Fun in the sun: Part two {Imp}

[tehchessie]

The gold coins clattered on the table shining in the sunlight from the window. It reminded her of when she was younger about the gold coin chocolates. With a grin she helped count out his coins. Hopefully sorting it out into the ever so generic $5 was what he was doing.
“Bet you feel like a pirate,” she laughed after he spoke.
Impera smiled as she too emptied were wallet onto the table. Both the coins mixed with each other and how much both had had was now in a mix. Smiling innocently she counted her own coins. $1, $3, $5.. she thought as she counted to herself.
“Mix the coins and pay equal and receive equal back. Sound good?” She asked with her childish smile.
Impera new she had brought around $16 in coins and had a feeling it would be more than enough to pay for her share and his. Continuing to sort the money she made four stacks before looking up at Simon’s piles. Between us both we should have plenty, I wonder how many piles we’ll make, she though happily to herself.

[Deathy]

ARRR! Cause we’re both mighty pirates! Simon said, holding a hand over one of his eyes the rest of these scurvy dogs be lad lubbers!
Simon rubbed his hands together, is that some kind of game? he asked, eyes flicking over his coin piles whoa so that’s what a pile of coins worth $20 looks like!
Simon grinned we should pretend to be pirates! And this table should be our ship! Simon declared, grinning at Imp to see if she agreed with his mad plan, Simons imagination tended to run away with him on occasion. Now was one of those occasions.
do you want to be captain or me? he asked, grabbing a napkin and folding it into a hand shape.

[tehchessie]

Simon impersonated a pirate as he accessed their now shared booty. Impera closed one eye and sat like a pirate with one arm sprawled across the table and the other on her hip. Pirates were always fun and Impera grew up with them, well, in her imagination anyway.
“It be not a game, Cap’n, but a form the pay the land lubbers!” Impera said nodding strongly with a pretend frown on her face.
Playing pirates was not on her things to do today but then again life always has its surprises and she was having a great time. This had to be one of the best Tuesdays she’d ever had in her entire history of Tuesdays.
“I be way ahead of ye, Cap’n, and ye be cap’n, cap’n” She smiled at herself. How could it be that one word was so much fin to say.
Impera pulled out her drawing things and sketched quickly a picture of an island which looked surprisingly similar to the square and the market place. She showed it to him and pointed at a small dot.
“Here be we.” She said happily, “Where will the booty be buried?”

[Deathy]

I be captain do I? he said, trying to figure out how one pretended to have a wooden leg well first mate, ye and the rest of those land lubbers shall refer to me as Captain Si, of the, the Jolly cross and we shall bury said booty his finger waved over the map, with one hand over his eyes he placed the tip of his figure down the page around the middle right there! Arr! No scallywag shall find it there! he declared now we just need a parrot!
The waiter that they had attracted with their genius plane was looking over the counter at them with an expression of deepest concern on his face, Simon pretended to waved a sword at him.

[tehchessie]

Impera nodded enthusiastically, “Ye be Cap’n, Cap’n” With a quick and sharp look toward the kitchen she growled. These land lubbers are slow! She thought to herself. Great, now even her thoughts were in pirate mode. ”Aye, Aye, Cap’n Si” she did a salute wondering if that was a pirate thing to do. It seemed to roll off the tongue quite well. Cap’n Si. With a Cheshire cat grin she glanced at the map where his finger was pointing. By her calculations it looked like it was IN the fountain. She wondered if he new this or he had just randomly pointed to the map.
“Aye aye Cap’n. Thar be a mighty fine spot!” She thought for a second about the parrot problem. “Sorry Cap’n I’ve no idea how to get ye a parrot.”
Impera followed Simons look and followed his actions. She raised a pretend sword.
“Where be the grog?” she asked him then coughed, “By grog I mean ice-cream”
The waiter sighed and walked into the kitchen. Impera wondered if when he emerged from the wonderful food maker area that their order would be brought out with him.

