Fox leaned against the counter leaning his face against his fist, "Least the place smells better than the library...wait your husband works there, my bad," he mumbled shaking his head. "Seriously though is he ok? Last I saw him he was mumbling something about Alexandria? Whose that?"

When Lia mentioned having a stall, Cal had immediately offered to take Juniper off her hands. Whether he realized Lia seemed to agree because it got him out of the library was anybody's guess. Walking out of the library holding her in his arms, feeling ok about leaving the others in charge.

Spotting Celia and Felipe he felt a grin form as he walked up to their booth. "Hey you two- Junebug no," he stopped mid sentence, taking her hand off his glasses, letting her instead play with bracelet on his wrist. Glancing back at them he grinned, "So how's the art business treating you, better or worse than running a diner?"

it’s a small thing. friday night, the restaurant is busy. if there isn’t a seat after all, it doesn’t have to mean anything. it’s more frustrating that the hostess first asked who else was with them, gaze drifting past roz’s shoulders like she was expecting to find a chaperone—followed immediately by a string of unnecessary clarifications, as if realizing what she was doing. by the end of it, roz is fairly certain she was more uncomfortable than they were, and it’s a relief when they slip back outside.

roz hasn’t gone far from the restaurant when they pause again though, distracted by the sight of a woman seemingly in the midst of readjusting the brace wrapped around her leg. the technology looks leoran in nature. admittedly, they’d lost their childhood interest in the specifics of leoran tech in other the years—although with the revelation of energy cores, that’s changed too. whatever the purpose of the brace though, it doesn’t seem like it’s behaving the way the woman wants. 

“need any help?” roz says. where she appears dressed up for the night, roz hasn’t bothered. they aren’t in work clothes, but they’re comfortable, and they usually have extra tools tossed in their bag for convenience in case they forget to pack something the morning of a shift—and maybe there’s a little sentimentality too, in at least one case. 

Mo leaned their head back as he caught the cherry he'd tossed in the air, he was suppose to be destemming the ones in the bowl in front of him, but hey sometimes you needed to check things tasted good. Glancing at Celia who was making pie crust, it still felt a little weird to come back to the house, he knew he was welcome but it did now feel like her house rather than theirs. Little bittersweet but they were genuinely happy that she was getting to have an easier life with Cal, even if the guy was a nerd.

"So yea me and Eagan are a thing now, just figuring out what kind of thing depending on the day," he finished explaining. That had taken some getting use to, that some days Eagan wanted the normal relationships stuff and some days she didn't. That it could even change in the middle of the day, but they were making it work, and he was happy with their set up. "Anyways why is everyone at the library living out a cheesy romance novel. One of em is pregnant, one ran off with some dude," pausing he shook his head, "Well ran off with Toni, and then there's your whole months long epic of love."