Near The Grandvalira Pass, Pas de la Casa, Andorra, Friday Morning

[myownface]

It was Christmas morning. Which, for a lot of people, probably really meant something. To Sparkle, it had tried to mean something for years and years on end, but he'd gotten so used to not letting himself care for ages and ages that, maybe aside from giving Atton a gift and making some bullshit excuse for it even existing, Sparkle was going to try to pretend that it was already Boxing Day. At least that way, he'd be able to take advantage of the strong American dollar against the Canadian and save craploads of money buying nice shit on sale.

Either way, he had coffee and a great view of skiers falling on their asses out there, so it wasn't a bad start to a Christmas morning. And there was enough there for seconds, or for Atton to have some if he was feeling generous. It was Christmas, he probably should get generous.

[OOC: For that guy, or copious slowplay if anyone wants to call!]

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[suitably_heroic]

"Maybe next time something with big teeth will burst into the apartment while you're making steak," Atton said, shrugging. "More weapons is always good."

Not that there was a blaster carbine in the closet and two lightsabers in the nightstand, or anything.

[myownface]

Of course not! That would just be silly!

Or, at the very least, paranoid.

"If something with big teeth bursts into the apartment, I'm throwing the steak at it first, and then running like hell," Sparkle snorted. "If it's strong enough to bust in, there's no fucking way I'm getting close enough to hit it with a hammer."

Training or no, that seemed like a stupid plan.

[suitably_heroic]

"Nah, you've just got to go for the right spots," Atton said.

He waved that off, in fact. Physically, even. "You could do some real damage to a monster eyeball with that thing. Or the solar plexus, if it's got one."

[myownface]

"Yeah?"

Sparkle gave the mallet another little heft, looking it over thoughtfully.

"Well, you might have to show me, then. I don't have a hell of a lot of experience hitting monsters with kitchen tools."

[suitably_heroic]

"We'll get around to it when we get back," Atton promised. "We did kinda let your combat training languish for a while there."

He was a practical man. Teaching Sparkle to kill with cooking utensils just seemed sensible.

[myownface]

Considering the fact that he seemed to have one hell of an arsenal all figured out back at the apartment already, and now it was growing...

"I'm going to have to start picking out recipes for dinner based on how lethal the stuff I'm going to need to make them with is, aren't I?"

He could ask Hannibal for suggestions consider it a challenge!

[suitably_heroic]

Atton tilted his head. "Eh, if you want," he said, "But hey, it might be good practice."

He idly pushed the last package forward.

[myownface]

"Can't hurt," Sparkle decided. "Especially being back on the island again."

Sparkle reached for the last package, tilting his head at it curiously as he picked it up and turned it around in his hands a few times before opening it.

And then he tilted his head at it again.

"Is it, like, a tablet?"

It had a screen! And it wasn't like Sparkle really had much experience with tablets or datapads.

[suitably_heroic]

"Datapad," Atton said, shrugging - and maybe rubbing the back of his neck some, shut up. "I put a bunch of stuff on there. Nerf recipes, a Guide to Coruscant, the addresses of some good restaurants on Coruscant, some course material on Aurebesh... oh, and there's some Learn Twi'lekki and the 50 Most Common Huttese curses stuff on there. Just to help you translate Cade-to-regular-people." Beat. "It also hooks up to the internet in case you just want to chuck all of that and replace it with porn."

Which he wouldn't even be able to blame Sparkle for.

[myownface]

Aww, Atton. There you went being all thoughtful again.

"That's all pretty awesome," Sparkle replied, looking down at the datapad and poking at it a little. Oooooo. Shiny. "We'll have to give the nerf recipes a try next time I have access to all the ingredients."

And he was going to be up late tonight, studying Aurebesh, because that seemed quieter than trying to learn how to speak Twi'lekki in the middle of the night.

He waved the datapad around a little.

"Handy," he decreed. "Thanks, man. I'll probably get a lot of use out of this."

Maybe even for looking up porn! But the stuff Atton had put on it was probably going to stay there at least until Sparkle had a handle on it all himself.

[suitably_heroic]

"If we were still back home, I might've brought some nerf steak or something."

Atton put his little globe-y plant thing down on the nightstand. "As it is, we're probably better off raiding the buffet today anyway."

[myownface]

"Probably," Sparkle agreed. "I wonder if they have anything special out because Christmas. Or if they even bother. Either way, I'm going to eat potatoes until I get sick."

It was always important to have a goal in life, Spark.

[suitably_heroic]

Atton squinted at him. "Keep aiming for those stars, Sparks," he said. "Go eat your bread thing. It looks like it's got sugar in it."