Homey is the first word to come to mind when looking at the farmhouse's kitchen. Dark, wood-paneled wainscoting covers the walls to about waist height, dark beige wallpaper continuing to the ceiling. Twin refrigerators occupy the north wall, facing the large six-burner stove on the south. The kitchen counter runs the length of the eastern wall, broken only by the double-basin sink. Cabinets run above and below the counter and a twin-pane window is set in the wall above the sink. A small pantry is set into an alcove alongside the refrigerators, presumably holding the deep freezer as well as shelves of dry goods.
Some twelve feet above the floor, a large chandelier hangs from the ceiling, lighting the dining room and casting long shadows over the bar to the kitchen. A long table occupies the center of the dining room, three chairs setting along each side, and one on each end. On the west wall, a large window looks out on the trees alongside the western pasture. Set into the north wall is a large cabinet, its glass doors closed on shelves containing a full compliment of fine china and glassware as well as a few decorative nicknacks. On the east, a wide bar separates the dining room from the kitchen.
An opening in the southern wall allows passage to the front entryway of the house, while a sliding glass door in the kitchen opens to a clearing behind the house.
All doorways in the front part of the house lead to the front hallway, a J-shaped area with the short tail starting at the stairs, the front door hitting the bottom curve, the doorless opening to the living room halfway up the long side, and the also doorless opening to the kitchen and dining room at the very top. The hall has a simple wooden floor, and decorated with a generic print of soft-colored flowers hanging on the wall to the right of the front door, and a tall table sitting under the print which serves as a place to toss keys. A closet under the stairs serves as a place to hang coats or to toss shoes.
The doorless opening to the living room is halfway up the side of the hall's J, and the word cozy might spring to mind when looking into is, as it seems to radiate comforting vibrations. A long couch sits against the south wall beneath a large bay window curtained only by sheers that manages to obscure the view in but only filters the day's light. A variety of out-of-date magazines are strewn atop a low coffee table; more neatly presented are the plethora of books filling the small bookshelves which line the eastern wall. Three chairs sit about the room, focused inward, to allow group conversations. Large floor pillows are stacked in one corner of the room, except one, which lies carelessly in the middle of the floor, apparently left out the last time it was used.
An opening in the northern end of the hallway allows access to the kitchen and dining room at the back of the house, while carpeted stairs twist up at the other end of the hall, leading to the second floor. A door at the base of the J lets out to the front porch.
The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five. Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but the supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access to the other two levels.
The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.
Situated in the center of a large, open meadow is a clustering of six trees, a flower bed, a few benches, and a plywood wall barricade. The area where the fountain was, and presumably the new fountain will be, is currently enclosed by high plywood walls. There is a door in one of the walls, firmly locked with a stout-looking padlock. The walls enclose much of the flagstone area, now, only leaving a little around the edges of the old courtyard. Scraggly hedges line one side of the courtyard, just behind some mostly graffiti-free benches and a chain link fence. Cars on the nearby street have an excellent view of the park as do any residents of the tall buildings which line the waterfront. The park is almost constantly devoid of people as its reputation for being one of the most violent and dangerous places in the city spreads.
The murky waters of the Columbia River flow swiftly along the east side of the park. Bracketing the park to the west is First Street and the city of St. Claire. A meadow surrounds the small glade.
Cameron is leaning over the counter, sketching idly on a pad with a pencil - a faraway look on his face, and a soft smile as the pencil brushes lightly against paper.
The back door slides open, then closed again as Bernie passes through the opening. She looks a little flushed, and her jacket is unworn, hanging over her forearm. There's a bit of a clang as she drops something into the trash, an inadvertantly distracting noise made before she notices the other cub's reverie.
At the sound of the clang, Cameron starts, and flips a few pages over on the sketchpad before jamming it into his jacket pocket and turning around. "Hey Bern." he welcomes cheerfully.
"Hey, Cam," the Gnawer replies brightly, flashing him a grin. "'sup? You sketchin' 'gain?" She drops her jacket over the back of a chair at the kitchen table, and heads directly for the fridge. Cold drink. Good thing. Ah. She emerges after a moment with a pitcher of orange juice someone's made, and sets it on the table. "Lookin' cheery."
Cameron twitches slightly, and his eyes stray to his pocket. He still smiles cheerily, though, and shrugs. "Yeah. Doesn't hurt to practice. Clear your thoughts... you know." A lopsided grin. "What makes you say that, anyway?"