[Deathy]

and the apple pie, ya scurvy dog! Simon told the retreating waiter hope they hurry, my stomach is empty Simon paused, a hopeful expression on his face dang, it didn’t growl he frowned, his eyes sliding over a napkin that was lying on the table, leaning over he picked it up and grinned. Folding it over a couple of times, it slowly became a flat and vague bird shape, similar to penguin.
Holding it up he grinned at her, like a dog does when it’s done a particularly clever ball catch how’s that? he said, eyes anxious globes above the paper bird, worried about what her opinion would be of the strange creation that he had well created and if you lend me your writing instrument, first mate, I give the bird some eyes!

[tehchessie]

Impera laughed as Simon complained about his stomach not growling. She was somewhat thankful because that might have arced her stomach up. After a moment she voiced this and no sooner had the words left her mouth her stomach growled. Every time I talk about food She thought. She looked at her stomach and poked it.
“I didn’t ask for your opinion to be voiced!” She growled back.
Simon grabbed a napkin and started to fold it, she watched in awe at his napkin folding skills. You never met someone who could fold a napkin into anything. As he presented the napkin Impera clapped happily only to stop and say: “Aye Cap’n thar be a Jolly little shoulder talker.”
She giggled and went into her bag pulling out her colouring markers and pencils.
“I’ll colour it in for you!” she said happily with her hand out to receive the bird. “If you would rather a white parrot I understand.” A cheshire cat grin played on her lips again.

[Deathy]

Simon grinned, pleased that she enjoyed his creation of paper and skill. Handing the penguin like parrot over to Imp’s waiting hand, nodding enthusiastically, yes! Brighten up my little shoulder talker! He’s just plain white right now! Simon paused pretending to gasp almost featherless!
Listening to Imp’s tummy protesting against it’s plight reminded him of an empty sack of his own lying under his ribs, waiting impatiently for it’s sustenance’s.
whish they’d hurry up he grumbled, rubbing his tummy this pirate captains getting hungry turning a frown on his usually calm face he looked over at the doors that the waiter was hiding behind. maybe their afraid we’ll plunder the place, first mate he mused turning to look at how the parrot was shaping up.

[tehchessie]

She took the napkin bird and pulled out a red marker. She pictured in her mind what the red pirate parrots looked like. They were Maccaws, red body with yellow wings which was blue tipped and then they had a long, but in this case short, blue tail and then white around their eyes. Having the red marker she coloured in its body leaving space for wing then the rest of the head that wasn't going to be white.
"I wish they'd hurry up as well" she sighed out of impatience and continued to colour in the parrot. She grabbed the blue marker and coloured in the tail then looked up to see the waiter. "Aye, Cap'n, They seem mighty frightened of thee" she spoke as she finished the tail. She then grabbed the yellow marker and coloured in the wings leaving the tips blank to later colour it blue. "Hey, Cap'n Si, do you like your shoulder talker so far?" she asked showing the unfinished parrot. "Not finished yet of course still got the beak and the rest of the wings to go, oh and the eye!" After saying this she quickly drew in the eye and grabbed a light orange marker for the beak. Impera thought that the parrot looked mighty fine considering it was a napkin and not paper. You could say colouring it you'd have to be a lot more delicate. Finishing the beak she then grabbed the blue marker to finish the wings.
"Ta-daaa!" she held up the finished parrot hand handed it to Simon. Impera was quite pleased with the outcome. Her eyes then shifted to the kitchen where the waiter had disappeared and was exiting the door with something. He hands weren't empty. It was their order!
"Food time!" she cheered not realizing she had said it out loud.

[Deathy]

That Simon said his voiced hushed with awe is just awesome
Watching her color it in was fun, the way the napkin transformed before his eyes from a folded bit of paper to a fully fledged bird was just amazing.
they are terrified he confirmed, nodding his head to look like he was wise, which he wasn’t.
His eyes slid back toward the door, tummy making its silent protest. apple pie will be here soon he promised it
TA-DA!! looking over he felt his face nearly crack in half by his grin, that’s, there is no words for that me first mate he said and then he heard the doors click.
Turning round he stared hungrily at the waiter FOOD!
Simon’s hungry stare made the waiter feel uncomfortable for some reason, he could feel it flicking switches at the back of his brain, the ones that told you to run away screaming.

