2020-06-23 - Chickens Need Shoes Too

Ignacio died. Opted out of that. Un-ate a bus slowly. Yeah, thanks to someone reading his article (and he presumes) FCN getting pissed about his narrative exposure to their unsafe testing practices? Well the spring was out and early summer taken too. Even with Finch being as gifted as she is that's a lot of pieces to mend back up. The shift in the Veil didn't help matters much.

The truth is he wouldn't be standing in the kitchen at all with Ms. Mags on his shoulder while he's managing making a couple Cubano sandwiches. He hasn't had the energy to do much o anything putting all his will into physical therapy, getting healthy, and still just trying to hold onto some hope and future focus. Weirdly, if anything, the near death experience had the opposite reaction intended to put the author down and he's sort of found some zen in deciding this is where he wants to be and what he wants to get done here.

That lopsided grin warms to the rat-assistant, "No you can't have the cheese. That's for the sandwich. Tú lo sabes!" It's almost all alright again. Outside, though, The Golden Coral Girls, their 4 chickens, all have a new accessory. City boy still doesn't know how to rural. "Pajarito, heeey lunch is about... ready. I think I still got it." Tired from the standing and turning but he's on his feet and the rest. Well he's managing. Good for glimmer and rehab.

The shift in Glimmer has been incredibly worrisome for Finch. That thing she does best, make the damage go the fuck away, doesn't really work like that anymore. This puts a really big monkey wrench in the works where fixing Iggy's leg is concerned. She's still studying up, but they'll need a real surgeon and she and August will have to boost the healing as it goes. It's a lot more dangerous than before, when she could snap her fingers and close a wound back up as if it was never there.

The dark-haired woman comes in from the parlor where she was feeding Lucy and Ricky, the parrots. Lucy is perched on her shoulder as she comes in, the bright red bird with deep blue violet on her breast is a striking eclectus and very much enamored of all her people. Ricky keeps to himself a bit more, other than his total adoration of Lucy. Finch is in shorts and what is clearly a stolen t-shirt, way too big for her, and belonging to her dad if the slogan on it "Como se llama?" is any indicator.

She moves to kiss Iggy's cheek and give Mags a little scritch. "Smells delicious. Sit, I'll dish it up for us. What do you want to drink?" She's been a bit on edge lately, with the police Chief being murdered and her father in the interim spot, putting a target on Ruiz' head. She hasn't noticed the chicken shoes, yet.

Ignacio leans over and soaks up the affection with a smug satisfaction. Screw you gray part of Gray Harbor. Today is a win for food and also the side of tater tots in particular. Turning he arches an eyebrow, "I can do it." It's not a dismissal but a certain pride in this even if he looks a bi wore out.

There's a squeak from Ms. Maggs and a sigh from the chef that follows murmuring, "No, no cheese. It's seriously bad for you. I read online. Maybe if we get a goat-" He stops. well. NOW he said it. He quickly notes to Finch, "Not a shopping request. Also how do people even buy-.... never mind Roen's got one doesn't he>? I'll run a cheese experiment." In the end he takes her up on her offer and wobbles over to the table.

"Uhhh iced tea. I'm good with tea. Soooo..." He sits back and studies her for a moment asking, "You talk to your pa yet?" He's half expecting a retort of Have you? In a bit of optimistic memory he lifts Mags from his shoulder to hand to keep her entertained and give her head a scritch.

Finch busies herself getting the food onto plates and setting them on the table, followed by pouring them both glasses of tea. She grunts quietly. "Just some texts. He's been up to his eyeballs with the Chief being murdered and having his job temporarily. And you know my dad, he isn't exactly chatty about feelings and stuff. I'm going to put a care package together and drop by tomorrow maybe. Check in on him and Itz."

She sets the tea down and slumps into a chair, lifting a hand for Lucy top hop onto to be deposited on the back of an empty chair for a new perch. "How are you feeling today?" she asks him, dark eyes moving over him to see if it's more than just being tired.

Ignacio dips his head in a nod and a slight furrow of his brow. "Yeah I sent him a text just to say hey, thanks for hanging in there. You need family dinner you're welcome over. so." He knows she doesn't mind. They'd agreed on his birthday that while all their families are defunct whatever this is now gets to be what takes priority. Well then he ate a city bus. It doesn't change the overall priority though.

He considers with a head tilt and says "Hey, how about Sunday we do dinner. We bring it to him. It's Father's Day aaaaand he's gotta work and stuff and maybe the support would be kinda cool? Like ... something normal while everything's weird?"

While the eyebrow goes up there's a thoughtful look and he tries to focus on the answer. It's not his leg or his ribs or his shoulder anymore; it's their project. "Uhhh muscles all feel hot like they're tired. Neuropathy down so that thing you tried is doing really well and I went all day last three days noooo sling at all so I'm pretty proud of that. Thinking about hitting up the library though tomorrow. I got an idea while I was playing hide and go soak in the tub withthe legion of rubber duckies."