Bernie snags a glass from the cupboard, and plops into a chair, pouring herself some fruity goodness. "Which?" she asks. She tops off her drink and leans back in the chair, taking a sip with a pleased sigh.
Cameron shrugs causally, and pulls his hands out of his pockets to tap them on the counter. "Oh, good mood." He smiles. "I'm really a cheerful guy, most of the time." he says, in the face of evidence.
Bernie sips her orange juice and regards the Fianna cub appraisingly for a few moments, silently. "...you're glowing," she remarks lightly, with a bit of a grin. Is there a hint of teasing there?
Cameron shrugs again, and steps over to the fridge to grab a Coke. He flips it in the air once or twice as he closes the door, then cracks it open. "Am not." he replies with a wry smile. Though there is a little colour in his cheeks.
In the front rooms, Alicia steps in from the porch, closing the front door behind her.
Benefit of the doubt; Bernie examines him closely over the rim of her glass before breaking into a grin again. "Oh, you =so= are," she insists, taking another swallow of the orange juice.
Cameron looks like he lost control of his face for a little while before eventually just blushing and tilting back the can. He slouches casually against the fridge, and mutters, "Ahh, shut up." Embarassed. The Fianna cub looks up suddenly, remembering something. "Oh, I been meaning to ask ya something, too."
In the front rooms, The sound of the door opens and closes, with a mild thump from the living room.
Bernie grins, amused, and nods at the other cub. "Yeah? A'ight, shoot. 's on yer, for lacka a better term, mind?" she teases him goodnaturedly. The thump grabs her attention then, though, and she leans to peer through the arch into the other room.
Cameron clams up as he, too, peers into the living room. "Uh, actually, it's more of a favour." he says quickly, not wanting to say more for the moment.
In the front rooms, Alicia glances up slightly at the voices, then takes a deep breath. Peering into the kitchen, she gazes over towards the two cubs, then lifts up one hand to slightly wiggle her fingers in their direction. Biting her lip, she remains silent.
Cameron's smile fades, and it doesn't take long for the blush to disappear, either. He gives Alicia a brief nod. And... after some consideration, waves.
Bernie's grin, too, lessens a tad, though she doesn't seem actually unhappy to see the Gaian -- just a little wary. She waves back, and breaks the silence, "Hey, 'lish. Got some good orange juice, 'f y' want some."
In the front rooms, Alicia folds her hands together, placing the bridge of fingers across her lips in thought. After a deep breath, she gains her composure some. "Um... No thank you.." She says softly. "I only stopped by for a quick apology. I did a lot of thinking last night, and I was..really out of line, with both of you." Taking in a deep breath, her shoulders slump. "And, you were right, Bernie.."
In a fairly sudden turnaround typical of the boy, Cameron begins to look guilty. He puts his Coke can down on the counter, and stalks into the living room, biting his lip.
Bernie sets down her orange juice, and follows -- though she began to go at about thesame time as the Fianna, she was sitting, and ends up behind. "Forgiven, 'course," she says as she rises, as if there were no question, but adds curiously, "..which was I right 'bout? I gotta make a note, happens so rarely..." She smiles.
In the front rooms, Alicia shifts a bit uncomfortably as she looks towards Cameron, then back to Bernie. Sucking in a breath between her teeth, she clears her throat. "About...stuff..."
You pass through the open doorway to reach the front part of the house.
Cameron chews his lip, and murmurs, "Yeah." as Bernie says, 'Forgiven'. When Bernie's done, he nods at Alicia. "I, uh... I'm sorry, too. I.. came down... heavy. When... Yeah. Just sorry." He shrugs, and stuffs his hands in his pockets.
Bernie nods, not being abysmally slow on the uptake today. "A'ight," she replies, and finishes approaching her friend, giving the girl a hug. "An'... you're not gonna run off on us anymore, yeah?"
Alicia wraps her arms around Bernie and hugs onto her tightly, burying her face into the girls shoulder. She doesn't comment to either of the two cubs, just stays silent.
Uncomfortable, Cameron just clears his throat. "Right. Good. Glad that's... all good." He turns and heads back for the kitchen to grab his Coke.
Bernie strokes the Gaian's hair a bit, in what's at least intended to be a reassuring manner. "Y'a'ight?" she asks, softly.
