When he sees her next, at the gazebo, he's in a considerably better mood, at least on the outside. He's a little sweaty, a little out of breath, but he eyes the supplies with a laugh.
"The hell is this for?"
He knows. He knows, but God does he have to save face.
She grins up at him, pleased as a cat at the bluster. That means it surprised him.
"That tub there is 30 full meals worth of supplies and a shaker cup. Two scoops and eight ounces of water and you've got a complete meal."
She looks up.
"Figured it might be useful to you. And hopefully you like," she peers into the bag, "Strawberry Shortcake. Cause like hell were you getting my Caramel Coffee."
She's going to see about stocking up on more next time they're at port, see if the commissary will stock it as well so she's not the sole purveyor of such things.
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The pup hears her name and raises her head, tail wagging.
Truthfully, he could wait. Give the dog a break. But he needs the time to clear his head, to mull over everything.
"I'll meet you there."
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"Just come by the gazebo. I'll go grab it and bring it up so you can just swing by."
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He takes out his music box and sets it on the pew beside him, letting "Only You" play gently as he gathers up Mae to start work.
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She'll be waiting for him with a tub of meal replacement mix and a shaker cup, tucked in a little bag and ready to go for when he comes by.
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"The hell is this for?"
He knows. He knows, but God does he have to save face.
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"That tub there is 30 full meals worth of supplies and a shaker cup. Two scoops and eight ounces of water and you've got a complete meal."
She looks up.
"Figured it might be useful to you. And hopefully you like," she peers into the bag, "Strawberry Shortcake. Cause like hell were you getting my Caramel Coffee."
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He huffs. "I'll take it off your hands since you've got so much to be picky about flavor."
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"Thank you."
She's going to see about stocking up on more next time they're at port, see if the commissary will stock it as well so she's not the sole purveyor of such things.
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"Sure thing. Later."
And he's going to happily trot off with his prize.
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But fondly.