I know better than to turn down a meal if someone's offering.
[She says it lightly, but it's true. It's a thing she'd learned in a lifetime of instability—if you didn't know when the next time you'd be able to eat would be, you ate now. Or you slept, or you talked to your friends.
Not that she always observes those lessons, but she does try.]
[ And he’d learned a few useful things about catching fish from Joric as well. They had spent more than one quiet afternoon sitting by rivers not dissimilar to this one of other missions.
As for the fish, he was still puzzling over the line between them and the cubits that were so highly regarded as companions on this world. But nothing about the fish here seemed particularly different than the ones back home, or anywhere else really. And that was about as deeply as he cared to think about it, lest he start stumbling into some more troubling thoughts.
He pulls one of the crisp, nearly blackened fish from the flame and holds the skewer out for her to take. ]
Here, you can have the big one…it’s kind of like, mm…salmony? You have salmon on your world, right?
[ Finn smiles, pleased with the acceptance and peels a small bit of the roasted fish off the bone with his fingers, popping it in his mouth. It was far from perfect, but it was smoky and crispy in all the ways you wanted from something cooked freshly over an open fire. ]
Ah hah, well…it’s more like. [ He hesitates, picking his words carefully. ] I feel like…maybe I don’t have the right kind of haircut. You know, based on the crew?
[ Finn was paying a lot of attention to things like that recently…more than he had when he’d first arrived. Now that there were more people his own age he found himself feeling the weight of something he’d never felt before; peer pressure. Even if that pressure really was in his own head. ]
[Natasha hums, nibbling a crispy fin as she waits for the answer—and a moment longer, pushing off her response a few extra seconds so she doesn't give into the kneejerk response to push back about his feelings.
Peer pressure often comes from inside the house. That doesn't mean the feelings aren't real, or that he needs to ignore them.]
What kind of haircut do you think would be right? Out of curiosity.
[ He holds up a hand to indicate a length that would take a good eight inches off his own hair. He’d been letting it grow since Steve had cut it for him, unconcerned with the specifics of the length until now. ]
Everyone my age here has it like that.
[ Maybe not everyone. Ciri and Ziggy both wore their hair long, but Finn hadn’t missed that the pattern seemed fairly divided along gender lines. ]
[The undercurrent isn't lost on her, but she'll let it be, neither confirming his suspicion that he ought to cut his hair, nor trying to change his mind.
It's hair, and his grows fast.]
I can cut it for you, no problem. Is there something you think you'd like the look of?
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[She says it lightly, but it's true. It's a thing she'd learned in a lifetime of instability—if you didn't know when the next time you'd be able to eat would be, you ate now. Or you slept, or you talked to your friends.
Not that she always observes those lessons, but she does try.]
As long as you have enough to share.
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[ And he’d learned a few useful things about catching fish from Joric as well. They had spent more than one quiet afternoon sitting by rivers not dissimilar to this one of other missions.
As for the fish, he was still puzzling over the line between them and the cubits that were so highly regarded as companions on this world. But nothing about the fish here seemed particularly different than the ones back home, or anywhere else really. And that was about as deeply as he cared to think about it, lest he start stumbling into some more troubling thoughts.
He pulls one of the crisp, nearly blackened fish from the flame and holds the skewer out for her to take. ]
Here, you can have the big one…it’s kind of like, mm…salmony? You have salmon on your world, right?
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[She takes the fish and sits, testing how hot it is with her finger tip.]
So what brought on the sudden need for a haircut? Seeing the fashion around here and feel inspired?
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Ah hah, well…it’s more like. [ He hesitates, picking his words carefully. ] I feel like…maybe I don’t have the right kind of haircut. You know, based on the crew?
[ Finn was paying a lot of attention to things like that recently…more than he had when he’d first arrived. Now that there were more people his own age he found himself feeling the weight of something he’d never felt before; peer pressure. Even if that pressure really was in his own head. ]
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Peer pressure often comes from inside the house. That doesn't mean the feelings aren't real, or that he needs to ignore them.]
What kind of haircut do you think would be right? Out of curiosity.
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[ He holds up a hand to indicate a length that would take a good eight inches off his own hair. He’d been letting it grow since Steve had cut it for him, unconcerned with the specifics of the length until now. ]
Everyone my age here has it like that.
[ Maybe not everyone. Ciri and Ziggy both wore their hair long, but Finn hadn’t missed that the pattern seemed fairly divided along gender lines. ]
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It's hair, and his grows fast.]
I can cut it for you, no problem. Is there something you think you'd like the look of?