Alicia lets out a deep breath, then raises up her head a bit. She glances into her friend's eyes, then runs a hand back through her tangled hair. "Yah...I think so.. I hope so."
In the back of the house, Cameron stalks into the kitchen and puts his half-full can in the bin, then fills the kettle.
"A'ight," Bernie says, with a bit of a nod. "Y'wanna talk, let me know an' all, yeah? So. There's still orange juice. Think someone made it outta actual oranges, too. Sure y'don' wan' any?"
"Um... I guess a glass would be ok.." The girl says softly, possibly for the first time, giving in to an offering of food or drink.
In the back of the house, Cameron leans against the counter and folds his arms, quietly waiting for the kettle to boil.
Bernie smiles, slowly, and nods again. "Good," she replies, pleased, and releases the coggie, taking her hand instead and drawing her kitchenward. "You sit, I'll getcha a glass."
Cameron sends Bernie a sideways look as she enters and just shrugs - going back to watching the kettle boil.
Alicia follows Bernie inside and slips down at the table, slumping in the chair.
Bernie gets another glass down, as promised, and sets it in front of Alicia, pouring her some of the orange juice before refilling her own glass and dropping into her previous seat. She eyes both the other cubs, taking in their silence. "Shhh. Be vewy, vewy qwiet. I'm huntin' wabbits," she remarks.
A corner of Cameron's mouth jerks upwards and he eyes her sidways with a slightly amused look. "Hush, you."
Alicia glances over to Bernie, then shifts her eyes a bit. Clearing her throat, she says in a soft whisper. "I'll get the carrots, an we'll bait 'em out into the open.." Then, followed by a wise nod. "And careful for the one with the long ears, he always seems to get away."
Cameron smiles softly and just 'Hmmms' thoughtfully. The kettle boils, and he pulls away from the counter to go make some coffee.
Bernie grins, and takes a drink of her juice. "Bunny p'refers choc'late, really," she comments almost absently, and stretches a bit. Flexing the fingers of one hand, she examines it idly. "So, whatcha been up to, anyhow?" The question is directed to either or both of the other cubs, evidentally.
"Well... you know, usual." Comes the Galliard's reply. "Just hanging out at the compound, doing some heavy duty thinking about life. That sort of stuff."
Cameron's reply is short, but warm. "Chores. Contemplating the meaning of life. The usual." He turns to smile as he pours the water into his mug and begins stirring.
"Forty-two," the Ragabash remarks, "...no, wait, tha's jus' th' =answer=, not th' =meanin'=. Damn. Foiled again." She suddenly quotes -- or at least the tone of her voice implies a quote -- "...he'd been foiled so many times, he flet like a bar of choc'late. Very =bitter= choc'late..." She grins again and drinks before adding, voice casual again, "...thinkin's good. Not 'nough people inna world who got that hobby."
Alicia smiles and picks up the glass of juice, taking a quick sip from it. "MMm.... Yah.." She glances over to Cameron slightly for a moment, then goes back to peering into the orange liquid.
The coffee brewed, Cameron takes a sip and burns himself. Fine. He moves over to the fridge, pulls out the milk and adds a little before trying again. Better. He looks up at Bernie, and then flicks his eyes over to Alicia briefly before just shrugging and drinking the coffee.
Bernie arches a brow, glancing between the again quiet pair, and laughs, shaking her head. "Y'know, y'all keep bein' this quiet, I'm gonna lock y'up t'gether somewhere an' not letcha out 'til I hear some proper chattin'."
Alicia clears her throat heavily and takes another HUGE gulp of the juice now, closing her eyes.
Cameron shrugs and continues to sip. "Right. Well. I still had that favour to ask, Bern." He continues to look sideways at Alicia. Measuringly.
Bernie smirks at Alicia, teasing, "Don' worry, I'd handcuff th' botha ya first, for safety an' all. I might be able t' fix those furry ones I got off Chia..." She grins evilly for a moment, and finishes off her juice. A nod to Cameron, and, "Right! So, what c'n I do ya for, an' all 'at?" She's still in a pretty good mood, even if the residual tension's forcing her to put actual effort into it.
Cameron sips his coffee, then puts it on the counter so he can reach into his jeans pockets. He pulls out a crumpled twenty dollar note, and hands it to Bernie. "I'm stuck here, right, and I was just wondering if you could..." He clears his throat, glances nervously at Alicia, then continues. "Maybe uh... order some flowers to be delivered for me?" Colour rises in his cheeks suddenly, and he pulls out another piece of paper, neatly folded. "Address. Message for the card." he grunts.
