The usual crowd was at the cookfire: Claire, Daisy, Locke, the elder Rose, Sun, and a few others. They were already busy peeling and chopping vegetables and other ingredients for dinner. They all exchanged informal greetings. "You're just in time," Rose said with a maternal smile. "There's not much turtle soup left. Need to keep your strength up." She said the last with a knowing wink.
"Thanks, Rose." Scott filled one coconut bowl with the thick soup, handed it to Ami, then helped himself.
He made the requisite small talk as they ate. Jin was already in the surf fishing. Scott couldn't wait to get out there. Sometimes it was good to be more or less alone, lost in the simple, rhythmic motions of casting the net and drawing it in like a faster version of the tides.
Beside him Ami was truly enjoying the company. He was glad. She made friends quickly and needed more social time than he did. It dawned on Scott that much of that time was spent with River, Walt, and Sue -- the children or teenagers of the survivors. (She's good with kids,) he thought, carefully shielding it from Ami. (Wants to be around them, helping or just playing. No wonder she's so upset. Of course she'll want her own. I wonder if Dad figured that out.) Scott mentally kicked himself for being so oblivious.
After they'd polished off the last of the turtle stew Ami offered to clean up their bowls and utensils. "Have fun fishing," she said with a small, if genuine, smile.
"I will, thanks," Scott replied. He touched her cheek with one hand, brushing his thumb over her cheekbones. /We'll make this work. I promise./ Ami's smile grew, and their love coursed both ways across their connection. He brushed his lips lightly against hers, then headed in Jin's direction. "Off to earn my keep," he said to the others. "Later."
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[Scott] Dealing (tag Ami [optional])
Date: 2006-04-30 04:45 pm (UTC)"Thanks, Rose." Scott filled one coconut bowl with the thick soup, handed it to Ami, then helped himself.
He made the requisite small talk as they ate. Jin was already in the surf fishing. Scott couldn't wait to get out there. Sometimes it was good to be more or less alone, lost in the simple, rhythmic motions of casting the net and drawing it in like a faster version of the tides.
Beside him Ami was truly enjoying the company. He was glad. She made friends quickly and needed more social time than he did. It dawned on Scott that much of that time was spent with River, Walt, and Sue -- the children or teenagers of the survivors. (She's good with kids,) he thought, carefully shielding it from Ami. (Wants to be around them, helping or just playing. No wonder she's so upset. Of course she'll want her own. I wonder if Dad figured that out.) Scott mentally kicked himself for being so oblivious.
After they'd polished off the last of the turtle stew Ami offered to clean up their bowls and utensils. "Have fun fishing," she said with a small, if genuine, smile.
"I will, thanks," Scott replied. He touched her cheek with one hand, brushing his thumb over her cheekbones. /We'll make this work. I promise./ Ami's smile grew, and their love coursed both ways across their connection. He brushed his lips lightly against hers, then headed in Jin's direction. "Off to earn my keep," he said to the others. "Later."