Tales of the Ice Harpy from Glacia

Karla wasn't sure why she'd been surprised to discover that, in addition to renting the wonderful Captain Chiba and his yacht, Serenity, Warren had also rented them an island. Okay, so, he hadn't exactly rented the island, he'd rented the villa they were staying in which just happened to be situated on an island, and their exclusive use thereof had been included in the rent.

She had tried to laughingly explain to him that normal people didn't do that, that she was a Queen and daughter of a Queen and even she thought renting an island was extravagant, which was when he pointed out that a) they weren't normal by any means, b) this was their last vacation together for awhile, which meant he had every right to be as extravagant as he'd like, c) that neither of them would be comfortable staying at a resort where they'd have to hide who and what they were, and, d) the nonsense about renting the villa, which came with the island, as opposed to deliberately just renting an island which would be ridiculous.

Karla splashed him for the pure, patent nonsense which was the last argument, though she was willing to go along with him with the other three.

That, and, well, who would be that much of an idiot to turn this place down?
( Not Karla, that was for damn sure )

[Mostly establishy. Post co-written by not_a_parakeet. NFB.]

Karla was pretty sure that the real reason Warren had scheduled their trip to Hawaii for a week after their birthday was because he knew how much she'd need to get away from the island right about now. Graduation was bad enough on its own, but added to that was the bad news about Triela, Tara's mom, and Katniss, and Karla was about ready to scream.

( Hello Hawaii. Can I come over? )

[NFB for off-island adventures and for one, please!]

Most people would argue that the beginning of December was a stupid time for a picnic. Of course, most people hadn’t grown up in Glacia. So when Warren had shown up at her dorm room, picnic basket in hand and crooked grin on his face to invite her out, Karla hadn’t given thought to the calendar before she’d agreed. A bit of bundling, a few warming spells and they were off on an adventure!

( Pity they were going to get more of an adventure than they were hoping for. )

[Establishy! NFI, but totally FB. Preplayed with the amazing not_a_parakeet who rocks my world.]

When Warren had suggested a picnic in the park (far from any flamingos) for their lunch, Karla had assumed he meant an actual picnic. A basket, a blanket, some sandwiches, a few sodas, and maybe some fruit for dessert. When they finally arrived at the corner of the park where Warren had set up, Karla realized that they were operating under two very different ideas of what a picnic was.

Snowy white linens covered the ground for several yards in every direction. In the center was--quite literally--a feast: two carafes of what smelled like coffee, a plate of various kinds of sandwiches with the crusts removed, at least three different kinds of salad, Quiche Lorraine, and what Karla was willing to bet was a whole roast chicken. And that was what she'd noticed first; there were numerous other handwavy plates and bowls filled with food, all of which smelled heavenly.

"Should I go change?" Karla asked, looking at the spread before them. "I feel like I should be dressed in something much nicer than this." She was only half-joking, really. "Mother Night, Warren, this looks amazing. All this for just some wing-scritches?"

[For the one mentioned! Warren and the picnic modded with permission.]