2019-07-07 - This Isn't Awkward at All

There is something that requires Baylee's attention, her action. She needs clean clothes, different shoes, and all her stuff is still in her own trailer, which means that she's got to head to it. It's not far, thankfully, and it's not like she's turned into a dirty hippy in the meantime. Aidan is with her, because this is how this works, "I was thinking waffles..." Maybe that's why she needs the clothes. Breakfast is on the horizon.

That is entirely how this works. Aidan has also not turned into a dirty hippie, or at the least he's recently showered and isn't in any more danger of being labeled a hippie than usual. It's a nice temperature now, but likely to get hot later, and already humid, which might possibly be why he's wearing a fairly close-fitting white sleeveless t-shirt and a tropical-print sarong right now, and flip-flops instead of his usual boots. Either that or it's laundry day and he's planning to borrow Baylee's pants, but that seems like pushing it. "Waffles sound awesome. Maybe with fruit and ice cream..."

Sarong? If Aidan weren't actually wearing one, Lex would probably have to google it to figure out what it was. Hell, she might have to later. But for now, it's acting as more-or-less clothing, and there's more than peculiar wardrobe choices to consider. In fact, there are a lot of shoes. And at one point, there was probably a very... straight-forward Asian guy. But for now, it's just Lex. Is seems she's taken advantage of the shower herself, for the usually light silver is a shade or so darker where it have been woven into pigtail braids. She's laying on whatever passes for a couch, knees drawn close her to body, and her attention focused in on her phone. Or, more precisely, the damn level of Candy Crush that is trying to make her pay hard-earned money for sprinkle bombs...

Sarong. Aidan's fashion choices are always a wild ride. Hopefully he's not wanting to borrow Baylee's pants though, they probably wouldn't fit very well and crush important things.

After unlocking the door to the trailer Baylee steps inside, leaving it open so that Aidan can follow her through it, there is an upwards twitch of her brow when she spots Lex on the couch, "You eaten yet?" Without waiting for an answer, though, she heads through the living room towards her room.

Aidan is many things, and one of them is inclined to wear whatever the hell appeals to him at a given time. Baylee's pants probably are safe, though, given the structural fit issues. Granted, her skirts and shirts might still be imperiled. Never know.

He brightens slightly -- not that he was notably dimmed before, but still -- on seeing Lex, giving her a quick grin. "Mornin'!" he greets, pausing by the couch to peek at Lex's screen and see what it is that has her attention this morning. "We're thinking waffles."

"N..." Lex begins to respond to Baylee, turning her gaze toward the taller woman, only to pause mid-word as Aidan trails in after her, "..ope." This isn't going to be awkward at all. She's distracted enough by the man's cheerful hello that he's given all the time he likes to view Level 289, in all it's midi-music glory. A few blocks are glomped over by chocolate during the distraction, and it's only after a less-than-subtle glance between the pair that she's offering, "Yea -- hi. Waffles are good." Then, as if she hadn't just spent a slow-motion moment in 'oh shit' mode, she notes, "You make them, or buy them?"

"Don't cook." Baylee answers as she ducks into the bedroom, kicking the door closed with a rather loud slam. It's probably unintentional, probably. It's clothes changing time! This might take her a little while as she picks out the clothes, and the best shoes to go with the clothes. Very, very delicate work this process.

"I try sometimes, but I kind of suck at it," Aidan says, glancing after Baylee, brow furrowing a little at the volume of the door-closing. There's only the faintest pause before he's continuing, "Though, the ones you put in the toaster? I'm not bad at those." He walks around the end of the couch to drop down onto it as well, where he can still spy on the candy crushing. "All in all it's prolly better if we go get someone else to make 'em for us." This time there's a clearer pause before he asks, a little quieter, "You doing okay?"

No stranger to door slamming -- or door throwing, as it turns out -- there's the slightest furrow of her 'brow as Baylee puts up that barrier. It may not last long, but that doesn't mean it's going unnoticed. Her attention now split between Aidan, Baylee, and Baylee's door, Lex is now thoroughly losing against the spreading chocolate. "Yeah... I'm not so much with the cooking, either." She admits, and as she notes Aidan's interest in the game, she's actually offering over the phone. What's a bit of crushing amongst friends? His question is heard sometime around then, and the fact that she's not responding immediately is probably more telling than the response itself. "I'm seein' all sorts of gory shit, but I made a point to watch all the Saw movies on repeat a few years ago. Takes more to shake me nowadays..." Either she's insane, or he'll know exactly what she means.

