[ Hey?? Does he have to look so dodgy?? She has a perfectly happy expression on her face... or had, because now she's frowning and putting her fingers to her temple. She is not going to explain the joke. She is especially not going to explain sports competitions or the Olympics. But it was her mistake, really. ]
[ In lieu of an answer, he will simply remove the glasses from his head and stick them back into their natural habitat, aka the top of her head. And then casually just ruffle her hair some more, because it's already a mess and can't possibly get worse. ]
You did well.
[ That's APPROVAL right there, both in his words and tone of voice. Especially given that she'd never touched a flying ship in her life before this. Maybe she really ought to consider a career change from self-proclaimed forensic scientist to professional speedship racer in the future. ]
I'm surprised you're asking me.
[Both since she has never seemed to care about the approval of others and also because he is definitely not qualified to judge ship piloting technique in any capacity. ]
[ That is a surprise mountain of approval by Eustace standards, and it catches Ema flat-footed. She expected a "your landing could use some work," or a "don't text and drive"... And he's ruffling her hair?? She reddens under the overt affection in both his hand and voice but doesn't stop him, simply tapping her glasses back into their precisely proper place. As long as her glasses are in order, the rest of her head can look like she just walked through twenty air curtains. ]
You are the one who gave me the thing, so you're officially involved. Scientifically speaking.
[ Which is at least partially true, but also maybe she does value his opinion? Maybe she doesn't want to look completely stupid in front of him?? Sue her. ]
... Thanks for that, by the way. I had fun.
[ She can say that now that she has definitely survived. ]
[ Don't mind him as he just repeats after her, doubt obvious in his voice.
But, hey, he hadn't actually expected her to just launch herself immediately into the pilot's seat and go for a test drive - test fly? - all in the same day. She's got guts, that's for sure. If she didn't, he wouldn't like her nearly as much.
It is a relief to know she hadn't hated every second of her airborne adventure and that the speedship hadn't been a complete waste. Speaking of the speedship—he detaches himself from her side and goes to give the thing a post-landing inspection, attaching and steadying the supports as he circles around. ]
You can fly it again whenever you want.
[ Whenever she wants to feel the sudden shadow of death clinging to her. ]
[ Scientifically speaking!! She responds to the doubt in his voice with an unblinking look that says, yes, what about it. No one has called her out on this (out loud) in her entire life.
She follows along to watch as he works, filing the steps away for when she needs to do it on her own. ]
Naturally. I do plan on making use of it.
[ It is an actual personal plane, after all. You don't just let these things go to waste. She taps her chin and runs an eye over the ship again. ]
It's a shame there isn't more room for cargo space. I suppose I could figure out how to attach saddlebags of some sort...
[ Rest assured that he will call her out on it again in the future if he needs to.
Things he will not be calling her out on: her sudden delusions of turning a speedship meant for racing into some kind of cargo vehicle. It's his turn to give her a Look now, one that implies that she is probably a little insane for wanting to add saddlebags to the side of the ship. ]
If you break the ship because of that, it's on you to fix it.
[ This is where his (middling) generosity ends, sad to say. Once he's done with his handiwork, he turns back to her. ]
Was there anything else you needed?
[ If not, it's time for him to mosey on out of this joint and go get lunch. ]
[ Wow!! Talk about your negative nancies. The Look he gives her just makes her want to make the dream work even more. Whether or not she succeeds is for another installment in the life of Ema, however.
Now that the speedship is tied back down and her curiosity is satisfied, there's not much else for her in the hangar. She looks at the ship, then looks at Eustace. The fact remains that he gave her a whole damn plane and was nice enough (for him) to come down here. The crackers were for White Day. The speedship was for ???. A simple thanks alone doesn't seem like enough to balance the scales. Something just a little more... ]
Lunch? I'll treat you.
[ Sweating bullets and courting death also makes a girl hungry, deal with it. ]
[ His accumulated wealth on the island might be plentiful, but also he's not going to say no to a free lunch? Unfortunately, he is also not going to be gracious about her offer because being nice and polite is overrated. ]
It's your turn to buy lunch anyway.
[ It absolutely isn't as far as he knows, it's not like he's been keeping track, but maybe if he says it with enough confidence she'll believe it. Gotta have the upper hand somewhere in this household. He will, however, be obliging enough to let her pick the cuisine, with one caveat. ]
No pizza though.