Alicia continues to sip at her drink, staying silent - pretending to not hear the two.
To her credit, the Ragabash allows the opportunity to give either or both the other cubs a hard time to pass right by. "Sure, a'ight," she replies calmly, accepting the bill and note, and slipping both into her jeans pocket, unexamined. "Do that t'marra mornin', they'll be closed already now."
Cameron nods gratefully, and clears his throat again before retreating to behind the coffee mug. Slurp. Ow hot. Slurp.
Alicia sips once more at the cup of juice, then swallows heavily. Upon finishing it, she slips out of the chair and heads to the sink, depositing it. She doesn't remark about the 'flowers' being sent off, if she did have any thought on it, its tucked away.
Bernie watches Alicia thoughtfully, standing and setting her glass in the sink as well. "So," she asks the Gaian after a moment, "...y'got a minute t' chat, real quick?" It's the kind of casual tone that somehow nonetheless implies a lack of negotiability. "Or otherwise, t'marra afternoon, at least?"
Cameron chews the inside of his cheek and watches Alicia carefully.
Alicia glances over to Bernie and leans comfortably back against the sink. "Um.. Now is fine, I guess, if you want."
Bernie nods once, acknowledging that. "A'ight. Y'wanna chat in th' barn, or upstairs, or what?" She picks up her jacket from the chair it was hanging on, and slips it on.
Cameron sips his coffee and gives a little wave to Bernie and Alicia. "Enjoy the rest of the day, eh?"
Alicia ums to herself. "Barn is fine.. Really." She says, then waves to Cameron, putting on a quick smile, then slips out the door.
Bernie picks up her backpack, and pauses before exiting. "Hey, Cam," she asks, softly, so as not to be heard outside, "...any particular kina flowers, or colour? Roses, carnations, daff'dils, whatever?"
Cameron blinks, surprised. "Uhm. Nice ones? Uh..." he pauses, thinking. "Something blue. Or Violet. Yeah. Blues and purples, with some greenery and maybe some little white flowers in there." He beams. "Thanks Bern."
Bernie grins at Cam. "Blue 'n' purple, check. An' no prob. I hope it all works out nice for ya, y'know? ...g'night, Cam." With that, she follows Alicia outside.
Alicia heads inside the barn and slips onto a haybale, glancing over to the Gnawer expectantly.
Bernie follows, a few moments behind, and hops up onto another stack of bales, regarding the other girl a moment. "A'ight," she begins, without preamble, "first thing, so which was I right 'bout?"
She takes a deep breath, then finally lets it out. "I was jealous."
Bernie ahhhs softly, and nods. "'m sorry," she comments simply, and pushes a stray hair back behind her ear. "...so, anyway.... here's th' thing. 'cause y' didn' answer earlier. You over th' runnin' away thing?" She tries to ask it nicely, though the phrasing could, admittedly, use some work.
Alicia nods her head slowly as she bites on her lip. "I'm sorry 'bout that.. Its just..been hard, living by myself out there on the compound, when I was so used to..being with you."
Bernie nods a little, slowly. "Yeah... I miss ya, like, lots, 's onea th' main reasons I keep makin' th' walk over here, y'know? 's not 'zactly =close= t' where I mostly gotta do things, y'know? But thing is... look, when we Rite, I wanna pack with ya, y'know? An' y'can't run off an' hide a while every time somethin' gets fucked up, if we're gonna do that. Y'know? It worries me an' all. I mean, =thinkin'=, thinkin's good, but alla this..." She shakes her head slightly."...I dunno, I', not bein' properly eloquent, sorry..."
"I know.. I'm sorry." Comes Alicia's voice, wavering for a moment. "Just, not used to this pack stuff yet. My heart is in it, but my mind, its still out there on the streets, trying to survive on her own. I'm working on it, I am. I got the basics out of the way, its just the hard stuff thats.... so hard now." Wringing her hands together, she takes a deep breath. "I'm not used to.. being a girl.. gabbing all my problems to a best friend. When I do, it just feels weird, but I'm trying, because I need a best friend, I never had...real friends before, 'cept Nevada ya'know?"