"I saw a flyer there's gonna be a class soon. I'm thinking I might go and see if it makes me any better." Aidan wasn't quite intending to be the one playing the game, just to watch Lex doing it, but she's offering the phone while he's waiting for the answer, and before he quite knows how it happened, he finds himself holding it. And glancing down at it, catching a good look at the state of the board at the same time she gets to the response, so it's not entirely clear how much of each causes that wince, but there is one, either way.

Maybe this is actually a game he plays, because he makes a quick scan of the board and starts to move pieces, forming a couple stripy candies as he fights back some of that newly spread chocolate; he glances up between moves, studying her. "It's still kinda good at finding things that shake us, though," he says, as his eyes drop back to the board. Yeah, he knows exactly what she means. Maybe even recently, around here. "Just generally throwing us off..." Lines zip in both directions, shattering some more chocolate, and his eyes lift to her again. "Even when we're kinda used to it, it still sucks."

It is a very long time to just be changing jeans and a t-shirt, so it might not be as big of a surprise that when Baylee comes out she's not just wearing an average pair of jeans and t-shirt. Breakfast clothes appear to be a pair of shorts, and a tank top with a pair of strappy gladiator sandals that lace up to her knees, and a loose kimono style light jacket. "Sorry, couldn't decide what I wanted to wear." It's like nothing happened, no slamming of the door for Baylee.

"Mmhm," is her murmured agreement to Aidan's assessment of the town. Her gaze drifted upward sometime while he was speaking, and judging by the way she's looking toward one of the trailer's corners, staring pointedly at something that... isn't there, he's not the only one who may be... not quite recovered from whatever 'episode' the town just threw in their direction. "Sometimes it's new things. Sometimes it's old favorites." If her tone is any indication, what she's currently staring at falls into the latter category.

She was starting to shift on the couch when the door opens, and green eyes flicker toward the newly-attired Brit. "Looks good," she offers, and actually sounds sincere. Her own clothing consists of what seems to be an endless supply of black this-or-thats. Mostly. Green ankle socks are decorated with characters from Scooby Doo, and with her boots on the floor beside the couch, they're actually exposed to contrast with the faded cargo pants and ribbed wife-beater tank. Definitely not Baylee's brand of stylish... or Aiden's sense of Aiden, but it seems to work for the silver-haired woman.

"I left my bike at the bar," she admits, her tone both apologetic and wry. "But I don't think it'd fit three, anyway. We walkin', or one of you got a car?"

Aidan noticed the socks. Just a glance, but it was an approving one, because of course it was. He also apparently noticed a path through the hungry chocolate, because the little finger flicks continue as they talk. He makes a face at the 'friends' new and old, a small nod confirming he's still very much on board with the overall assessment. There's a hesitation, then, looking up from the phone to Lex, a sensation like maybe he's debating whether or not to say something; if so, it's something that's making him faintly uneasy. So... not exactly out of line for the conversation so far, really.

Which way it would've gone remains a question, as the door opens then, and he glances over the back of the (rather nice, actually) couch, taking in Baylee's choice. It breaks him into a smile again, at least. "You look hot," he informs her, and makes one final move in the level before handing the phone back to Lex. Triumph! It's probably a fluke. He glances from one woman to the other. 'cause yup, they've both got their styles workin' for them today. "Like half the waffle place is gonna wanna kill me, y'know," he notes, sounding not at all upset about this fact, and stands, stretching. "Up to you guys. We can walk, or I got the van." It definitely fits three.

The question of a ride is met with a shake of her head, "Don't own a car." Baylee moves towards the kitchen, tugging the freezer open to pull out a carton of cigarettes she's tucked in there, collecting a pack from it before she returns the carton to the cold, cold confines. When Aidan speaks up about the van she gestures towards him, "We can take the van, or walk. I don't mind walking."

The pack is absently rolled around between her fingers before she turns it upside down, starting to lightly tap it against the heel of her hand to pack it, eyes flicking back and forth between the pair of them. First her eyes settle on Aidan and she smiles at him, "Thank you, but no one is going to want to kill you." Then she glances at Lex, briefly, before she starts to remove the cellophane on the pack, "So are we needing to clear the air or something?"

