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[leetle]

Hey! It's Jester!
I can't pick up right now, but I'll reply really soon, okay? Don't miss me too much.
...doot doo doo beep boop!





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[leetle]

That's probably not an exciting thought for you, [Jester concedes, shaking herself from her musings. She peers over the edge again, concludes that this damn wheel isn't moving anytime soon, and props her feet up next to Caleb, legs stretching across the space between them.]

Who's the best kisser in your experience? [The question is casual, a little sly, her gaze averted but a small smirk on her lips. Look, she has burning curiosities, okay?]

[blumenthal]

[ He follows Jester's movements, is even considering stretching out in a similar way as they wait, until she asks her next question, all pseduo-casual. He leans back instead, fingers twisting together just to have something to do with his hands. She may not be looking at him, but he knows she's paying attention. ]

Ah...it is probably cliché, but if I have to choose just one, it would be Essek. He is the best for me, at least.

[ That slight flush is rapidly returning to his face. ]

But of course, there are others I have also...who I have really...well, you won't lack for options, if you decide to explore that with some of our friends.

[ Yeah, his face is burning, and he definitely can't look directly at Jester. His eyes are focused somewhere above her head on the sky beyond. ]

[leetle]

[Jester is looking very pointedly at the horizon as Caleb answers, her own cheeks flushing a little bit as that smirk grows into a grin, and eventually she can't help but dissolve into giggles, covering her face with her hands.]

You know, I used to have stupid little daydreams about that kind of thing, when we were traveling for hours and hours and stuff. Like I would think, wouldn't it be crazy if tonight Caleb makes the dome and we all get in and all of a sudden everyone is just making out because of all the unbearable sexual tension?

[She was basically one step away from writing erotic friend fiction, make no mistake.]

[blumenthal]

[ Caleb's eyes dart back down to Jester in time to see her cover her face, and despite his own embarrassment, he can't help grinning. ]

That would be pretty crazy.

[ And honestly, he can't guarantee that wouldn't happen if they all went off together and he put up the dome here. ]

Did you ever reach a conclusion in these daydreams? Would we all make out and then fall asleep as usual?

[leetle]

[Around the edges of her fingers, a violet blush is beginning to edge outwards, and Jester drops her hands to her lap, chortling in the way she often does when she's embarrassed but enjoying it perhaps a little.]

Well, no, you know, the making out would turn into a fuck pile eventually.

[She sneaks a look at Caleb, just to see his face, and catches sight of his grin which sends her laughing all over again.]

[blumenthal]

[ Gods, this is silly. Fun, though. And making Jester blush is always sort of an accomplishment, especially when she was the one who started the conversation in the first place. That laugh only encourages him. ]

Ah, of course. [ Caleb nods sagely, and finally stretches out to mirror her, propping his feet up on the bench opposite him. ] It would have to be a pile. The dome is not very big.

[ It's pretty obvious from the quirk of his mouth and the playful spark in his eye that he's teasing her. ]

[leetle]

Well, and it would be weird if everyone was having sex all packed in like sardines.

[She stares up at the sky through the gaps in their little carriage, a smile still playing across her lips.]

Would you ever—

[CHUNK. The wheel starts back up, rather jerkily, and Jester scrambles back up to her knees to look over the side.]

Finally!! Took you long enough! [The last directed at the robot operator, of course.]

[blumenthal]

[ Impossible not to linger curiously for a moment on that half-formed question, but Caleb knows himself, and if he thinks too hard about what her next words might have been, he'll focus on little else all day. It's better to focus on the moment, on having fun.

On Jester shouting down at the robot bringing them slowly back down to the ground. ]

I can only imagine that it's part of the experience. They like to encourage alone time.

[ Their little gondola descends as the wheel turns and Caleb moves to sit up again, getting ready to hop out when they reach the platform. ]

[leetle]

[Luckily for Caleb, whatever question Jester was about to ask is gone from her mind, replaced solely with a vaguely feral intent as they approach the bottom of the wheel. She doesn't even wait for it to stop, or for the door to open, just vaults over the side of the gondola and descending on the poor robot, who is immediately being roundly (but good-naturedly) abused.

Once Caleb rejoins her, though, she turns away with a huff, though not before flipping the robot the bird.]

Well, that was fun, [Jester huffs, looping her arm through Caleb's and jostling him a little.] Don't worry, Cay-leb, I won't force you to do whatever the Tunnel of Love is with me.

[wink!]

[blumenthal]

[ Caleb snorts, leaning back into her a little as they walk, just his shoulder pressed to hers, arm in arm. The sort of casual intimacy that's just nice. ]

That might be the most obvious euphemism they've used yet. Which is saying something.

[ They're strolling that way, and it looks as about as ridiculous as he expected. ]

I'll go if you want, though.

[leetle]

[Jester just laughs as it dawns on her, and, well, who is she to pass up the possibility of riding through a giant vagina in a tiny boat?]

Yeah, okay, why not?

[All in all, it's a pretty damn good day. Maybe her best one yet here on the island, and all thanks to her favorite wizard.]