R&R

“Aw, shit. That you, Jinx?!” Came the familiar call just down the beach below the boardwalk. While Jinx had been waiting in line for ice cream, Zerori had been trying out some new swimwear and had felt that a fellow Nova was nearby. Earth wasn’t her first choice of planets to return to after the incident that had happened with her Mother but after some convincing on Plant by said parent, Zerori accepted that a bit of relaxation was a good idea. Her own choice of a swim suit was a black bikini held together like ropes with white skulls as the pattern. She did still have her half mask on to keep power in check but tied around her shoulders like a cute little cape was the cowl that Zuqetta - which she later found out was ‘Regalia’ - had given her, allowing her power to be at a much gentler setting.

Zerori stood up over a couple of beach blankets that were set up, one being her own and the other, of course-

“Poor thing, how unfortunate,” Still sitting along her own towel, Zriracha had moved just enough to see the incident before she laid back down. While she didn’t have any swimwear on, her usual black fur kept everything family friendly.

Zerori tossed her mother a look before floating toward her friend with a look of hesitation, “You want I should strong arm the guy to get you a new one? I’d try and magic some up, but…”

The brief memory of trying to create ice cream that resulted in some frankenstein creation of moving sludge was an instant deterrent. She didn’t even know how she made it… like that…

“It’s probably best I don’t,” She held a hand out for Jinx to take, offering to help her up. “Nice suit, by the way. 'Suits' you!" She snorted at the joke, before bringing her other hand up to scratch the back of her head. That was fuckin' LAME! "You got a uh… cute ribbon.” Compliments were hard to do.

From her place still laying upon her beach blanket, Zriracha would pout in frustration, "Hell's below- what priorities you have," Before calling out to Jinx with a beckoning wave, "Darling, what ice cream did you have? Come and let me correct this grievous misfortune."

As confused as she was that Jinx didn’t want to demand an ice cream, Zerori allowed a smile anyway at how cute she was being. She wasn’t all that interested in ‘keeping up appearances’ but she didn’t mind keeping her messes to a minimum either. As Jinx explained her swimsuit and how even her usual attire was also waterproof, her mother had decided to intervene right after Jinx had given her a compliment. She threw a pointed look over at her mother before rolling her eyes and answering her leader. “Yeeeeeah, that’s her. She’s um-” Zerori paused for a moment to think of the words before giving a shrug, “-recovering from some training we’ve had. Gotta keep up her strength even if she’s getting up there in the years!” Near the end of her sentence Zerori’s annoyance would change into a teasing jeer as she yelled the last words.

With a scoff of offense that was clearly fake, Zriracha jeered with a hum of amusement, “Keep it up and I’ll make certain your next meal has maggots in it,” A threat that only held half of it’s weight. Only because it happened one time before and Zerori gave her mother the silent treatment for three days. Once Jinx had approached the lounging Demon, answering her question in a rather unique manner, the satyr woman would give a coo of interest before leaning back up from her towel. “My favorite flavor of ice cream would have to be…” She paused for effect before grinning, “-Pizza flavored. There’s just something so delectable about a savory food that’s cold. You should try it sometime! As a matter of fact, why not try some now?” She offered with no small bit of excitement, holding a hand to her face cutely.

With her other hand, however, the appearance of the exact ice cream Jinx had described would materialize in a show of black magic before she offered it to the Majin. “You might have some reservations about materialized food but allow me to assure you that my magic is a bit… ‘specialized’ should we say.” Given her proclivity for food and how often she would sample the fine cuisine of the galaxy for nearly 500 years - she had managed to hide the unnatural taste that most materialized food came with. The ‘how’ of it, however, would remain a well-kept Chakkapak secret. “How does it taste, dear?”