"I got a nicotine vape in my bag, if you wanna save those," Lex offers as she watches Baylee handle the pack of cigarettes. "Depends on what part've the smoke you're goin' for." There's a half-smirk at that, and then Bayley's last question has any attempt at pretending Nothing Happened disappear. A slow breath is drawn, and all whilst taking her phone back from the curly-haired man, she's looking between him and Baylee. "I got nothing to hide. Everybody knows everything, I'm pretty sure? If you got a thing for girls," looking to Baylee then, tone and expression unwavering, "Then we could just square it all off, as far as I'm concerned." Her eyes turn to Aidan then, as he is the one unfortunate enough to have to conclude the answer to that 'need to clear the air?' question.

"If you guys aren't acting like you're not there with me, they definitely are," Aidan counters, still quite cheerfully. And why shouldn't he be, really? "Unless they just assume I'm, like, 'gay best friend', I guess." Certainly that is not a situation the dude wearing a sarong is the slightest bit familiar with, much as someone asking for the number of a woman he was at a diner with had clearly never happened before. He doesn't seem particularly bothered by the possibility, however; it just gets a shrug.

It is, in fact, the clearing-the-air-question that makes a dent in the generally good mood he's been managing to mostly maintain since waking up this morning. Frankly, it's been kind of impressive, considering how he woke up the night before. But for a moment it wavers, clearer there might be some intentionality in keeping himself from dwelling on things today, and some effort involved. He was perfectly happy just Noping at any awkwardness right now! But, fine, if they have things they need to say--

And then Lex says what she has to say, and he pauses a moment, as if he'd been about to speak, lips slightly open and a hand turned palm up. Mouth closes and fingers curls lightly shut at the same time. "I... am gonna leave that thought to you guys." Well, the talking about it part, maybe. He's definitely not abandoning the actual thought. He's probably having Thoughts of his own, truth be told, but does a creditable job of Just Moving On. "Yeah, I think everyone knows everything? I guess, if anyone's got anything they want to make really clear this is as good a time as any. Or questions." He apparently does not, or else is holding off until he knows whether the others do.

There is a look down at the pack of cigarettes in her hand, then Baylee looks back upwards at Lex after a moment, "I'm fine." It's almost a bewildered response, like she can't figure out why Lex offered her something else. Once the plastic is pulled off the pack she drops it into a trashcan beneath the sink, followed by the slightly metallic looking paper from over the filters. A quick brush of any stray tobacco is made before she pulls one of them free to tuck between her lips, the pack then getting tucked into a back pocket before her lighter is pulled out. Everything is done slowly, carefully, and eventually she ends with the cigarette lit as she returns to staring at things.

People. Really. Well, Lex really, considering that is where she focuses her attention for the time being. "Not sure how that'd make things square or not." It's not a no, just a rather pointed thought about the activity fixing things. But eventually Baylee just shakes her head, "I think it's all been said and figured out, yeah? I guess unless someone has a question for me."

Well, things certainly aren't any more comfortable than they were before the 'clear the air' question. In fact, said air is growing outright foggy. "Fuck," Lex finally sighs, leaning back against the couch as she lets both phone and hands fall into her lap. "This everybody sleeps with everybody thing is fucked up, as far as I'm concerned, but I'm learnin' the hard way that it's... the way things are." At least with the people Lex has had the fortune of spending time with. "We," a jerk of her chin toward Aidan, and none needed for herself, "Fucked. As far as I knew, and as far as I think he knew, that was cool by you. If you two want to go have the 'special talk', I'm fine getting my own breakfast." With that, she's finally starting to unfold herself from the couch, albeit a bit gingerly. Dreams hurt in Gray Harbor. Sometimes more than reality.

Aidan looks from one woman to the other. "Honestly? I kinda thought the air was clear. And I only sleep with people I like." Not that his fondness for people hasn't probably been influenced by substances or circumstances at times, but still, that's not everybody, which appears to be the point. "But I guess maybe I'm even crappier at stuff than I thought? So. Do we need to go and talk about stuff more?" To Baylee, of course, and it seems like an entirely genuine question; there's no sense of it being one of those things people do where they're pressing for a particular answer. There is, to the contrary, uncertainty in it. The way Lex moves distracts him slightly -- not hugely, but enough that he asks, "Did you get hurt?"

