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[April 14] [Original] Fathers Over Lunch
Title: Fathers Over Lunch
Day/Theme: April 14, 2010 "Who is the third who walks always beside you?"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Saselia, Bashir, Saselia's father, etc.
Rating: G
There turned out to be at least one definite positive to the company of Henna, Jeska, and Sola (who attracted the largest part of his attention by having the same name as his mother). They made lunch at an attractive roadside spot their treat. Saselia finally separated from the older women to speak specifically with Bashir again while they ate. None of the roughhewn table set up under the sunshades had enough space for a party of seven. Simcha had cheerfully settled into his role as storyteller and was regaling Fado and his new friends with an account of some past escapade involving himself, his older brother, and a cask of Catalonian honey.
"That's your father he's talking about, isn't it?"
"Pops and Uncle Simcha used to go everywhere together. Pops was a special supplier for a couple of restaurants along the road from Ricci to Otsuta. He'd get whatever crazy ingredients they needed at a good discount."
Bashir picked daintily at his salad. The dressing was a little strange, but he couldn't say he didn't like it. Tastes differed from region to region. He noticed Simcha was standing on his chair, waving his arms over his head ridiculously in mimicry of a man carrying what Bashir would've guessed was a load of live snakes. "It sounds like he was a bit more...well-established than your uncle."
"He was the responsible one," Saselia smiled. She had taken over that role to a certain extent. "He was friends with Fado too. When I was little and my mom was sick of dealing with me, they would take me out on the road with them and Pops would carry me on his shoulders."
Saselia's father sounded like he would've made a nice addition to the group. No one had said so explicitly, but Bashir got the impression he must be dead. It was something he and Saselia had in common then. She didn't lack for father figures though.
"Your father's dead too?" she guessed. Funny how they'd been following the same train of thought.
"Ages ago. I barely remember him." The fact that he had died as an enemy of the state also meant he was rarely discussed. Bashir wondered sometimes which of them, Camwyn or Ilekano, his mother loved more. It was an unfair question. Pragmatism had bound her to the older emperor, but he had been there, off to the side, all these years. He knew there was more to it than that now.
"Pops would've liked you. He would've put you right to work as his bookkeeper. He never cared much for paperwork." Saselia's sandwich was crammed full of vegetables. Pieces of onion and tomato slipped out of the back end onto the table.
Day/Theme: April 14, 2010 "Who is the third who walks always beside you?"
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Saselia, Bashir, Saselia's father, etc.
Rating: G
There turned out to be at least one definite positive to the company of Henna, Jeska, and Sola (who attracted the largest part of his attention by having the same name as his mother). They made lunch at an attractive roadside spot their treat. Saselia finally separated from the older women to speak specifically with Bashir again while they ate. None of the roughhewn table set up under the sunshades had enough space for a party of seven. Simcha had cheerfully settled into his role as storyteller and was regaling Fado and his new friends with an account of some past escapade involving himself, his older brother, and a cask of Catalonian honey.
"That's your father he's talking about, isn't it?"
"Pops and Uncle Simcha used to go everywhere together. Pops was a special supplier for a couple of restaurants along the road from Ricci to Otsuta. He'd get whatever crazy ingredients they needed at a good discount."
Bashir picked daintily at his salad. The dressing was a little strange, but he couldn't say he didn't like it. Tastes differed from region to region. He noticed Simcha was standing on his chair, waving his arms over his head ridiculously in mimicry of a man carrying what Bashir would've guessed was a load of live snakes. "It sounds like he was a bit more...well-established than your uncle."
"He was the responsible one," Saselia smiled. She had taken over that role to a certain extent. "He was friends with Fado too. When I was little and my mom was sick of dealing with me, they would take me out on the road with them and Pops would carry me on his shoulders."
Saselia's father sounded like he would've made a nice addition to the group. No one had said so explicitly, but Bashir got the impression he must be dead. It was something he and Saselia had in common then. She didn't lack for father figures though.
"Your father's dead too?" she guessed. Funny how they'd been following the same train of thought.
"Ages ago. I barely remember him." The fact that he had died as an enemy of the state also meant he was rarely discussed. Bashir wondered sometimes which of them, Camwyn or Ilekano, his mother loved more. It was an unfair question. Pragmatism had bound her to the older emperor, but he had been there, off to the side, all these years. He knew there was more to it than that now.
"Pops would've liked you. He would've put you right to work as his bookkeeper. He never cared much for paperwork." Saselia's sandwich was crammed full of vegetables. Pieces of onion and tomato slipped out of the back end onto the table.