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∞ 87: Rooftops [action]

[Around mid-morning, Albert can be seen picking up small things in the plaza -- nails, pens, groceries. He doesn't often do this, but it's been a week since he gave Caesar the task of repairing the stable, so he finds himself inspecting and repairing the amateurish work. That requires a few extra building supplies. Might as well take advantage of how calm everything is with the New Feathers coming in, right?

Albert spends the afternoon pulling out half-bent nails and readjusting crooked wooden slats. He can't say that he's disappointed, since Caesar actually tried to rebuild the stable's roof, but he can have the opinion that did a really shabby job. Silverbergs were apparently not very good roof-builders.

In the evening, after dinner, he'll be found up on house 42's roof, having climbed up through the skylight. It's something he's never really taken advantage of, and yet there's something familiar about it. He remains out there for a good while, almost meditating.]

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You guess. [He shakes his head.] The same way "you guess" you can rebuild a roof?

That depends. Should it be the same?

That depends. Should I be prepared to cook dinner even when "you guess" you can cook?

I know I can cook. I guess I can do it so you don't have to. [HUFF.]

Then perhaps you should make use of your knowledge for once.

That was the idea. I'm not sure if I want to anymore. [Jerrrk.]

You didn't seem thrilled at the prospect in the first place, so no harm done.

Of course I wasn't. It would mean I actually have to do something today. But I did offer. [You know. Unlike with the roof.]

[What. Albert saw no offer. Just a reluctant ... something.]

...In any case, dinner will depend on when I finish the roof. So if you want your dinner at a reasonable time, you should-- [~~stop bothering~~ ~~preoccupying~~ ~~distracting~~] --let me get back to work.

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What am I supposed to do until then? Go back to sleep? [He should be okay with that, but somehow, he doesn't seem pleased.]

You sound displeased with that idea. [Totally hiding his amusement.] How unusual.

Because- [Yes, this is about the roof.] I don't feel like going back to sleep yet, that's all.

I see. Then what do you propose as a solution, Caesar? [Yes, he wants you to come up with something.]

Let's see. I suppose I could sit here and bother you until you finish. Or maybe I could make dinner anyway, and it'll be finished by the time you're done.

Which of those would you prefer to do?

The first, of course. [He shrugs.] But the second might be more productive. Maybe.

But you aren't obligated to be productive.

Would you rather I not be?

I would rather you took initiative once in awhile, but that has been hit or miss for quite some time.

Right. And this is no exception. But if you're going to be working all day, fixing my mess, then it's the least I can do, don't you think?

[tonelessly] I'm so grateful you actually considered my feelings, Caesar.

Good. I'm glad you think so. Besides, I'm not doing anything better. It's okay to do something like this once in a while.

Then you should probably get started, if you have made your decision. [He's being so dismissive.]

And let you work in peace? I'll think about it.

[He lets out an exaggerated sigh.] And here I had thought I was rid of you.