Well that is certainly a lot more confusing than Baylee was expecting, because when Lex mentions a special talk, and then Aidan asks if they need to, she gives him that same confused look. Oh boy. Confusion abounds! She takes a drag from the cigarette in her hand before she moves to find an ashtray, "First, Aidan and I have talked. We talked before, we've talked after, we've talked about a lot of shit. But, on this setting the record straight thing....This everybody sleeping with everybody thing is not the way things are. No one is making you sleep with...anyone, or not sleep with anyone willing, either."

Baylee moves out of the kitchen area, tossing the ashtray onto the coffee table before she finds herself a seat in a chair, legs crossing, "I'm fine with the fact you two fucked, Aidan didn't break any kind of rule, if you're freaking out about that. I like girls fine, but I'm not going to revenge fuck you because you and Aidan slept together to make things square. That's kind of a shitty thing to do when everything is fine."

Everything's fine? Yeah, just like Gray Harbor's a nice little town to live in. Lex is on her feet by the time Baylee sits, and while Aidan's question about getting hurt does have her glancing in his direction, it's Baylee's commentary that has her speaking in the end. "That was a joke," she informs dryly, and then glances once more between the pair she's quite literally in between. "I'm not freaking out, but I ain't used to... any of this." She sounds sincere in that. "I am getting the feeling that I should probably head out..." She's not looking at either of them at this point, half-turning to instead locate wherever she dropped her bag the night before.

Aidan's eyes narrow just slightly as he watches Lex and her lack of answer, possibly trying to assess it for himself, though there's no feeling of glimmer suggesting he's doing it the really effective way. Yet, at least. There's a look as though something's niggling at him, but he shakes it off, the thoughtfulness settling into a more comfortable-looking variety. "I'm not sure it'd be less shitty if everything weren't fine," he says, betraying at least one of his thoughts, "but, um. For the record, if you guys want to non-revenge fuck, I'm okay with that? I mean I kinda think that's more or less covered, but I figure I might as well be clear I'm not saying I think that'd be a shitty thing to do in general." There is a slight pause there, in which he may well be revising the things he's tempted to add to that, and then, "Anyway, if I'm okay and you're okay and you're okay, everything's okay, except that none of us are currently eating waffles, and I kinda feel like all of us should be."

"Oh." A joke. Well. That's not awkward. Baylee just stares for a moment, leaning over to ash her cigarette in the ashtray before taking another drag off it, taking a moment to mull this tiny fact over. It's clear that there is a flash of brief embarrassment, but it passes fairly quickly when Lex says that she's getting the feeling that she should probably head out. "Why?" She leans forward, resting her forearms on her knees, focus returning to Lex, brows furrowing, "Aidan and I are fine, no one's pissed off, and nothing was super awkward until..." She spreads her hands a moment, "I'm sorry you're not used to any of this, but...there's not any reason to bail. You need a place to crash, here is safe, clean, rent free. I mean, Jay snores, and I'm pretty sure the trailer next door burns their dinner every night of the week, but other than that it's a great place." She glances at Aidan, her brows raising upwards, "Right, the waffles." She agrees, getting to her feet, "There's that waffle place. I hear the coffee is alright most of the time."

It seems they've tamed the cornered animal. At least for now. There's something about Lex's demeanor -- be it posture, aura, or simply that weird sense that people in this town seem to have -- that suggests that the silver-haired youth is a little... prone to bolting. Not waiting for the opportunity, but more... expecting the need. Her gaze flickers between the two again, and while she could likely ease any embarrassment on Baylee's part, she's choosing to leave good enough alone. "Waffles, then. And if you try to put spike the syrup," this is directed toward Aidan, "Then you sure as fuck better share." Then, to Baylee, "I think that's the one thing this town can do right. Coffee."

"I would never," Aidan protests. Okay, he might sometime. But sometime is not today. He offers hands to each of them, in a 'let's all come along' sort of way, which, if accepted, is surely going to work really smoothly when they reach the door. He's not thinking that far into the future right now, or at least not in that kind of detail. "Grizzly does really good coffee," he says, "but I figure if we're having waffles, the waffle place sounds like the... place." He makes a slight face at how that came out, but shrugs. "Walk or drive? Van's fine by me, but it's a nice day, too. Maybe we should hit the beach, later." Probably he should be working the boardwalk, really, since other people will have that same idea. But it's hard to focus on being entrepreneurial on an empty stomach.

