first sortie.

[unbr8kable]

[Six hours previous, everything had been so much simpler. The Eta cohort had made it to live combat training, out in one of the few areas the Tenno had claimed back from the invaders. Xia had been vibrating the whole day, grinning wide as she suited up in the boring steel training mech (hers would be blue, she decided, or maybe black, with bold red stripes on the limbs) and deployed to the field, not even cracking on Wimperson, the Support (not his real name, but it may as well have been).

The Heralds didn't come up on radar until they were practically on top of the trainees. Maybe if there'd been more lead time, it would've been less of a shitshow, but who the hell knows.

The grimy details aren't important, but they aren't great. Damage to all suits, with two damaged beyond repair; the Leader froze under pressure, the Shadow couldn't keep up with the speedy Heralds. Wimperson actually came through. Johnson the Medic went down right there, in front of them.

Xia and Jacob have only just gotten out of their debriefing, another unexpected first for the day.

She and Jacob did good, Xia knows. They kept their heads, were barely hurt, they moved together well. "You'll make a good team," Corporal Kuwahara tells them before turning towards the medical ward to check on Johnson's surgery. "Go get some rest."

But no, rest is pretty much the opposite of what they need right now, Xia thinks. She turns to Jacob, giving her best attempt at a normal expression.]

Wanna get out of here?

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[crossmyheartandhope]

But if I get the pudding one, I can put chocolate koalas on it, and then it'll have pudding and chocolate.

[Sticks his tongue out.]

[unbr8kable]

Gross. [she sticks her tongue out back, then waves her free hand airily.] You and your DIY parfait. Whatever, get what you want!

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Just looking over her shoulder instead of getting his own menu.]

I'm gonna.

What are you getting? The Choco-Mega-whatsit?

[unbr8kable]

Choco-Megasplosion II. Apparently version 1 was discontinued a year ago. But I might just get a melon soda, leave the corn flakes to you.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Aw, c'mon. At least get the melon soda float. Where's your sense of ice cream adventure?

[unbr8kable]

Of course it'd be the float, why else would you drink melon soda?

...What, you think there's something more adventurous out there?

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Grabby hands for the menu. He flips through a couple of pages and points at the greyed-out cutout of a parfait with question marks all around it.]

That thing.

[unbr8kable]

...The "This Is Parfait?" ...What kind of food has a question mark in the title...and what's that in th silhouette, a test tube??

[crossmyheartandhope]

You did ask for adventurous.

[unbr8kable]

Siiiiiiiigh.

--Hey, old man! We wanna order! It's parfait time!

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Grinning like crazy the whole (very slow) time it takes for the crotchety old dude to make his way over to their end of the counter. He is so stoked that you are going for the mystery parfait.]

After you.

[unbr8kable]

[rolling her eyes like to fall out of her head to cover her grin at his grin, she's got a rep to maintain! the old man is unfazed by their antics, he hasn't been working the night shift for this many years without being able to deal with plenty of hijinx and japery in his time. when he finally moseys over, he asks for their order]

Gimme the mystery parfait. And he'll have the one with the pudding, like a nerd.

[she points to the appropriate listings on the menu as she speaks, confirms back to the old man that she DOES indeed want the "Ja jaaaan! This is PARFAIT?!," with the spice level of "hot". (she swallows but doesn't ask any questions about this last bit)]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Doesn't even poke her at the nerd comment; he is too busy being gleeful as the old guy turns to shuffle his unhurried way back into the back room.]

Haha, did you see his face when he asked if you were sure? I wonder how many of those he's sold?

[unbr8kable]

Probably three, max...

[she sounds wary about this, before shaking her head and coming back with a fierce grin]

I'll be the best at it, though! I'm not afraid of some stupid ice cream!

[crossmyheartandhope]

I can't wait to see if it matches the outline. [Tapping at the vague, grey parfait-shape in the menu.] What do you think this little hook bit is?

[unbr8kable]

Some sort of cake? A crab leg? A pirate's hand? ...What do you think the dome thing is...

[crossmyheartandhope]

Could be like... really smooth, sculpted ice cream? Or a giant truffle? Or like. Mashed potatoes.

[unbr8kable]

There's no way this place has mashed potatoes!

[actually, she doesn't sound sure of that at all]

Maybe it's nothing too crazy. Maybe it's just chocolate. Or like, an orange.

[crossmyheartandhope]

What if it's half an orange peel...

...packed with mashed potatoes.

[He is trying so hard not to laugh.]

[unbr8kable]

...

...

.........

[shoves him, a little]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Okay, so much for trying. Now he's just laughing.]

[unbr8kable]

You're terrible, you know. Pretty much the absolute worst.

[crossmyheartandhope]

Yup, that's me. Won the trophy three years running.

Worst In the History of Ever.

[unbr8kable]

You don't even deserve a trophy. That's how bad you are. Y--

[she breaks off. the door to the kitchen swings. the old man is coming]

[crossmyheartandhope]

[Immediately leaves off the reply he'd been opening his mouth to make in favor of turning to try and get a look at the mystery parfait. His pudding parfait is out in the open on the tray, but there is a mini silver-tone serving platter cover over something mysterjous beside it. He grabs at her shoulder and gives it an excited shake, like a puppy with a toy.]

Look at that, look at that.