"Well," Bernie replies, tilting her head a bit. "...yeah. Me neither; I mean, I had some, y'know, roleplayin' friends, an' sorta casual friends at school an' all, but I never had anyone I was tot'ly close to 'cept maybe Bobert, an' even then, 's diff'rent, y'know? So, yeah. I know 's hard an' all. An' it's freakin' =bizarre= tellin' anyone problems an' shit. But, y'know. 's what we're for, right?"
Alicia nods her head slowly, then reaches out, hugging the Gnawer to her. "Yah, its what we are here for, definitly. Sorry for acting like a real bitch the past few days. I'm over the Cameron issue, long as he's happy with Summer ya'know, not pawing at me, I can... just let it go."
Bernie hugs Alicia back tightly. "Good. An' talk t' me an' shit, yeah? Nonea this bottlin' an' runnin'." She sighs a little, pausing. "You're gonna hafta talk t' Matt, still, though, y'know," she says, then, rather reluctantly.
Alicia wrinkles her nose a bit. "Why? I mean.. I just don't feel real comfortable in telling him about this kinda stuff." She shrugs her shoulders. "I don't really feel close to him, I dunno, its a guy thing, ya'know.." She trails off a bit. "I'll apologize for snapp'n an all, but I don't want to hear a lecture."
Bernie shakes her head, with a slight smile, "I di'n' mean t' tell him, y'know =alla= that stuff. Jus', man, he was pissed. An' ain't no way I'm gonna guarantee a lack of lecture, either. But on th' other hand, y'wouldn' let him do his job b'fore, so maybe you'll just hafta take th' lecture parta it as a good faith sorta thing. Won't kill ya." She shrugs slightly, and nibbles on her bottom lip a little. "...anyway."
Alicia lets out a worried sigh and nods. "Anyways... Tell him I said I was sorry ok? I guess I'll be turning into bed now. Its getting late."
"Neat trick," the Gnawer replies, with a quick grin, "can y' turn inta an ottoman too?" She hugs Alicia again, closely. "A'ight. I oughta get back t' town, anyhow. I'll tell 'im, an' you sleep well, yeah? I'll see ya like, t'marra, prolly, or 'least day after." A slight pause, as she remembers, "...Matt's s'posta Rite, Wednesday..."
Alicia blinks her eyes a bit. "Oh.. tell him I said good luck then, in case..we don't get the chance to meet up before then. I know he'll pass. After all this, he should just by default."
Bernie hehs, and nods. "Yeah, by this time..." she agrees, though there's still a tiny edge of worry showing through. "I'll tell 'im both." She releases the other cub, and hops down from the bales, onto her feet.
Alicia nods and waves a hand to her, then leans back. "Good night sister.."
Bernie pauses at the door, and smiles. "G'night, sis," she replies, and heads out into the night.
[Harbor Park Fountain]
Matt sits on the bench here, with, of all things, a book. A cigarette dangles out of the corner of his mouth, and the empty beer bottle next to him holds a couple of butts already.
Bernie wanders into view from the meadow, checking on her park. Or 'the' park, if you asked most people, one supposes. She only has a Wal-Mart bag for trash-collection today, and isn't carrying the stick, so she has to crouch to pick up the various detritus with her gloved hand. She straightens from picking up a beer can and notes the shape on the bench, moving closer for a positive identification. Once gotten, she grins broadly, and pads quietly toward him, though carrying a plastic bag never helps one stalk.
A closer look reveals the book to be _Meditations_ by Marcus Aurelius. Matt has a little book light clipped to the cover, illuminating (in a non-medieval monk way) the pages. Smoke wafts from his mouth when he exhales, twisting around his head as it rises into the night.
Bernie stops in her tracks, still quite a distance away, and just takes in the tableau for a few moments, watching the play of the light and smoke. Then, very carefully, she sets the bag and glove down, and walks quietly around to come slowly up behind him.
Matt is basically engrossed, occasionally turning the page and tucking it under the clip of the book light. His cigarette, down to the miniscule filter, is dropped neatly into the bottle, and another is retrieved from the pack in his jacket. He lights it and continues to read. One might think he considered himself alone in the park.
Reaching the back of the bench, the Ragabash smiles slightly, and moves in for the kill. It could be a worse kill, however; she merely leans in and wraps her arms about his neck from behind, simultaneously planting a kiss at the turn of his jaw, just below his ear. "Boo," she says quietly and calmly as always, and releases him, grinning. "You tryin' t' steal my schtick?"
