjoy learning?

[velluminous]

[ keepin it up ] What does this have to do with fun?

[vecna]

Because people pursue things they enjoy or derive some pleasure from. Fun, usually.

[velluminous]

[ after a few beats, she scoffs. just gently, under her breath ]

Yes, of course I enjoy learning. But I would not say I am fun-loving.

[vecna]

And I don't think you would have suggested it if you weren't intrigued by the idea.

[Of being thrown into the ocean again on a bright and sunny day. Who's he to judge?

Anyway, pants back on, shoes still squelchy, but he'll have to make do. It's an overall improvement.]

[velluminous]

"Can Henry Creel innocently enjoy himself...?"

[ she ought to get dressed again, herself. again, she makes Mage Hand do the work, this time to pluck her discarded clothes from the floor and drift them over to her ]

[vecna]

[From here, he can catch sight of that spectral hand drifting here and there, if not always fully.]

“Innocently?” What’s that supposed to mean?

[velluminous]

[ she dresses quickly. cold... ]

Childlike wonder.

[vecna]

[girl] Yes, you’re very funny.

[velluminous]

Yes. Thank you.

[vecna]

[Honestly, this woman—]

I mean you don’t think I can have innocent fun?

[velluminous]

[ peeks around the display, at last ]

More data is required before I can say.

[ peace offering? ]

[vecna]

[It is debatable whether or not Henry actually knows the meaning of innocent fun anymore, but that does not seem to affect the confidence in which he replies—]

All right. Then I guess I have something to prove. When the beach is warm and sunny again, we can reconvene and find something enjoyable to do. I promise I won’t make you surf.

[velluminous]

... sandcastles are acceptable.

[vecna]

[Sandcastles, of all things. What are they, children?]

With a little red pail and everything. Why not?

[velluminous]

You are not eager? Other option is lay in sun and consume cold fruity drinks.

[vecna]

I never said that. I’ll make a sandcastle with you.

[i gUESS]

I’ve never spent much quality time at the beach, so anything you suggest would be novel.

[velluminous]

It is nice. Warm sand feels good on my hands.

[ gazing down at them as she says that, barely above a murmur. the Lovers card healed her oripathy without a trace, but she swears sometimes, impossibly, it still aches ]

[vecna]

How often can we expect the weather to change here?

[Maybe she’ll have her warm sand sooner rather than later.]