[tehchessie]

Impera felt her smile widen even more as Simon complemented her work. No one had said anything like that before. Not even her mother. Then again parents were kind of obligated to express their love for art work even if they were completely and utterly horrible. She leaned over the table and placed the parrot on his shoulder and then realigned his hat to match the pirate look.
"Thar be a true pirate now!" She giggled at her pirate talk.
Her eyes then shifted to the waiter who seemed reluctant to come closer to either of them. Impera stared at the plates in his hand and her mouth began to water like crazy. She reached out to them wanting them to come closer but the waiters eyes seemed to stick to Simon. Glancing at him she saw that Simon looked almost ready to mall him or something. He must really like his apple pie, She thought happily.
"pardone mwah" she said in a french accent, "Food goes on ze table here" she pointed to the two places in front of them. The waiter looked at Impera and crept slowly forward placing the plates shakily on the table followed by the drinks. Before Impera could ask for a bill or even tip the man he walked hastily back to the kitchen.
"Aye, Cap'n, I think they be deathly frighten of ye." She picked up her spoon and began to dig in deep into her ice-cream. She raised a big spoonful to her mouth and smiled at Simon before it disappeared inside her mouth.

[Deathy]

Zank you Zir Simon said distractedly, his eyes on the apple pie in the mans hand, oblivious to the nervousness he was causing.
Once the waiter had left, leaving behind him their orders Simon pounced on the apple pie. YUM! he cried, his mouth full of a mixture of apple, pastry, ice-cream and an unidentified soft drink, so it came out more like WUFM!
Swallowing he grinned yep, shaken in their land lubing boots he said, taking a gulp of the spider that was resting near his elbow. He grinned happily as the flavors’ swirled in his mouth.
how’s your ice-cream shaping up, me hearty? he asked, pushing the paper pirate hat out of his eye.

[tehchessie]

Impera scooped another spoonful of ice-cream and felt it melt in her mouth leaving the cookie pieces laying on her tongue. She then swallowed and smiled at Simon. She didn't quite know what he said but whatever it was by his expression it was a good word whatever it was. She nodded at him and scooped another spoonful indulged in the sweet and savoury flavors. She grabbed her drink and eyed it. The cream looked like a puffy swirly cloud she raised it to her lips and sucked the cream up leaving a mustache and cream nose. She licked her lips free of the cream leaving the cream on her nose.
"Aye cap'n!" she agreed, "Enjoyin that there apple pie?"
It sured seemed like he was. She looked down at her then saw the white dollop on her nose. She wiped it off with one finger then ate it feeling slightly embarrassed.
"My Ice-cream is...well...I'm lost for words! Its just so good!!" She almost seemed to purr when she said it. With a smile she took another swig of her milk then another spoonful of ice-cream. Through her head a sharp pain whizzed through. She help her head protectivly groaning.
"Stupid brain freeze!" she compained to no one in particular.

[Deathy]

Simon nodded his head violently, the liquid in his mouth sloshing around. He swallowed I love it! he admitted mouth watering for the next mouthful.
Fork stabbing another piece of pie he, grinned at the blob of cream on her nose, he thought it was funny.
Taking a moment to adjust his colorful parrot that was perched on his shoulder Simon chewed his third mouth full of apple pie and washed it down with a long sip of his spider, he laughed at her distresses.
hahaha! You got a brain, owe he groaned and held his own cranium, eyes screwed shut in pain dang now I got one he looked over at her me an the parrot blame you he joked, squinting out from under his lids. Drinking spiders really fast was never a good idea.

[tehchessie]

She smiled at his reply and almost broke into a fit of laughter at his enthusiasm. It must be the best pie in all of Clearstone given his reaction to it. Continuing to suck down her drink down she watched as Simon sucked down his spider. She nudged him playfully at his remark. Although it was funny she felt a little pained by it. Of course she had a brain and she used it quite often. She felt better when he held his head complaining he had one as well. Payback is such a bitch. She laughed and pointed at him. Surely the captain wouldn't take this but she couldn't help herself.
"looks like you got a brain too, Cap'n!" She laughed some more and then silenced herself by drinking some more of her drink. She giggled a little when he incorporated the parrot into the equation. She finished her ice-cream within two more spoonfuls and looked at the empty bowl sadly she looked up at Simon sadly.
"All gone..."