Matt almost swallows his cigarette, jerking up, but not out of her embrace. He is kissed as he is turning his head to see who the fuck...? "Dog's bollocks, Books. Buy some fookin' corduroys or somefin'. Oi'm gonna have a fookin' coronary one o' these days." At her comment he looks at the book. "This? Joost bonin' up for Wednesday."
Bernie laughs, and moves around the edge of the bench to slide in beside Matt, ducking under his arm and leaning in to look at the book. "Yeah? Whatcha got? An' y'know I'd still give ya CPR..."
Matt raises an eyebrow. Then his eyes bulge, he makes choking noises, and collapses, draped on the bench with a gurgling sigh.
Bernie giggles, apparently unconvinced by the performance. "Oh dear...." she remarks, and turns, leaning well across him. So many tempting options... she runs a hand lightly across his forehead, tilting his head back a bit, and tips her head, listening at his mouth for breath. She forgoes a couple of the steps, going directly to mouth-to-mouth. Usually, tongue isn't involved in that, though. After the proper five seconds or so, she pulls away to check for signs of recovery.
Matt thoroughly enjoys the 'resuscitation', but drops back limp (and holding his breath) when she breaks to check for life signs. The truly observant might catch his left hand flick the ash off his cigarette in an all-too-conscious manner, however.
Bernie hmms, and turns a bit further, moving one leg across him so that a knee rests on either side of the victim on the bench, and checks for a pulse. That seems working. She skips the chest-pushes and goes back to the more fun part, instead. Good thing the park's so unpopulated just now.
Matt again responds in kind, glancing through a slitted eye to see if Bernie's looking. The girl sitting on his pelvis might even notice another sign of life, all things considered. In fact, thinking about that makes it very hard to stay in character: in mid-kiss Matt begins to snigger, which turns into full-on giggling when the kiss is broken. He wraps his arms around her waist, holding her in his lap, breathing "My hero."
Bernie giggles as well, arms sliding back about his neck -- but from the front this time! -- and she grins down at him. "Halleluiah! See? I wouldn't letcha die..." Dipping her head down a tad, she bumps the tip of his nose with her own.
Matt gives her an eskimo kiss, rubbing noses. "Oi knew ye wouldn't Books." He takes a quick pull from the cigarette, blowing smoke from the corner of his mouth, so it doesn't rise into Bernie's face. "If Brian lets me take one life savin' device, Oi'm puttin' you in me rucksack." He gives her another quick kiss, tasting like strong tobacco, and a hint of beer.
Bernie laughs as she pulls away. "I dunno, d'ya think I'd fit? I shoulda studied yoga..." One hand moves up, fingertips slipping through the gelled spikes, as she regards him fondly. Another fleeting kiss stolen in return, and she pulls herself back across to sit close beside him.
Matt is sorry to see her go, but smiles. He checks his watch, frowns at the time and flips the book light off, still clipped to his page. "Oi. Past me bedtime, Books. You comin' ta the Decadence t'night? Oi'll pull a Leo Sayer on the corn tomorra, so Oi need ta sleep."
"'course," Bernie replies, giving him a sideways smile. "You still gotta tell me 'bout this booka yours," she reaches over and taps the volume gently, "and I gotta tell y'few things too. An' even if I di'n'..." She leans into his side a moment, and then stands, moving back to where she abandoned her maintainence paraphernalia.
"Whot?" Matt asks, standing as well. The Lambretta isn't far away, waiting sleekly to whisk the pair home. "or should it wait for a bit more...intimacy?"
Bernie tosses the trashbag into a nearby can, ensconces the glove in its ziploc baggie, then her backpack, and studies the Fianna, with a slight smile. "...it c'n wait a li'l," she decides as she approaches him and the scooter. Not that it's so private, but she doesn't want to risk ruining the current mood just yet.
Matt nods, then drives them home in relative silence. Once there, while Bernie is getting dressed for bed, she walks back into the living room to find him fast asleep on the couch, one boot off and the other unlaced.
Bernie laughs softly, removes the other boot, and turns him to lie on the couch more comfortably. That done, she heads back to the bedroom, and emerges with a blanket and pillow, which she sets over and under him, respectively, before squeezing herself in beside him (well, half on top of, given the space) and gradually drifting off as well.