open ✧ moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars

[realists]

Who: Jyn Erso & ???
Where: Around town
When: May 9-14
What: Getting her bearings, exploring, etc etc.
Warnings: Language?

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✧ ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ's ɢʀᴏᴄᴇʀʏ

There is so much food.

There is, in Jyn's opinion, too much food. Well, not the quantity, she supposes for a full town there is just enough (still maybe too much), but the sheer multitude of the selections is mind-boggling. Why are there no less than fifteen different types of cereals? There are at least five types of Cheerios alone. How is anyone supposed to decide on which cereal they want. And then they have to decide which percentage of milk they want? What is the other 98% of 2% milk!! She had thought cereal would be easy. She thought wrong.

It's not like she's picky, Jyn has subsisted off protein cubes for six months, she'll eat literally anything so whatever she chose would be perfectly acceptable but the number of choices suddenly available to her has made her indecisive. It's going to be an equally sad story when she tries to decide on a juice to buy.

Softly, "What the fuck."

✧ ɢᴏ ᴀsᴋ ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ

Look, it's not that she's stalking Cassian, it's just that, you know, she has one friend and he's it so she's kind of stalking him. In a friendly, platonic way. Nothing to see here. It doesn't hurt, anyway, that he works at a tea shop and one of Jyn's indulgent comforts happens to be tea. (She's not even actually British.) It also helps that Cassian won't let her pay for it so she doesn't feel like it's so indulgent.

Which finds Jyn curled up at a table nursing her fifth cup of something amber colored and sweet and fiddling with some of the dried bits of violet petals she plucked free of the loose leaves before she let it steep. She's slowly making her way through a paperback copy of the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe but she's unused to anything not on a datapad so sometimes she sets it on the table and it closes itself, as books do, or tips right off the edge and Jyn swears in what is probably not an Earth language.

"I'm starting to see why people burn these." Jyn, no.

✧ ʜᴜʀᴛ's ᴅᴏɴᴜᴛs

And then there is the real indulgence. Donuts. Fluffy, fried dough coated in sugar and cinnamon and glaze and stuffed with jelly or lemon and probably not all at once. Jyn doesn't take her ridiculously large order to someone to share or eat inside the shop itself.

Oh no. Jyn takes her box outside and sits on the curb and eats them right there because that is the type of person she is. Once the hunger is abated, however, she will eat the rest of them while she is walking. The donuts never seem to make it to their intended destination before Jyn is disposing of the empty box in a rubbish bin and wiping powered sugar off on her pants.

Manners, what are those? She will probably not share, unless it is a child or a dog. She'll share with dogs.

Comments

[realists]

She does not want to be known as cupcake girl but that is how she met literally how 90% of the people at the bake sale so maybe this is her lot in life.

"You were the one failing English." Somehow it doesn't sound like an insult, just a comment on a basic fact. She is the girl with the cupcakes, he is the kid with the bad grade who chose the right combination of frosting and cake and who likes gym.

"Did you stay out of detention?"

[seaweedbrain]

"I did, yeah," Percy says, just a little guiltily, but obviously not enough not to think that maybe if he had a better plan, it'd work out next time. "Didn't get out of having to take the make-up test though."

This school is so determined that Percy get a decent grade. It'd be nice if it wasn't so frustrating. Luckily he's got good, smart friends.

"All I can hope for is a pass at this point."

[realists]

"If it was anything but English, I'd offer to help..." But it's not like she was well educated. And definitely not in the American school system. If someone asked her to write a five paragraph essay she would drop out.

She wouldn't usually offer to help, but he's a cute kid and she's purposefully distracting herself from the Too Many Cereals that were trying to shatter her brain.

Anyway, it's funny because... she sounds English. So you'd think she'd be good at it.

[seaweedbrain]

"Thanks," Percy says good-naturedly, just because, yeah, that is actually really nice of her to offer. She doesn't have to, obviously, but she is, and that's pretty cool.

"In the mean time, I can definitely help you here. It's kind of my job."

So, basically. Ask him any question where it concerns the stuff they sell here and he will answer. Like a grocery guru.

[realists]

"Why are there so many?" She gestures to the Too Many Cereals in question, nose crinkling in frustration. Grocery shopping should be easy, why is it not easy? She's fought armies, she's survived on her own for five years, she's been a rebel since she was eight years old.

She's being defeated by boxes of cereal.

[seaweedbrain]

To be fair, Jyn's got a point. There really are too many cereal options.

"Uh ... marketing?" is Percy's weak response. He shrugs a shoulder, glancing towards the wall of colourful boxes, some with cheesy cartoon characters drawn over them to entice customers into buying them. Yeah. It's a lot. He had to sort most of them out this morning. He knows.

"Depends on what you're in the mood for. There's the sugary stuff and as you move along here, it's the less-tasty stuff. Stuff that's like, good for your bowels or whatever." Ew. Don't ask him any more than that because Percy would prefer not to talk about bowels right now.

[realists]

Jyn's expression scrunches up unhappily, she would also prefer Percy not talk about bowels right now. Or ever, if that is on the menu.

There's still too many options, which is the reason Cassian does the shopping to begin with, but she is a grown ass adult woman! She can do her own shopping! She will not be defeated by too many cereals.

"If you hadn't eaten well in... a while. What would you pick?" She doesn't want to say if you had eaten only protein cubes in prison for six months what would make you not throw up in your bowl, but that's basically what she is asking.

[seaweedbrain]

Oh, it's definitely on the menu. We are having a bowel-less conversation today and for all days.

"Oh - uhhhh."

Percy gives the wall of boxes a slow study.

"Honestly, you're probably gonna want something like -"

He plucks a bright yellow and gold box from the shelf. It's kind of oatmeal-y, but also kind of granola-y. And it's got honey on it. People seem to like it. It's on the scale of less attractive than something like Fruity-Pebbles or O's, but it's pretty tasty in Percy's opinion.

It is also clear of cheesy cartoon mascots.

"Here. Try this one."

[realists]

It's got honey, she likes honey. It's usually for her tea, but she doesn't think it'll suddenly turn offensive over granola and oats. Honestly, even if it were disgusting she would eat the whole thing because she is so used to being poor she would never be able to handle throwing away perfectly acceptable food just because she doesn't like the taste.

No sir.

She takes the box, studying it carefully before she drops it in her basket. "Thanks."