[ Just thinking about the puddles of grease on a slice of pepperoni is enough to make his soul wither. ]
[ So many things are wrong with pizza, thanks for asking!! But wow, just because he can eat most foods doesn't mean he always wants to. Let a man have his preferences. ]
The greasiness doesn't sit well with me.
[ All that grease...all that cheese...all those carbs sitting around and weighing him down. He has things to do that don't involve immediately dying in a carb coma. ]
Curry is fine.
[ Time to go get some delicious (handwaved) lunch... ]
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Oh, never mind. Just tell me how I did.
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You did well.
[ That's APPROVAL right there, both in his words and tone of voice. Especially given that she'd never touched a flying ship in her life before this. Maybe she really ought to consider a career change from self-proclaimed forensic scientist to professional speedship racer in the future. ]
I'm surprised you're asking me.
[Both since she has never seemed to care about the approval of others and also because he is definitely not qualified to judge ship piloting technique in any capacity. ]
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You are the one who gave me the thing, so you're officially involved. Scientifically speaking.
[ Which is at least partially true, but also maybe she does value his opinion? Maybe she doesn't want to look completely stupid in front of him?? Sue her. ]
... Thanks for that, by the way. I had fun.
[ She can say that now that she has definitely survived. ]
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[ Don't mind him as he just repeats after her, doubt obvious in his voice.
But, hey, he hadn't actually expected her to just launch herself immediately into the pilot's seat and go for a test drive - test fly? - all in the same day. She's got guts, that's for sure. If she didn't, he wouldn't like her nearly as much.
It is a relief to know she hadn't hated every second of her airborne adventure and that the speedship hadn't been a complete waste. Speaking of the speedship—he detaches himself from her side and goes to give the thing a post-landing inspection, attaching and steadying the supports as he circles around. ]
You can fly it again whenever you want.
[ Whenever she wants to feel the sudden shadow of death clinging to her. ]
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She follows along to watch as he works, filing the steps away for when she needs to do it on her own. ]
Naturally. I do plan on making use of it.
[ It is an actual personal plane, after all. You don't just let these things go to waste. She taps her chin and runs an eye over the ship again. ]
It's a shame there isn't more room for cargo space. I suppose I could figure out how to attach saddlebags of some sort...
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Things he will not be calling her out on: her sudden delusions of turning a speedship meant for racing into some kind of cargo vehicle. It's his turn to give her a Look now, one that implies that she is probably a little insane for wanting to add saddlebags to the side of the ship. ]
If you break the ship because of that, it's on you to fix it.
[ This is where his (middling) generosity ends, sad to say. Once he's done with his handiwork, he turns back to her. ]
Was there anything else you needed?
[ If not, it's time for him to mosey on out of this joint and go get lunch. ]
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Now that the speedship is tied back down and her curiosity is satisfied, there's not much else for her in the hangar. She looks at the ship, then looks at Eustace. The fact remains that he gave her a whole damn plane and was nice enough (for him) to come down here. The crackers were for White Day. The speedship was for ???. A simple thanks alone doesn't seem like enough to balance the scales. Something just a little more... ]
Lunch? I'll treat you.
[ Sweating bullets and courting death also makes a girl hungry, deal with it. ]
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It's your turn to buy lunch anyway.
[ It absolutely isn't as far as he knows, it's not like he's been keeping track, but maybe if he says it with enough confidence she'll believe it. Gotta have the upper hand somewhere in this household. He will, however, be obliging enough to let her pick the cuisine, with one caveat. ]
No pizza though.
[ Just thinking about the puddles of grease on a slice of pepperoni is enough to make his soul wither. ]
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[ She's never met a person who said they didn't like curry. That said, she stares up at him... ]
What did pizza do to you?
[ She doesn't go for pizza too often herself, but this is Eustace "food is just stuff that goes in my mouth" Dogson. ]
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The greasiness doesn't sit well with me.
[ All that grease...all that cheese...all those carbs sitting around and weighing him down. He has things to do that don't involve immediately dying in a carb coma. ]
Curry is fine.
[ Time to go get some delicious (handwaved) lunch... ]