Stories and hobbies and other ways to pass the time

[brave_heart_verity]

Verity's in her favorite seat in the forum, drinking coffee and trying to read a book that's frustrating her. It isn't long before she puts it down with a scowl aimed at the cover (or possibly the concept of books). "Does anyone understand Norse mythology? Is that a thing? Because I do not get it."

"Alternately, any suggestions for hobbies for someone with lots of time and few skills? Preferably things that aren't group activities."

((A note about Verity: she's got a magic spell stuck in her that lets her always know when someone is lying to her. Please respect this; if your character is trying to lie to her, please make that known so she can react appropriately.))

Comments

[aw_hawkguy]

He just didn't realize how all-encompassing and ironclad the no-clown rule was. Lesson learned.

"Well, I could never stand sudoku, but I hear some people swear by it. Uhm, puzzles? Models? Collecting something?"

[brave_heart_verity]

"Collecting something sounds suspiciously like trying to make me go outside." Again with the squinty-eyed look. (Just remember, in an emergency, you can buy your way back into her better graces with those amazing waffles.)

"Models might be fun."

[aw_hawkguy]

"Only, like, leaves, or pressed flowers. You could collect coins, or stamps, or something, and always spot the fakes."

Good to know.

"Models, hey, there we go."

[brave_heart_verity]

"Do I look like a philatelist to you?" Really, Clint. She's not that lame or that old.

"Do you have hobbies? Besides following me around I mean."

[aw_hawkguy]

"I, uh... what?" Or something was on that list, too.

"Mostly the archery. And, uh, other target-stuff. Like, if you hold a quarter on your thumb and snap your fingers just right, you can bust a beer bottle with it."

[brave_heart_verity]

"A philatelist is a stamp collector." Ooh, look who's read the dictionary a few dozen times.

"You... really? You're going to have to show me that trick sometime. Someplace where I don't have to clean it up." Or try and get a quarter out of her wall.

[aw_hawkguy]

"Right. Thanks."

Clint grins. "Does your building have roof access?"

[brave_heart_verity]

"Yeah, we have roof access..." Wait. He just invited himself over didn't he? "I suppose you expect me to provide the beer too?"

[aw_hawkguy]

"Nah, I'll bring the beer. What's your brand?"

[brave_heart_verity]

She shrugs. "I usually get whatever's at the farmer's market that week."

[aw_hawkguy]

"Craft brew, fancy. I'll find a good one, then."

[brave_heart_verity]

"I don't drink much beer so it might as well be good, right?"

[aw_hawkguy]

"That's a good way of thinking of it."

[brave_heart_verity]

"It's better than having to think I'm a lush with too much money. That would be a problem."

Don't you dare Barton.

[aw_hawkguy]

Don't dare what? "So, when's good for you?"

[brave_heart_verity]

"Tomorrow after our run?"

[aw_hawkguy]

"Great way to unwind. They can cool off in the fridge waiting for us."

[brave_heart_verity]

"Mm-hmm." She's looking forward to something a little too much now. "You're going to need it."

[aw_hawkguy]

"Did... I say something funny?"

[brave_heart_verity]

"You'll understand tomorrow."

[aw_hawkguy]

"O... kay, I guess I will, then."