"Is it?" Baylee doesn't actually drink much coffee, probably. Does she? Even she has to take a little while to think about that as she finishes her cigarette, stubbing it out into the ashtray before she gets to her feet. "We can walk if you want." She has zero actual opinions on the style of transportation, as it is, there isn't a whole lot of reason to drive in a town this small. "We can go to the diner, though. But if she's playing some kind of weird shitty chanting, I'm going to break the radio." At the offered hand she reaches out to take it, giving it a squeeze but unlike Aidan she thinks ahead to the logistics of the door, so releases it soon after to head for the door, "There's this ice cream place down on the Boardwalk."

While Baylee may freely take Aidan's offered hand, Lex is staring for a moment -- as if something unexpected may appear -- before placing tattooed fingers within his own. Unlike the proactively thoughtful Baylee, she's not releasing Aidan's hand. Not yet, anyway. "When did we get from waffles to ice cream?" She muses, having missed their opening conversation. She's tipping a glance at her bag, as if considering whether or not she should be dragging it along, before letting it stay where it is and letting Aidan's chosen direction become hers. "You mean the music at the Bear place? God, tell me about it. As if the deadly animal motif weren't enough."

Oh, if Aidan doesn't need his hand for driving, he's definitely aiming to reclaim Baylee's too once they get outside. And the one for Lex does not manifest anything but the normal number of fingers! Thankfully, it's a lot easier to wrangle two people through that door in a connected line than three. And if the sidewalk might not have been entirely designed for that, eh, they're all pretty slim. "I like the weird music there. I kinda like the bears, too. But we should still hit the waffle spot this time. Because: waffles." His logic cannot be faulted!

"I think I was talking about getting ice cream and fruit on my waffle. But waffles to ice cream is barely a step, it's not like waffles to asteroids or something. And we definitely should check out the ice cream place too. Have you been there?" A thought occurs, and he glances to Lex, "That dispensary's not also by the Boardwalk, is it?" They could hit two stones with one bird! Or. Something like that.

"Yeah, she also serves cricket cookies or something. Very not good." Which might not be a regular on the menu, but she's never going to forget that. However it seems that they are walking, and Aidan is lucky enough to get to hold peoples hands because of it. "Waffles to ice cream isn't a crazy leap, either. Waffle cones."

Waffles! All the way around. However, when Aidan starts talking about going to dispensaries on the Boardwalk he gets very strange look, and she releases his hand so that she can start pulling her cigarettes out again. "Yeah, if you two want to hit up the dispensary that's fine. I can just meet you both at the waffle place. Or ice cream...whatever."

"Oh, if you want weed, I got plenty of that in my bag," Lex assures, her tone dry as parchment. She may be traipsing down the sidewalk hand-in-hand in what seems a strangely cheerful manner, but the tattooist manages to keep some of her omnipresent distrust of their surroundings nonetheless. Maybe whatever she was staring at in the trailer has come along for waffles? Or maybe she's just making sure it hasn't. Her attention is pulled back to the present when Baylee's dropping Aidan's hand, and cigarette be damned, Lex is reaching out in an effort to take Baylee's hand for herself. "Waffles."

Aidan blinks at the strange look, and the train of thought is pretty much visible as 'What? ...Oh.' He gives her an apologetic look in return, like maybe it genuinely didn't occur to him that it might not qualify as the same category as cigarettes. Or he forgot for a minute. Either one would probably be the same reaction, really. "Nah, I'm good. Just thought about looking at the place if it was close. Some other time, though." And now he has no hands that aren't his own. Life is pretty cruel sometimes.

"Really I just want the waffles. ...and ice cream. And maybe to go on that Ferris wheel today, 'cause the view's probably kind of awesome when it's actually clear." A glance toward the sky, like it might inform him whether it has plans to get cloudy later. "The cricket cookies weren't that bad. But probably not the new taste sensation."

She's just the middle of the sandwich now 😆 If she gets Baylee

Cigarette be damned?! Baylee needs that nicotine in a way that can not even be explained. She's going to get that no matter what, even with people reaching for her hands. Of course, once it's lit there isn't any reason to say no to hand holding, even it gets a weird look again. She's queen of the weird looks right now. But poor Aidan.

That blink and apologetic look is enough to melt all the hearts in the world and there is a whole lot of shuffling so that she can circle back around to Aidan. It means that Lex's hand is at risk of ashes on it, but she can get right up in Aidan's face to give him a kiss in effort to smooth away that apology before she nods, "Waffles." Right, Lex?!

