Morning foraging done, and made much more pleasant by the absence of Shannon and Amanda, and the company of Molly, River, Sun and to Ami’s surprise, Faith, Ami made her way across the camp to deliver a new crop of foodstuffs – and a batch of the soapnuts that Molly had pointed out to them. Their soap reserves were dwindling, and Ami was glad that Molly knew about these things. The majority was stored in special ‘crates’ created for the purpose of keeping the food, and once that was done the women parted ways to continue their own morning routines.
River, oddly enough, trailed along behind Sun – evidently the language barrier didn’t bother River or Sun, but Faith kept up with Ami as she made her way to the cookfire. The woman was surprisingly spry and athletic, and she’d been able to climb higher and faster than any of them, and carry a good deal more weight. Faith didn’t brag or show off, however, it just seemed to be a part of her, and Ami personally was grateful for the extra hands and willingness to help.
They arrived just in time to hear Rose’s comment to Amanda, and Amanda to follow it up with a nasty glare and a, “No one asked you.”
Ami didn’t even want to know what had soured Amanda’s mood this morning, but following the younger woman’s gaze out to sea, she figured she had a good idea. George and Carlos were playing in the ocean again, laughing and clearly having a good time as they’d done just about every day.
“They look like they’re having fun,” Ami remarked with a wistful smile.
Amanda snorted, earning a look and a semi-confused frown from Faith.
“They’ve earned it,” Rose commented. “So have you. How come I never see you and Scott out there acting like two kids? You’re not old and married yet.”
Ami turned her smile on Rose. “There’s always too much to do. It isn’t like we don’t spend time together.”
“There are other ways of spending time together. It doesn’t always have to be intimate.” Rose pointed out, making Ami’s face go scarlet even if the woman hadn’t come out and said, “Do something other than have sex.”
“Strewth!” Amanda swore, throwing down her knife. “Do I really have to listen to this?”
“Jealous?” Faith asked. She bent down and picked up the knife, and grabbed up a piece of fruit, resuming the job that Amanda had abandoned in her snit.
Amanda’s dark look was answer enough to Faith’s question. Faith’s half-smirk probably didn’t help Amanda’s mood either and with a glare for each of them, the young woman stalked off.
“Faith, I know you’re new here, but please tell me you aren’t going to always pick fights,” Rose chided. “I had only just managed to get that child to actually be helpful.”
“That wasn’t a fight, Rose,” Faith said, continuing to chop with that mischievous half-smirk on her face. “If I’d been picking a fight, she would have known that I was picking a fight. That was truth.”
Rose merely shook her head. “You are really going to shake things up around here, aren’t you, young lady?”
“Nah, I’ll just keep the elitist entitlement types in line.”
Ami was grateful for the distraction. She couldn’t possibly explain to Rose the connection she shared with Scott, or how they spent time together even when they weren’t together. She gathered up a third knife and sat down to help with lunch preparation as well.
Rose looked at her hard, then stopped her hand. “What is it going to take to get you to take a break and enjoy yourself a bit?”
“I’m fine, Rose. I don’t mind helping.”
Rose sighed and looked upwards. Then she went back to work, muttering about ‘people not knowing when to stop.’
Faith’s smirk grew and she chuckled, but she refused to tell them why.
[Ami] Annoying Amanda (open tag)
River, oddly enough, trailed along behind Sun – evidently the language barrier didn’t bother River or Sun, but Faith kept up with Ami as she made her way to the cookfire. The woman was surprisingly spry and athletic, and she’d been able to climb higher and faster than any of them, and carry a good deal more weight. Faith didn’t brag or show off, however, it just seemed to be a part of her, and Ami personally was grateful for the extra hands and willingness to help.
They arrived just in time to hear Rose’s comment to Amanda, and Amanda to follow it up with a nasty glare and a, “No one asked you.”
Ami didn’t even want to know what had soured Amanda’s mood this morning, but following the younger woman’s gaze out to sea, she figured she had a good idea. George and Carlos were playing in the ocean again, laughing and clearly having a good time as they’d done just about every day.
“They look like they’re having fun,” Ami remarked with a wistful smile.
Amanda snorted, earning a look and a semi-confused frown from Faith.
“They’ve earned it,” Rose commented. “So have you. How come I never see you and Scott out there acting like two kids? You’re not old and married yet.”
Ami turned her smile on Rose. “There’s always too much to do. It isn’t like we don’t spend time together.”
“There are other ways of spending time together. It doesn’t always have to be intimate.” Rose pointed out, making Ami’s face go scarlet even if the woman hadn’t come out and said, “Do something other than have sex.”
“Strewth!” Amanda swore, throwing down her knife. “Do I really have to listen to this?”
“Jealous?” Faith asked. She bent down and picked up the knife, and grabbed up a piece of fruit, resuming the job that Amanda had abandoned in her snit.
Amanda’s dark look was answer enough to Faith’s question. Faith’s half-smirk probably didn’t help Amanda’s mood either and with a glare for each of them, the young woman stalked off.
“Faith, I know you’re new here, but please tell me you aren’t going to always pick fights,” Rose chided. “I had only just managed to get that child to actually be helpful.”
“That wasn’t a fight, Rose,” Faith said, continuing to chop with that mischievous half-smirk on her face. “If I’d been picking a fight, she would have known that I was picking a fight. That was truth.”
Rose merely shook her head. “You are really going to shake things up around here, aren’t you, young lady?”
“Nah, I’ll just keep the elitist entitlement types in line.”
Ami was grateful for the distraction. She couldn’t possibly explain to Rose the connection she shared with Scott, or how they spent time together even when they weren’t together. She gathered up a third knife and sat down to help with lunch preparation as well.
Rose looked at her hard, then stopped her hand. “What is it going to take to get you to take a break and enjoy yourself a bit?”
“I’m fine, Rose. I don’t mind helping.”
Rose sighed and looked upwards. Then she went back to work, muttering about ‘people not knowing when to stop.’
Faith’s smirk grew and she chuckled, but she refused to tell them why.