"That sounds like a brilliant idea," Finch says with a smile. "He said we have to be careful though. Until they figure out what happened, it could be someone targeting cops, and they might try to target their families too." Woe on the idiot that tries to pull that shit around Finch, but it's out there anyway. She bites into her sandwich and makes a happy sound. "So good," she murmurs. "Therapy doing it's thing? Because clearly you can still cook your face off, Figgy."

Ignacio tilts his head back and gives her a long look. Does he take these things seriously? Abso-fucing-lutely. Shaking his head, jaw tightening. "Naw, No debemos ser una víctima. We're no one's victims. We're done with that. BUT... he's got a point. SO... he got anything, ideas, on what we can do to reduce that risk for us and him?"

He flashes a smile and shrugs, "Well the work therapy stuff is...making em journal. Turns out I'm kinda used to that but they give us stuff to focus on. Work through anger and shit, which... feels kinda like bullshit but ya know, I don't like it so... it's alright. I'm...-WE are doing better and I might have gotten you a present for Father's Day." There's a slight smile there.

"He just said we should be careful," Finch notes, then she starts giggling. "Then he asked if I knew how to shoot a gun. Like he utterly forgot I can set someone's hair on fire with a thought." She blinks then at the mention of a present. "I'm not a father, Iggy. You know that's now how things work, biologically, right?"

Ignacio half- grins, wide rolling his eyes skyward, "God there are more shots fired than back in New York and he was worried about my cholo ass. That's got some unfortunate hilarity. " Taking another bite he considers this with a wobble of his head, "Yeah well I don't like prescribing to assigned gender roles. Seems marginalizing and you had to do most of the work for years... also there's a sale."

This pretty much had everything to do with the sale. "I, My Inch of Inchiness, got us a miter saw and a trim gun. Figure it'll be a lot easier doing the things we need to with the proper equipment. Had Ully pick me up and we went. He said he'd drive if he got to harass me."

"Holy shit really!?" Finch asks, wide-eyed and truly excited. "That's awesome!" She moves round the table to throw her arms around Ignacio and kiss him thoroughly. "We'll get some real progress made this way!"

"Well I-" nope all thoughts can now wait. Finch gets pulled into his lap making room for her. If it meant getting lost like this forever he'd sign up for it. Does he still see the wited out fields of endless winter when he closes his eyes? Yes, but right now he is very much alive and it is very much summer here. "Also Ms. Maggs wants shoes apparently too." Too?

"Either way I figure , ya now, now that we both seen the house the way it was we can work on restoration. And I was reading up on different curses sand stuff. Could help make peace efforts. It's at least some place to start to kinda abate the traumas of the property.,, and fix the black mold."

"Too?" Finch echoes. Ignacio. Who else got shoes?" She looks down at his feet to see the same ones. The parrots weren't wearing any, confirmed by Lucy bobbing her head and shouting happily that 'mom and dad are kissing'. She arches a brow at him, but the rest of his words seem to appease her for the moment. "Yeah, we can at least get her back to being safe if nothing else. Especially now that my healing is all borked." She scowls.

Ignacio comments like ti's the most logical progression in the world. "The chickens. It's how out." Brow furrowing he gives Finch that look that is a rather sober look, "Hey, it's not borked. It's different. And you're doing amazing and I know you are tired, mija, and it's not going as you planned. Because you it's going." Looking FInch over he says with a faint grin, "You can still melt things back together. That is super useful."

"You put shoes on the golden girls?" Finch asks, blinking. She slides out of his lap to look out the window at the quartet of feathered ladies who, indeed, are sporting footwear. "Ig, you know they don't need shoes right? Only corrective ones if they get an injury?" Watching them try to walk in them is amusing but probably mean. "Or did they tell you they wanted shoes?" She glances back at him curiously.

Ignacio can't not grin watching them waddle around confused. "Well they were feeling a little un-fancy because Lucy and Ricky were preening a bit so I told them ya know we get new things sometimes. Since I got new kicks and had em in my hand they thought shoes were the way to go. I don't.... think they really get it but it's ." he snickers "it is funny as hell." Could he have cleared that up in concepts? Sure, but this is wildly more entertaining.

Finch bursts into giggles. "Ok, ok we let them wear them for another half hour, then just on special occasions when they ask, deal?"

Ignacio pulls her over and smooches her temple and just watches waddling chicken mayhem at large. They are trying so hard. Life's good like that sometimes. "Deal. I'm going to put a grocery order together for tomorrow on the fridge. Add anything you want me to include. I think... I am gonna call August about a goat tho. Well... cheesy goats."