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[While she's prepared for moving, it's also just comfortable, especially around the station. Less of a suit of armor than her boots/jacket combination on worlds.]

Hello yourself.

[She nods toward the path, inviting him to join her as she starts to walk.]

Ready for the next mission?

[ He falls in step with her, adjusting his gait so he's not racing ahead of her or making her speed up. ]

As much as I can be. I usually just end up confused when I read the briefing. I have no idea how animals are going to fit into those cubes, but I suppose I'll see soon enough.

[It's thoughtful of him. She's used to having to keep up with people taller than she is who don't.]

If it's any consolation, I'm not sure about that either.

[She's seen enough strange things to believe it'll happen, but at the same time, it's a struggle to picture. She shrugs it off.]

That's a good way to approach it, though.

[ He shrugs. ]

No way else to do it, I think. I'm not the type to do research or over-prepare for things. I tend to try and figure things out while in the thick of them.

[Natasha hums, understanding or polite.]

That can make the downtime between missions hard, though. At least for me—never was any good at having nothing to do.

I know.

[ His eyebrows knit together because he doesn't like being idle but he doesn't really have a solution either. ]

It's hard for me to find things to occupy me. There is only so much working out or reading I can do.

And napping. Don't forget napping.

[Which is a joke. Natasha isn't great at napping. Or sleeping, in general.

But wishful thinking.]

I feel like I should take up knitting just to have something to do with my hands.

[ He gives a brief laugh at the thought. If only he could do either of those things himself, but like her, napping doesn't suit him and knitting would be difficult. ]

You would be taking up a useful skill. You could make your own clothes. Though I'm afraid it wouldn't work for me.

[ He holds up a hand. ]

My fingers are too large for such delicate work.

It would have to be a very large knit.

[Lightly. It's an amusing image. Maybe it shouldn't be, but... well, he does have very large hands.

Natasha raises her hand, holding it up to his for comparison.]

I can't say I've spent a lot of time on crafts. I think the last thing I stitched up was someone's arm.

[ Oh yeah, it definitely is dwarfed by his and he chuckles at the comparison made. ]

I would think if you can stitch wounds that knitting would be easier. Far less blood with knitting, but not free of it if you stab yourself with the needles.

I'm fairly confident in my ability not to stab myself.

[She doesn't rush the walk, ambling along the path.]

Whether or not I could make anything worth wearing... [She shrugs, suspecting she'd get bored.] Who knows?

Well that's good. Being confident, I mean.

[ He doesn't mind the leisurely pace, occasionally admiring the scenery though by now he's finally used to it and it has that artificial feel. ]

Perhaps you could make something for someone else. Most people would accept a gift, even if it's not very good. They will see you tried.

Oh, I see how it is. I make someone an ugly scarf and they can't turn it down because they like me.

[Natasha has more faith in her skills than that, but it's better conversation this way.]

You'll regret that when I'm giving you the worst mittens you've seen in your life.

[ His answering shrug seems to suggest he wouldn't mind if she did. ]

You can give me the worst mittens, but nothing says I have to wear them. I would still thank you for the effort put in.

That is a very diplomatic answer.

[She does smile, finding the answer rather adorable. It reminds her of the teenage Joric with his siblings.]

I'll remember that if I start taking up some kind of crafty hobby.

[ It's not something he consciously tried for, but it's true that his answer does walk the line since it's honest in that he probably wouldn't wear them but he has no intention of insulting a gift either. ]

Mm, you'll have to let me know if you do. Prepare me for what's to come.

First I'd need to find a teacher, so I think you're safe for the time being.

[As amusing as it is to think about.]

Guess we'll just have to live with training and reading.

[Calling back his earlier comment.]

[ There's something almost petulant in the way he reacts to that. ]

I don't want to read anymore. It makes my head hurt.

[ Unsurprisingly for a man who grew up without having books to read now finding that the eye strain gives him a headache. ]

Maybe I'll watch movies instead.

You could always bully someone to read to you.

[That's terrible advice, but Natasha delivers it as though she's sincere; she probably would do just that.]

Movies aren't a bad way to go, though. Maybe you could watch with a friend.

[ He gives her a look because that's one bit of advice he's not about to follow. That's one sure way to make someone resent him. ]

Yes. I've enjoyed the movies I've seen here and I'd like to see many more. Maybe I can get one of those little machines that you put the circle in.

The DVD player? That's probably reasonable.

[And less likely to get him in trouble.]

You can learn the time honored tradition of fooling around during movies.

You would know better than I.

[ It's just the thing that makes the movies go. ]

Fooling around?

[ She's lost him again. ]

[Natasha angles him a playful look and hitches her shoulder in a shrug.]

In this context kissing and petting instead of watching the movie.

Ah.

[ He guesses it makes sense in a strange sort of way. People act like fools when they're getting intimate. ]

If I do that I'll never get to watch any movies.

That is the trade off, it's true.

[And she supposes that movies are probably a little more special than sex to someone who's never had the former.]

It's part of the fun.

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