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MEDIC> Giani tilts her head almost backward from the chart she's filing and grins before turning. "Afternoon, Chief. Something we can help you with? Like your annual physical?"
MEDIC> Riley all but sneaks into medbay, attempting to avoid people wanting him to suffer his...Ack! Caught! Evil psychic medical people. He shakes his head quickly, "No, I think I'll give that a miss, but thanks. I just came to bring this to Clara." He gestures with the squarish flat box.
MEDIC> Giani mock pouts for a moment, then sighs melodramatically. "Ah well. Tell the Doc I tried, will you? She's in her office, last time I checked. I imagine just knock and go on in."
MEDIC> Riley nods cheerfully, he's in a particularly good mood. "Thanks ma'am, I appreciate it." Especially since Giani didn't inflict any pointy objects. That always helps. He heads over to Clara's office door, knocking lightly and calling, "Siding salesman!"
MEDIC> A pause precedes the expected soprano calling out, "If you're selling tin roofing, c'mon in."
Riley walks here from the Medical Bay.
Clara is indeed in her office, chair turned to the side with a rather gruesome and detailed anatomical rendering of some race or another's innards brought up on her computer monitor. She taps one place on the screen, then jots a few notes on a clipboard before grinning up. "Hey there, sailor. You're braving Medbay?"
Riley chuckles softly as he pads in, box in hands, "Do Girl Guide cookies count instead? Not a roof mind, but still a good door to door substance." He nods amiably heading over to the desk and offering the box. "Yeah, I was rummaging in the Quarter this morning looking for a wedding gift for Nick and Ela and found some, uh, festive stuff I thought you'd appreciate."
"Hey, for cookies, you can knock on my door whenever you like," Clara replies cheerfully, then peers at the box curiously for a moment as she rises and waves at the couch. "Festive? Should I be frightened?" she wonders with a hint of trepidation.
Riley goes to sink back onto the couch, chuckling. "I think -I'm- supposed to be frightened actually. Shan pointed out I should be prepared to be beaten."
Clara tosses her pen back on the desk before heading over to drop to a seat at your side, one brow raised in wary amusement. "Sometimes I wonder what Kathlyn does to that poor man, and if he enjoys it. I promise not to hit you with anything sharp or pointed, does that help?"
Riley offers the box once again, looking rather cheerfully amused, despite the prospect of being beaten. "That would help, yes. I don't think Kath beats him somehow. Although as shy as he is, she probably wants to regularly."
Clara accepts the box with little of the trepidation she was feigning earlier and examines its sides thoughtfully before starting to open it. "Ah, she'll chase him until he catches her, mark my words. And she'll never knew what hit her, is my guess." She pauses in opening it and asks conversationally, "This isn't going to spray fire retardant on me or something like that, will it?"
Nothing evil appears to be attempting to escape the box, although for some reason Riley looks rather sheepish at that question, snickering softly, "Nope, no fire retardant, no spraying anything."
Clara exhales a sigh of relief and continues to open the box without delay this time. "Oh, good. Now the entire kitchen might just need it, although I think I may stick to take-out until I can choose one of those doctors. Good range of choice, by the way. Thank you."
Riley nods amiably, looking pleased. "I'm glad there's a decent selection. I don't know anything about it, I couldn't tell.
Inside the box are a series of different cookies wrapped in waxed paper as well as a book filled with neatly labeled place keepers. The name of the book is, 'Burning food for fun and profit - or, all those things nobody has enough sense to tell you about cooking'. Yep, Riley's going to get hit isn't he? Also inside is a tiny stuffed bunny, barely a handspan tall. It's wearing hazard gear and is carrying a tiny fire extinguisher. Yep, he's gonna get hit -hard-.
Clara just stares for a long moment, then carefully sets the box aside before dissolving into helpless laughter and battering at your arm and shoulder ineffectively. "Bad man! Bad! Evil, wicked!" Of course, she's laughing too hard to really do any damage, and finally leans in, still snickering. "Thank you, darling. I love it," she decides, tugging the rabbit from the box.