One could probably bet an entire casino that Lex has had worse than ashes on her hand... and sure enough, the woman seems unphased by any cigarette abuse that may go on. There's a one-sided smirk as Aidan earns himself that kiss, and with Baylee now firmly back within the trio, she releases the other woman's hand to do with as she pleases. Considering how little time any of them have truly spent around each other -- at least without some form of intoxication -- it'd be hard to gauge whether or not the tattooist's current... reticence is characteristic or situational, but for now, she's content to remain silent. Watching.

Aidan gets a kiss! And it does indeed make him feel much better, judging by the smile after he returns it. Li'l bit goofy for a sec. If Lex is going to abandon Baylee's hand, then he's going to keep the other one, and since his player can't read things right and he still actually has Lex's, they both get their hands squeezed, and he lets them swing as they walk. He's actually been pretty sober around Lex, so far, and does glance sidelong toward her for one reason or another. "Waffles," he agrees firmly. "So do any interesting tattoos lately? And how much do you charge for them, anyhow?" He's got a whole lot of open canvas, if he's asking 'cause he's considering getting one done.

So very, very much open canvas happening. Baylee not so much, really. More than Lex, it seems, though. Once they are all walking and arm swinging again she takes a drag off her cigarette, seeming to be content to fall quiet and listen to them for the moment. There is a notable curiosity to the question though, enough that she gives Lex a look, waiting for an answer.

Wait, when did the focus shift to her? Lex is drawn once more from whatever not-quite-here she keeps slipping into, and light jade eyes flicker between the pair of them with mild amusement. Considering what's visible of the woman's body seems almost solidly inked from the neck down, it is a somewhat entertaining query from the.... relatively clean canvases. "Cost depends on the tat, the size, the spot," she offers first, sound more-or-less business-like, then, "and whether or not I like you." That last bit is accompanied by a one-sided smirk, and even a quick wink toward neither in particular. "You lookin' to get inked?" She questions Aidan, rather than answering anything about recent tattoos.

Surely it'd be a stranger question if Aidan were entirely covered in tattoos! As it is, he looks genuinely interested in the reply, and the question in return gets a quick grin. "Maybe? I dunno what, yet. But I think I kinda want to, just generally speaking. Feels like the right time. So, okay, I know there's all variables and stuff, but ballpark range? Or, like, examples." Another grin, and a second sidelong look to go with it, "Unless those are secret too. There's no oath for tattooists to never relate tales of their work to the public, right?"

"I find that the little ones they always like charging fifty for them. Seems like no matter what they are." Baylee can't really speak to what Lex charges, but she remembers at least what she's paid for some of hers. But since Aidan seems to be serious about this whole tattoo thing she looks at him, contemplating it for a moment before she just turns her attention back forward, on their walk. "You do it, I suggest making sure that it is something you can live with forever." She doesn't have any actual suggestions, though! Yet.

"Fifty is the usual minimum," Lex offers with a nod toward Baylee. "Even if all you want is 'Mom' in Comic Sans, there's still the cost of the equipment, prep time, and aftercare. The licensure people frown on us usin' the same needles and shit. Somethin' about sterility." A bit of a smirk there. "Plus, I've also noticed that fifty's enough to put off some of the more... whimsical morons. If they ain't willing to put down fifty on something they're gonna have for a long time... then they should use their money to go buy some of those rub-on tattoos. Or henna." Another one-shouldered shrug, perhaps drawing notice to the vibrant ink that covers said shoulder.

"Beyond the minimum, it depends on what you're getting, where you're getting it, and how much actual time it's going to take." Green eyes flicker toward Baylee, taking in what she can see of the other woman's tattoos, but she doesn't offer any unsolicited opinion. Smaller than your palm, black and white? Doubt it'd be more than fifty. If you give me some idea of what you're thinkin', I can give you a better... ballpark. I got a ... Look Book at the shop, if you wanna stop by some time. Pics of work I've done, with the time and cost break down on the more common shit. Skulls, dreamcathcers, script... the 'classics'."

Fortunate for Lex, 'talking shop' doesn't require delving into anything near emotion. She could rattle off the business spiel in her sleep.

