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Who: Galo Thymos

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Where: Kitchen car then the Luggage car
When: Imagination 16 (Post train departure.)
What: Galo follows up with Lio on a promise and they discuss recent events.
Warnings: Arson talk, will update as needed.

[Galo walks into the kitchen car as he tugs at the bottom of his black shirt. So far his search of the train (he jogged most of the way) has been fruitless. But he hadn't seen Lio heading for the exit, he has to be around.

He steps into the kitchen proper and his eyes light up. There's Lio with his back to him, steadily using a chef's knife in a head start on Purple team's chores.] Hey, Lio! Was wondering where you were.

[He sets his hands on his hips with a grin spreading across his face. He'd done his job as a fire fighter today and now that missions are out of the way and all, he can finally help Lio out. He walks over to him and leans against the counter.]

Once you finish that one up, come with me! Got something to show you.

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[The face Lio had made finding out meal preparation was purple team's chore-of-the-month was not a particularly pleased one, though less because of his own abilities (or lack there of) in the kitchen than any actual disdain for the chore. But by now he's figured out that even if he's not exactly the best cook -- and probably shouldn't be trusted with anything more complicated than heating up soup -- he can at least pitch in to prep ingredients. Washing, rinsing, peeling, chopping. That much he can do.

His knife stops as he hears footsteps behind him, and in the next moment the hard lines of his posture ease ever so slightly when Galo speaks. A glance back over his shoulder.]

I thought I'd try to be useful. [It gives him something to focus on anyway. His eyes track Galo as the other man moves closer.]

Show me? What sort of something?

[Not that he's skeptical. He's not. He trusts Galo.

But also he's skeptical.]

I don't think you could ever not be useful. [Galo says as he pulls up the recipe cards and reads through them.] We can come back here later and I'll help by labeling prepped meals.

[Together they could make a lot of prepped meals to cut some time. He tips his head back then finally answers the question with a sly grin.] Anyway, the sort of something we talked about. Got you a spot you can burn whatever you want.

Oh and a proposal too, but we can talk about that when you get a look at your arson zone.

Okay.

[For now Lio finishes the chopping -- a carrot that's been reduced to ribbons -- and sets it aside in a container before gathering the leavings and disposing of them.]

Arson zone.

[He echoes, trying to act like he's not quite as relieved at the idea as he is. The Promare never stop wanting to burn, and he has made it a point to largely keep his flames to himself when they're on the train at least.

It sucks.]

Okay. But if you point a fire extinguisher at me, I won't forgive you. [Now that that's out of the way.] So show me.

[And tell him about this proposal.]

[Is it his imagination or did Lio relax a little in relief? The more he learns about Burnish the more he understands how little he knew about their struggles. Galo pushes away from the counter and motions for Lio to follow him.]

Nah, I'm finding you ways to legally be an arsonist. Give me some credit here! [He waves a hand to the side.]

Besides if I was gonna point anything at you it would be a staff in the training gym. You owe me another spar.

Arson isn't arson if it's legal.

[Lio informs him with an emphatic little jab at the air with the knife that he's just finish washing, drying it off before slipping it back into the empty space the drawer.]

Hmm. Eager to get your ass kicked again?

[As if they weren't pretty near evenly match -- and as if Galo hadn't had the advantage with size and strength with hand to hand.]

Eager to be pinned down again? [Galo fires back with a grin on his face as he heads for the door.]

Just the say the word and we'll get down. [He jabs a finger at him then subsides waiting for Lio to join him. Once he does he leads him back towards the luggage car.]

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[Wow. Wow, Galo. There goes Lio's brain straight to things he shouldn't be thinking about. But you know what, fine? He huffs and follows after Galo.]

Hm. I can think of worse ways to spend the time. Might be fun.

[He keeps his tone its low, soft usual.] But we'll see who winds up on top.

[But he is fully aware of what he's saying.]

[It's a lot warmer in here than he thought it was. Galo cracks his knuckles and tosses a cocky smile at him.] Yeah we'll see!

Anyway, come on. [In the luggage car Galo leads him over to a cleared spot right under the vents. It's a trash can under that spot but, it's something.]

So, yeah. It's a trash can but it's somewhere. But, that idea. Tidus said people on board have been looking to make a forge but, there's the heat issues and smoke. Things you don't have too much issue with.

If you went with it...it lets you burn pretty hot and pull in info and favors as you want.

I'm coming.

[And he is, eager to see what Galo has planned.]

It's a trash can.

[Lio agrees. He was an erupting volcano, a dragon of flame. Leader of the Mad Burnish. But... this is something. And it's thoughtful, and he glances at Galo.] It's something. Thanks. It's a good start.

[And since he's here. Why the hell not. A quick flick of his wrist and there's a flame rolling around in the bottom of the trash can. A glance over towards Galo.]

I'm no blacksmith. But... I could be the forge. [He can provide a fire hot enough to do what is needed without a need for much fuel or smoke.]

Yeah, you could be a great forge! And like I said. You could trade doing it for stuff. Equal on all sides.

Anyone who tries to take advantage will deal with both of us. [He says as he thumps his chest with a closed fist. But his eyes are sharp.]

Recent shit really went bad. But thing that sticks out to me is people were on that planet and trying to sabotage efforts to save it.

[He shakes his head and crosses his arms, leaning back against the wall.] We still don't know much. Except next round of points I'm buying more first aid kits for the medical supplies.

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