March 12th, 2005
|09:43 pm - St. Jude's Hospital|
Ariadne makes her way down the hospital hall, carrying a paper cup containing a pair of capsules.
Hearing an unfamiliar voice inside Room 172, she pauses in the doorway, regarding her patient and his visitor.
"Hi," she says with a smile. "Sorry to interrupt, but it's time for his medicine."
Mortal eyes see a woman in her twenties with a Mediterranean complexion and warm brown eyes, her black hair worn in a knot at the crown of her head. She's wearing a crisp white uniform and running shoes, a stethescope slung around her shoulders.
Fae eyes see a vivacious satyr, ivory-colored horns poking up through her raven-black hair. Her goat legs are covered with a pelt of silky black waves from her waist to her dainty black hooves. She's wearing a short dress of Chinese brocade, cut to enhance her curves, but leaving her legs free for easy movement.
Current Mood: working
"But if you're looking for someone to play volleyball with, I'd volunteer."
She smiles warmly, nodding. "I'd like that. And maybe we can get your friend Aidan involved, too, once he's feeling better."
Pause; she seems to be thinking. "As for the pool, I know Rowan U. has a swim team; maybe they let the public use the pool sometimes. And there are a couple of athletic clubs in Glassboro, though they might have a membership fee."
Aaron smiles back and says, "Oh, I bet Aidan would want to play..." If nothing else, to watch a pretty nurse bounce around. "...And he could watch once he's well enough to be wheeled around. It gets pretty boring when you can't do much more than sit."
"And those sound like good ideas. I'll have to take a look at Rowan's web site and do a search for clubs with pools." He gives he a questioning smile. "So do you have a place where you play volleyball already, or should I look for that too?"
"There's a YMCA here in Glassboro that lets people use its court without being a member," she replies, "though there's some teams there like, every other Saturday. But once they're done with the game, you can usually get in."
"That sounds good," replies Aaron. "Hopefully I can find a place with hours that I can use." He grins. "A lot of places don't seem to have hours that cater to people who work nights." He eats a bit more of his breakfast and says, "I volunteered to help out Aidan when he get to come home. Would you like to come over to his place some evening for dinner and surprise him?"
She finishes the rest of her sandwich before she answers. "I'd like that - should I bring something?" She beams with no small amount of pride. "I'm a pretty good cook, if I do say so myself."
"Oh, that would be great," replies Aaron with a smile. "My cooking is okay, but nothing elaborate. My experience is pretty much either cooking on the cheap for five people, or cooking in a crock pot." He chuckles. "My version of an elaborate dinner is to not have a one dish meal."
She chuckles. "Hey, don't knock slow cookers...they're really great, especially if you're not home that often." A pause. "But my grandma used to take care of me and my sisters while my mom was working, and she taught me a lot." She finishes the juice. "So, what do the two of you like? Anything in particular?" Something else comes to her. "And are there any food allergies or stuff like that I should know about?" She gives him a lopsided grin and elaborates. "It wouldn't do for me to make, say, chicken with peanut sauce, if one of you is allergic to peanuts. And if either one of you is vegetarian or something like that, I'd need to find a recipe that'd suit, too."
Aaron chuckles. "Good point. No food allergies and neither of us are vegetarians." There is a slight hesitation, then he continues seriously, "I'd rather avoid things like chicken legs or leg of lamb. Or ribs." Aaron's expression brightens, "Oh, and I should give you my phone number." He starts digging in his pockets for a pen and paper.
She takes a pen from the chest pocket of her uniform and passes it to him. "Here."
After some thought, she says, "How about kabobs? They're easy to transport, and Dr. Makarios gave me this great recipe for marinade."
"Oh, kabobs would be great. I used to get those when I went to the Ren Faire in Maryland." He smiles. "That was always fun. Gordon got someone to make Julian and I matching outfits one year. And my one roommate worked at the Faire, so I've been there lots of times."
He writes his name and phone number on the paper. "That's my cell phone, so you'll either get me or my voice mail."
She nods, writing something on the bottom of the paper and passing it back to him. "Okay," she says, tucking the piece of paper into her chest pocket, along with the cards from earlier. "Those are my numbers - the one on the top is my home number, and the other one is my cell."
((OOC: Shall we end this here and start a new thread with the three of them at dinner?))
((OOC: All right, let's end it here and start a new one. Would you like to start?))