"I dunno what Comic Sans is exactly. But me getting a 'Mom' tattoo would be weird. I definitely want to see your Look Book, though. That sounds cool." Aidan looks thoughtful, silent for a step or so. And to be fair, 'whimsical' is definitely a danger here, though 'moron' would be a bit harsh. Even if he has been told more than once now that it's a good thing he's hot. "I think I kinda want a pink flamingo. Or, like..." He trails off, focused off somewhere into space, so it's possibly a good thing he's got two guide-women right now. He's envisioning. Whatever it IS he's envisioning doesn't get immediately explained, however. Instead, what comes out is, "Where d'you think I should put something though?" He glances toward the flower-turtle that's currently hidden by his shirt. "Maybe kinda shoulderward? I could like... collect things into a half-sleeve or something." Eventually. Lex's well-decorated shoulder and arm get a glance, and then he checks out what's visible of Baylee's again, too. Maybe he's succumbing to proximity peer pressure!

"It's a type of font, for computers and stuff." Baylee has that much ability to help him out. Not much else. Lex's business spiel isn't something that she can add to, for many reasons. The most important of those being that she has zero insight into the pricing practices. Not her bag, man.

Unlike Lex, the only thing that seems orderly and planned about the placement of Baylee's tattoos are the chakras that are visible down her spine and sternum. Everything else seems to be just randomly chosen for the empty canvas her skin provides. The cigarette that she'd been smoking gets a final drag taken from it before she reaches over to offer it to Aidan, letting him take a drag from it without using his hands if he wants. "Why a flamingo?"

Lex's tattoos are... well, they're solid. Cohesive, in the sense that there's little no skin betrayed between each pattern. As for what each pattern is... well, that would probably take more explaining than the youth is willing to give at the moment. As willing as she may've been to rattle off the business spiel, the silver-haired woman still remains the more... sober of the three. In fact, it was only a matter of time -- "Hey, you guys... real sorry, but I think I'm gonna have to skip out on breakfast. I don't think that hangover's done with me yet." There's a slight squeeze of Aidan's hand, before she's releasing her grip. Letting it go, if he lets go.

Aidan definitely takes that drag, and definitely without using his hands, as well. Hands are busy! "I dunno, I just like them," he says, shrugging. "They make me happy." He thinks about it a moment. "They're just kind of bright and cheerful and summery feeling. Like pineapples and hawaiian shirts and stuff." So, very deeply personal and meaningful then.

And then Lex is trying to be the one breaking the hand chain, and he studies her a moment, brow furrowing. Whatever he sees, it seems to leave him faintly... unsettled. Concerned? Worried? A tiny hesitation, and he squeezes her hand both in return and to keep hold of it a moment, long enough to lean over and kiss her on the forehead. THEN he lets go. "Okay, I guess. If you have to. ...Feel better. You know more or less where we'll prolly be if you do." Plus she has his number for sure. Probably Baylee's too at this point? He studies her a moment longer, still with that faint whatever-it-is, before giving her a smile, smaller than earlier ones, and squeezing Baylee's hand in turn. "Maybe we should bring some back for them," he suggests to her. 'cause he's been assured Jay exists too!

There is a curious look cast towards Lex when she's the one that puts on the brakes and decides that it is time to go. In fact, Baylee doesn't say a word about it, she gets it. At least she thinks that she does, and thus she allows Aidan to handle the whole thing without her active involvement. She just stands there, waiting, half watching.

Sort of giving them some kind of privacy. Sort of. When he brings up bringing waffles back though, she nods, "We could do that...bacon, too. If we're going to bother with the waffles, might as well bring the whole breakfast back. Eggs?" The eggs she's more uncertain about the quality of after transporting.

Lex's gaze meets Aidan's for a moment as the man draws closer, 'brows even knitting slightly at the kiss, but then she's nodding to the various conclusions and suggestions. Take-out? Sure. Bacon? Not exactly hangover-friendly, but at this point, it wouldn't take much of an empath to sense that the silver-haired youth simply wants... away. She tried. She failed. Now it's time for retreat.

And so they're both tipped a smile that doesn't quite make it to sincere -- it tries! -- and then she's turning on a booted heel to start back in the direction they came. It couldn't be that far away.

They didn't get very far at all, really. Sometimes life's just determined to throw around the metaphors. But hey, at least they kind of got somewhere? ...let's just ignore the part where there's literal backtracking. Long-form analogies is part of what got them all into this spot.

Aidan sends a more-clearly somewhat worried look over his shoulder after Lex as she goes, then turns forward again and gets back to walking, with a sigh. "Bacon," he agrees, "and probably eggs are okay. Like, scrambled? That nukes okay usually." A glance toward the sky. "Maybe some fruit? That's good for hangovers." He shifts his weight a little in the next step, enough to bump his upper arm against Baylee's affectionately.