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Guess who's on BABYSITTING DUTY????

...honestly it's technically probably Angus. Because everyone's favorite boy detective honestly hasn't needed babysitting since he was a literal infant. Meanwhile, Lup could probably use some supervision. Either way, it was someone's bright idea to leave the two of them chilling on the Starblaster while everyone else does Important Mission Things.

Angus is sitting quietly on the deck, alternating between reading Lucretia's mission notes and doing sudoku because he's secretly a 90-year-old man.

Oh, it was absolutely Angus on duty, especially given the pair's current positions onboard the ship.

While the boy sorts through log notes and is functioning like any other reasonable adult on duty, Lup is instead sprawled out on a nearby couch, one slender leg hanging off of the side, one arm under her head to prop it up. Her free hand is manipulating a fireball, playing a makeshift, one-person game of catch. She tosses it clear up to the ceiling of the ship, grinning each time the flames return to her having left scorch marks behind.

Still, without Davenport around to scold her for it, the game was losing interest fast, the elf groaning from the sheer boredom of being left on the ship with nothing to do. "Ugh, we should sneak out and find something more fun to do."

Angus carefully shuffles some loose papers into a stack, tapping them a few times on the table to make them perfectly neat, because that's who he is as a person. He's keeping one eye on that fireball, just in case it goes haywire and someone needs to cast a freeze cantrip on it. He can do that now, he's been practicing.

Lup's suggestion gets a mildly mortified look. "We can't do that, Ms. Lup! That would leave the ship open to outside invaders and without anyone to pilot it to safety!"

Obviously Lup would be the one piloting. Angus's feet can't reach the pedals.

"Oh." Really, for how many times she'd heard those exact same words over and over, Lup really shouldn't sound quite as surprised as she does. The fire licking at her fingers disappears as she moves to sit up, stretching her arms over her head. "Right. Gotta be ready to take off in an instant."

Which really, Lup understands the whole significance of, especially the more and more cycles they go through, but that doesn't mean she appreciates being stuck with babysitting duty (the ship, not Angus). Her skillset isn't meant to be contained within any number of walls, she's meant to be out there in the world, getting it done! Not lounging around the ship waiting for everyone else to return. This just sucks.

"Alright, so we can't leave. Shitty, but it's whatevs. Doesn't mean we can't find something fun to do inside. What's your favorite thing to do that isn't nerdy?"

Um, wow, rude, Angus has lots of cool pastimes. Like...reading and....more reading. He sits up a little straighter, folding his hands neatly on the table and lifting his chin a bit.

"I think you'd have to define "nerdy" in order for me to answer that accurately." Then, after a pause: "I like magic."

No, Lup refuses to define nerdy.

But there's that familiar spark of interest behind her gaze at the mention of magic, because as obvious an answer as it is, it's one of the better ones. Magic is so very rarely boring (even if it can kinda get nerdy sometimes.) "Okay, okay. Good start! So what kind of fun can we have with magic indoors that isn't going to get you grounded?"

Lup has ascended being grounded, so naturally, only Angus would be punished for this.

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