vision

[calescent]

Kiri's up early the next morning, restless with various low-level simmering concerns, and wanders out of her room.

Comments

[salt_of_the]

"Noooo my ideas for things are all awful," laughs Patience.

[free_flowing]

"I bet they're cute," Loel declares firmly.

[salt_of_the]

"Oh, you'd probably think it was cute if I wanted to title the book... I dunno, 'Book'. That is not a proper idea, by the way, it's a joke."

[free_flowing]

"That would be adorable. You are completely right."

[calescent]

"We should also name this second game. For that matter, they both fit the name 'Blessing Bowls' equally well..."

[free_flowing]

"Yeah, I was afraid of that," says Loel. "'Blessing Chains', for mine? I'm not gonna pretend it's genius, but it gets the point across... and the other one's more like 'Blessing Trades'. But if every single game in the book starts with 'Blessing' that's going to get old fast. I dunno."

[liakoura]

"We could title the book Blessing Bowls."

[free_flowing]

"That is a good plan."

[calescent]

Kiri scoots her chair in towards the circle - within range only of Loel, Aleko, and slightly Patience - to ruffle her twin's hair. "And the games can be Trades and Chains and so on, and people can specify if there are also card games or whatever by the same name."

[free_flowing]

"That makes sense!"

[salt_of_the]

"We need more than two games for a book but I don't want to make up another one right now, I'm hungry."

[free_flowing]

"I will make food," says Loel, getting up.

[salt_of_the]

"Yay!" says Patience, applauding.

[calescent]

"And I'll write up rule sets." Kiri gets out her current notebook.

[pyrophyte]

"Do let me know if you need to be reminded of any details."

[calescent]

"Ooh, thanks."

[salt_of_the]

"Whatcha gonna make?" Patience asks Loel.

[free_flowing]

"I dunno," he says. "Food! Anybody have a request? I promise no cilantro."

[salt_of_the]

"What's cilantro?"

[liakoura]

"Weird Thiyecine herb that tastes like soap."

[calescent]

"I'm in a seafood mood if you have any on hand," volunteers Kiri, glancing up from her writing.

[free_flowing]

"Sure thing," Loel says agreeably. Off kitchenward he goes.

[salt_of_the]

"Can I come along?" asks Patience, half getting out of her chair. "And, I dunno, I can't cook - chop things? Taste them and offer insightful comments?"

[free_flowing]

"Absolutely!"

[salt_of_the]

"Yay!" Patience skips out the door after him.