Riley snickers softly, trying to duck the be-thwacking. "I'm glad you appreciate it love. It was terrible, but I saw the two of those together and could -not- pass them up."
Clara reaches for the book as well and starts leafing through it, still snickering. "You really are evil, you know that? I may have to make you sleep in your office again tonight. At least I have protection for next time I have to do the 'Ashes to ashes' speech for a skillet," she decides, attempting to poke you in the nose with the rabbit.
Riley sniffs in an attempt to look particularly sad, "But, but, not my -office-." He is be-poked, eyes crossing as he tries to watch the bunny. "Protection?"
Clara rolls her eyes for a moment in amusement, then waves the tiny wand on the bunny's fire extinguisher. "Sure. He'll put the fire out before Arthur ever gets there." She balances the rabbit on the book and turns to attempt a quick kiss and grin. "You really are evil. Did you find a gift for Niko and Ela?"
Riley returns the kiss with a snicker, "Maybe a very -small- fire." He shakes his head with chagrin, "I didn't. I am afraid I really had no idea what I was looking for. What'd be appropriate in this situation? It's Nick, I want to do something special."
Clara nods in agreement, examining the tiny extinguisher on the rabbit. "Something special would be nice. I'm planning to head out sometime this week to go dress shopping. I could keep an eye out when I do? Actually, I was thinking about asking your sister to go with me."
Riley nods to that, half-smiling, "I'd appreciate that. I don't know, I'm trying to think of what they could use. Or might want, or something." He nods, "That sounds like it'd be fun, you and Cori." He shakes his head, "I don't know how formal it'll be. Last I heard Ela didn't even have a dress yet."
"If worse comes to worse, I'll wear my dress blacks, and have a dress for...uh...heck. Whatever one wears dresses to," Clara decides pragmatically, then pauses and smiles faintly. "We can always get them something useful...then stock the boat. You know, champagne, chocolate covered strawberries. Things like that."
Riley stifles a quiet laugh, looking decidedly amused at that suggestion. "Oh dear, oh dear indeed. I'm sure I'll think of something. Maybe harassing Arthur into getting them a better place. Although to be honest, from what I hear the one they have is nice as it is."
Clara's brows quirk up, although she nods affably enough. "Okay, it was just a thought." She reaches over to settle the book back into the box, but retains the rabbit. "Anyway, I'm sure it'll go off without a hitch. And better you to ask Arthur than me right now, that's for sure."
Riley nods amiably, sliding as if to clamber off the couch. "He has to put up with me. I know all the horror stories about him."
Clara finally sets the rabbit back in the box and settles it closed again before scooping it up and rising to go set it on her desk. "Arthur has horror stories? I can't believe it," she scoffs cheerfully. "I thought he was perfect? He told me so."
Riley climbs to his feet, shaking his head in decided amusement. "Only in his dreams."
Clara turns about to lean against the front edge of her desk, extending a hand. "Going back to work?" she asks, not quite wistfully, but with a hint of something similar.
Riley shifts to take your hand, squeezing it lightly and then moving to hug you. "Yeah, I'm afraid so. There's still stuff that needs doing. I'll see you tonight?"
Clara leans into the embrace gratefully, exhaling a contented sigh into your chest. "Mm-hmm. Don't work too hard? Maybe we can skip out and grab some coffee or the like tonight." She pulls back and reclaims her pen with a grin. "Either that or -you- get to cook. I'm still traumatized," she announces.
Riley chuckles softly, reaching up to brush lightly at one of your curls as he nods. "Coffee and the like sounds good. Have a pleasant day my love." Attempting to steal a kiss he then heads for the door.
Clara plays accomplice to the thievery, then watches you go with a particularly dreamy smile. "You too," she calls after, then heaves a rather insanely contented sigh, closing her eyes for a moment, before finally going back to work.
Riley walks towards the Medical Bay.