2019-11-18 - Post-Tunnel Portlandian Provender Endeavour

Itzhak managed, with a little help, not to cause an incident. He's thinking so clearly about how he's mad at Hya and how he really should tell her about it. But she's going to buy him lunch, so, that helps. Mostly he's mad at himself for being like this, but talking is hard. So once they're back out on Portland's streets, he turns over one hand at her like she knows what that's supposed to mean. "Nu?"

Hyacinth walks like she owns every bit of the sidewalk; head is up, shoes are making that like takki-takki sound. Shoulders back. The answer is bold and factual, but that doesn't mean precisely she's not opinions otherwise. With a dry delivery she informs maybe flattered by the inquiry, "Well I might be losing my home that I pretty much fucking built by hand and resurrected from needing to be demo'd shortly, and life has been jogging uphill. Thank you so much for asking." She's not even bitter at him at least for it, as if punctuated by a lack of glacial stare. She turns her head back and maybe she's informed Vyv of this and maybe she hasn't and really he might be the only one that knows if so. The woman is fairly closed to the world outside of her work and family take-action. She pauses coming to a stop outside the restaurant and her eyes roll up , and hand swings in a circley, "Look, you reserve the right to be unhappy on method but you go from 0 to 40 with a hair trigger. We need answers. You don't need enemies in excess." She blinks to Itzhak letting him process the Hya brand 'apology'.

Ruiz is lagging behind a little, and possibly having a disagreement with Erin over whether he should stop at one of the hipster bookstores they've passed by, or join the others for lunch. Naturally, he's not hungry and saw a copy of what might have been an Octavio Paz anthology (but totally wasn't), and is thus being a crankypants once again.

Hyacinth can't own every bit of the sidewalk; that wouldn't leave any for Vyv, and he's clearly pretty sure at the least the portion that he intends to walk on belongs to him. Maybe it's a joint-ownership sort of agreement. "Whatever it is, they probably have it at Powell's," he points out half-absently over his shoulder toward Ruiz and Erin. Clearly, he's in a pleasant and helpful mood! That must have qualified as more or less a success from his point of view, even if that may partly be because his shoes have not been ruined by tunnel-muck. Hyacinth's remark on her house gets a sidelong glance and a small shake of the head. "We really can't let that happen," he says, but there's no surprise in it, so perhaps she has mentioned the issue before. Her apology to Itzhak is her own issue, though, so he simply moves toward the restaurant door and draws it open for her. Gentlemanlike.

It's really not something to argue over, so Erin smiles, "Go ahead and go to the bookstore. There's fashionably late. Besides, I'd like to find something to read while I'm here and I forgot my Kindle." She walks at his side, there's not so much distance to where they are and where they are going. She's even patient with the cranky probably being frustratingly amiable. "Unless you're hungry and want to just go straight away."

"Nebakh," Itzhak mutters; the Yiddish equivalent of saying 'oh that really sucks'. "Think me and the guys could help with ya house?" He listens to Hya, not looking at her, thinking and cruising along like he's back in NYC heading for the subway, eating up the sidewalk with dem long legs. He is unusually quiet for an unusually long time, trying to process what she's telling him. "I don't like it," he tells her in a low, grumbly tone. "I hate it. ....But I'd hate fucking everything up more." Then he snorts. "Please, I go from 0 to 120."

Hya style apology, Itzhak style acceptance.

He glances back at Ruiz and Erin, and almost he smiles. "What is it ya were lookin' at?" he asks Captain Crankypants.

Vyv's over-the-shoulder commentary draws some sideeye from the cop, who perhaps has some recollection of their first and only interaction. Which did not go swimmingly well, all things considered. His grunt suggests that if he wanted to go to Powell's, he'd have damned well gone to Powell's, and besides, who asked the chiseled pretty boy in the shoes that are totally unsuited to trekking through filthy basements, god, buy a pair of hiking boots already. But all he says to Erin is, "No, it's fine. Let's eat. I'll take a look after." His phone comes out, predictably, so he can hunt for decent places to eat around here.

To Itzhak, with a flick of his eyes, "No es asunto tuyo." Someone is in a mood.

Hyacinth shakes her head just a bit, "There's talk of turning it into a historic site and technically they can as it is part of the Addington Foundation collection. So... we are a Chinese proverb it seems." And these are very interesting times. Vyv wins a small smile for the door and the acceptance is met only with, "I can live with you hating me for it longer than you can live with you hating yourself were it otherwise."Her lips press together but meets with, "We'll see though. I'll keep you informed? I should have time to finish my work before it would have to move, so." She looks back to the crabby Captain and then to Erin with an eyebrow arched, curious. Maybe that's concern or a demand to run faster or an inquiry about why there's no umbrella over her head right now, 'oh, audible gasp!' It's a vague expression but there might be good money to be had guessing concern. It passes, as she does, into teh restaurant.

Erin doesn't respond anything back to Ruiz, just laughs softly and lets him go about his surly mood. Instead, she gives a focus to her cousin. "Do you honestly think we can find answers here that would satisfy whatever it is we broke back home?" Ah, there's her focus. "I didn't realize how much we were tamped back with it until feeling it here again, without the restrictions. It feels vast." Even if it's small here.

Erin makes no attempt to see who or what Ruiz is doing on his phone. She just doesn't seem real interested. She does look at the names of the businesses they pass, figuring on not letting her life pass by, and scenery be missed, with her nose in the phone. "I don't think I've ever been here before. Not that I remember at least."

Itzhak narrows his eyes right back at Ruiz. Erin may take his bad mood with humor, but Itzhak might start a fight. "'Scuse the shit outta me." He takes a sharp swerve, telling Hya, "Get me later," and stalks off down the intersecting street.

They're not totally unsuited, don't exaggerate. It's not like Vyv wore some of his leather-soled oxfords or something. These have treads, even! Subtle treads, but tread nonetheless. And he has an umbrella, even if it isn't drizzling enough that it needs to be more than a stylish accessory right now. "We're always a Chinese proverb these days," he agrees with Hyacinth, ignoring Ruiz's eloquent grunt; apparently, he said all he was inclined to say on the matter and Captain Crankypantalones can take or leave it as he desires. "It just figures, of course, you do impeccable work and instead of proper appreciation someone decides now they'll try to take it for their own. Where were they with that historical site talk when you were saving the place on your own?" Tch. He follows Hyacinth in; he'll hold the door for Erin if she's next, but Ruiz can grab his his own self if he wants it. Itzhak's departure gets a raised brow and a glance, but no immediate remark. Mm.

Could be whatever message pinged his phone just now that's got Ruiz in such a state. He's frowning slightly as he returns it, with a bit more force than probably was necessary. "Look, I'll catch up with you later," he tells Erin, and gives her arm a squeeze before peeling away as well. His phone's shoved into his pocket, and he angles toward one of those goddamned bookstores he was determined to hit up on the way over.

Erin watches him go with a small shake of her head. "Yeah. Maybe." The words vague. She doesn't spend any time watching after him. Instead, she goes inside the nearest restaurant, more interested in having a good time while she was here. Even if she had to do it alone. Especially if she had to do it alone.

Hyacinth looks to Itzhak and says, "We'll save you a seat. Because coffee." Looking to Ruiz and Erin... okay now Erin she tells her cousin, "Vyv and I will find a booth. Coffee around." Her hand slides too Vyv's sleeve. "We're so going the order the shit out of breakfast like it demands us bacon." And with that letting the world cool off she goes inside to just find some damn coffee and brace for Vyv's soul to die a little bit at what they call an omelette. She and Erin may have their hands very full here in a minute.