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[ Doritos. Rip doesn't know why he picked up Doritos. But the point remains that they're what he has now-- three bags of Cool Ranch Doritos-- along with two bottles of double-black whiskey. Sometimes he collects things to keep on the ship as a memorabilia of the time period, but these things are purchased for the sole purpose of consuming them, if only because he's in a bit of a mood. Regardless, the point is he would've never told Sara about it otherwise (and he would've told Mick, he supposes, because Mick shares an appetite for drinking as well, but in his defence, Rip wants to be able to have more than a single glass' worth this time).
He stands in front of Sara's quarters, paper bag in one arm and his hand lifting to knock on the metal door in three, sharp hits.
She said she'd be there. Rip takes it. ]
He stands in front of Sara's quarters, paper bag in one arm and his hand lifting to knock on the metal door in three, sharp hits.
She said she'd be there. Rip takes it. ]
Edited 2020-01-11 12:37 (UTC)
[ Booze and Doritos. Well, there were worse combinations. She thinks what Rip could really use is a friend. She gets it. They've all been there. So she was happy to oblige under the guise of drinking and eating chips. She reminds herself to bring him to a Taco Bell sometime, so he can try their Doritos tacos. She hears the knock and looks up from what she'd been doing.]
Come in.
Come in.
[ So in Rip comes, with his bad posture and his bags of goodies, and an expression that looks a mix of uncomfortable and determined. ] Hello, Sara. [ This is terrible already and he hasn't even done anything yet.
In any case, Rip holds the bag up like he's brought a trophy home. ] As promised.
I'm not interrupting anything, am I? [ A stupid question-- if he was, she wouldn't have let him in. Regardless, Rip stands there unsure of where to go and scratching at the side of his jaw. Does he sit at the edge of her bed? On the floor? Stand off to the side...? ]
In any case, Rip holds the bag up like he's brought a trophy home. ] As promised.
I'm not interrupting anything, am I? [ A stupid question-- if he was, she wouldn't have let him in. Regardless, Rip stands there unsure of where to go and scratching at the side of his jaw. Does he sit at the edge of her bed? On the floor? Stand off to the side...? ]
Nope.
[ Sara sits up, fully and looks over at him. Yep, definitely something on his mind. ]
Take a seat.
[ She grabs a couple of small glasses from the drawer inside her nightstand. ]
So what's on your mind, Rip?
[ Sara sits up, fully and looks over at him. Yep, definitely something on his mind. ]
Take a seat.
[ She grabs a couple of small glasses from the drawer inside her nightstand. ]
So what's on your mind, Rip?
Don't tell me I can't even do THAT or I'll mess up the timeline.
What are you talking about?! Jelly Belly are the best ones. All the others are vastly inferior. What would you have picked?
See, there are a few problems with you telling me this. One, I'm annoyed because you've out-logiced me, and two, now you have to take me back to the fifties so I can get some.
After the mission, then.
Fair play, Rip. Don't want to disappoint you with my snack choices.
Fair play, Rip. Don't want to disappoint you with my snack choices.
You hide your snacks from us?
... And you're sharing them? With me.
... And you're sharing them? With me.
Of course I hide my snacks from you. I wouldn't have any left if Mr. Rory caught wind of them.
You needn't miss the luxury of tasting a proper historical jellybean if it's preventable, Dr. Palmer. [ And maybe, on some other level, it's just nice to share, which Rip imagines his mother would be happy to know he's thinking at this moment. ]
You needn't miss the luxury of tasting a proper historical jellybean if it's preventable, Dr. Palmer. [ And maybe, on some other level, it's just nice to share, which Rip imagines his mother would be happy to know he's thinking at this moment. ]
Bold of you to trust me with them, then.
Now I'm going to weigh the pros and cons of jellybeans for breakfast. [ Ray doesn't often have people to share with, but he's enjoying the concept. ]
Now I'm going to weigh the pros and cons of jellybeans for breakfast. [ Ray doesn't often have people to share with, but he's enjoying the concept. ]
Nutritionally, no. Happiness level, though... I promise I won't eat them all.
Please. I would have been far less useful if you'd missed your target.
[ Ray is laughing, somewhere, carefully plucking one of each jellybean flavor out of the box. ]
That sounds strangely ominous. You really don't need to invite more trouble, no.
That sounds strangely ominous. You really don't need to invite more trouble, no.
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