The Onsen, Sunday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

After several days of increasingly less subtle hints from the squirrels (which given their general lack of subtly to begin with...), various checks of the calendar, and what was definitely not any kind of panic attack, Cara had made plans for the evening. Very good, not overly complex plans.

However she had failed to account for the fact the island hated her. Personally.

"Seriously?"

[For the girl!]

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[harpy_daughter]

Surreal was trying desperately not to laugh. Really. Because it wasn't funny, and dammit, she'd been looking forward to this, but Cara's grumpyface was adorable.

"Think they mean 'Out of Order' as in 'We're on vacation so we're closed,' or as in 'Shit is Broken, Go Away?'" she asked, putting a hand on her hip. "Because one of those, we can just ignore."

Surreal was hardly one to let a little B&E stand in her way of a date.