BotchelorS2 · Night 9
Kaede Hoshimura × Malachar Vey
“Midnight Across The Dark Bay”
A night ferry crossing the bay.
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What they want
Kaede Hoshimura wants someone who takes teasing and hands it back with a straight face.
Malachar Vey wants someone who isn't swayed by his title and is curious about his trees.
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First impressions
There you are, dear. Standing at the rail like the ferry owes you money. You look like a man who takes his coffee black and his boats seriously. Am I close?
Tea, actually. And the boat I take as seriously as it takes me. I grow small trees for a living, so I know a thing about standing very still in wind. You mix drinks, I'd guess, from the way you said 'dear'.
Twelve seats, under an arcade, mostly jazz. Small trees, hm? Dear, how small is small? I want a number before I decide whether to be impressed.
My smallest fits in a teacup. My oldest juniper has had one hundred and twelve years of opinions, thirty of them shaped by me. Impressed yet, or shall I produce the shears?
The challenge
A teacup. Well, now I'm a little impressed, and I hate it. Here's a dare. The deckhand has a harmonica in his pocket, I saw it. Go ask him to play a slow one, and we dance on the open deck. Straight face, dear.
I'll take the dare in a form I can survive. I ask him for the harmonica, we sit on that bench, and you hold my thermos while he plays. I do not dance. I command armies better than I sway.
Armies, is it. [straight face] A bench. Of course. I'd hoped you'd stand up in the wind and embarrass us both, and I'd have gotten to blame you. Fine. Sit. I'm not even the one who flinched.
I was joking about the armies. Mostly. Here, the thermos is barley tea, and it's been steeped properly. Tell me what you'd be playing in your bar right now, if there were a record handy.
The decision
Something slow with a brush on the snare, Sunday-night piano, the kind that lets a room finish its own sentences. [quietly] Nobody ever asks me for the record, they ask me for the drink. Thank you for that.
Then I'll ask the right thing next time. What does a room of strangers sound like when it finishes its own sentences? I'd like to hear it with a juniper on the counter, if you'd let me bring one.
Bring the juniper, dear, it can have the good glass. That's my landing, the lights are coming up and I'm off at the first stop. Keep the thermos; I'll have you back for a proper drink.
Mind the gap on the ramp. I'll walk the long way round the deck and finish the tea. Safe home, Kaede. Say hello to the twelve seats for me.
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The date
First impressions
She guesses his coffee wrong at the rail, and he answers with tea and a teacup-sized tree.
The challenge
She dares him to dance to the deckhand's harmonica, and he counters with a bench and a thermos.
The decision
Over barley tea she admits nobody asks for her record, and he offers to bring a juniper to her bar.
The twist
The one who dared the dance ended up on the bench with him.
The finale
She leaves at the first landing, he stays on deck, and both quietly want a proper drink together.
Ending: A second date
Who leaves the date first? Kaede Hoshimura
Kaede Hoshimura
Malachar Vey