mlev. Town and ABC. A Day for Flowers

[mylittleeek]

Hound: *brought Ratchet along to the farmer market. Is looking at flowers as he talks to the medic* I think Optimus is worried. What did Jazz do this time? I haven't even heard her music lately. *gently picks up a pot that holds a beautiful yellow rose bush and smiles at it*

Ratchet: *looking around with the air of searching for something important* *somewhat absently but also with conviction* I know he is. Jazz is so bored that she's doing paperwork.

Hound: *looks up from the rose with a stare* You're joking, Ratchet.

Ratchet: *still looking around* No. It's why Prowl was surprised his stack was so small.

Hound: Huh. *then sniffs* I think I smell the garlic Carly wanted us to bring. *looks toward the scent and blinks* No, that's not garlic. I didn't know green onions came that big.

Ratchet: *looks where Hound is and blinks* Me neither.

lady behind the counter: *laughs* Those are leeks.

Hound: *surprised. Only knows about leaks*

Ratchet: *doubletakes* Did you just say "leeks"? *the figurative gears are working in his head*

lady: Yup. That's what those are called. It's spelt differently from the water coming through the roof.

Ratchet: *looks determined and then turns to the lady* How much for a bunch?

lady: Well, these jumbo ones are three dollars each. How many do you need? *shades her eyes and squints up at the white and red bot*

Ratchet: *sheepish and then kneels down closer to her level, so she doesn't have to look up so high* How about three?

lady: Alright. *turns her attention to the vegetables* Go ahead and pick out the ones you'd like. *glances up as Hound makes a sound of discovery and gets up to head for another stall* I think he found Gertie.

Ratchet: *already looking them over* All right. Thanks. *looking for the ones that will be better able to withstand Jazz's grip* *takes him a moment to realize she's said something else* "Gertie"?

lady: Yeah. Garlic Gertie. She sells everything garlic.

Ratchet: Oh. That's what we came here to get, originally. *attention back to the leeks* *points out two leeks* How about these two aaaaaaaand--*points to a third one down the leek way*--this one, please?

lady: *picks up the indicated vegetables* These might be a little tough, because of how big they are. What do you guys need leeks and garlic for, anyway?

Ratchet: The leeks probably won't be eaten. *gives her a small smile* We were getting garlic for one of our human friends, Carly. I'm getting the leeks for one of our bots who's bored.

lady: *the confused expression on her face makes it clear that she doesn't understand why a bored bot would want leeks*

Ratchet: Have you ever heard of a "leek spin"?

lady: *shakes her head as she holds out the three big leeks*

Ratchet: *takes them carefully and then moves to get out his means of payment* It's something going around on the Internet. It involves waving leeks in time to a particular song.

lady: *brows lift with interest* Ah. I don't have a computer, so I haven't seen it.

Ratchet: Ah. Um. *strains to think of something to say* I don't have any way of showing you the visual, but this is what the song usually is. *plays a little bit of "Loituma Polka"*

lady: *perks* I know that song. They play it on the Finnish radio station. People spin leeks to that?

Ratchet: *chuckle* People do weirder on the Internet.

lady: *shakes her head* People need to get out more. Can I help you with anything else?

Ratchet: *looks around* *as he spots something* Can I also get one of those sunflowers?

lady: *looks over her shoulder, then walks over to the oil drum that holds water and the giant cut flowers* Do you want a yellow one or a red one?

Ratchet: Red, if you would.

lady: *gets the biggest red one, which is just newly opened and hasn't a very big centre disk yet. But that disk also shows an unusually dark colour. All in all, this is a lovely flower*

Ratchet: *leans over a bit more to take a closer look* *but will stop if he's invading the lady's personal space*

lady: *looks up as she senses his proximity and smiles, holding up the flower so he can get a closer look. And there behind her are tiny glass vases with a magnet attached to them*

Ratchet: Yes, that one should do. *looks at the vases as they attract his attention* What are those ones back there?

lady: *looks, then offers him the sunflower so that she can have a hand free*

Ratchet: *will take the sunflower carefully*

lady: *picks up one of the little glass vases, which currently holds a spray of cornflowers* It's a vase that you can stick to flat metal surfaces. *holds it up for him to see* Like the fridge or a file cabinet.

Ratchet: *perks at that* I'll get a couple of those as well.

lady: Okay. Which flowers do you want? *grins and shows him*

Ratchet: *frowns in thought, examining the different flowers* I’ll take this one and that one. *points them out*

lady: *sets each little vase and flower into a holding box with "This end up" written on it* *grins up at the Autobot* Anything else?

Ratchet: *looks over the rest of the items and then down at his soon-to-be-purchases* I think I have everything I need. Thanks. *will take the box and offers her his payment method*

lady: *runs the credit card over the reader, then gives him two receipts to sign*

Ratchet: *subspaces his purchases and then uses one of his medical tools to hold a pen that he uses to sign the receipts* *contrary to popular belief about doctors, the cursive is somewhat legible*

lady: The flower won't get broken in there? *looking to where the sunflower vanished*

Ratchet: *reassuringly* I sent it to a different part of my subspace.

lady: *not sure what that means* Okay.

Hound: Ratchet, look at this!

Ratchet: *gives her a knowing smile* It's quite safe. *retracts his tool and moves to stand* Thanks again. *turns in Hound's direction*

Hound: *happy grin on his face as he holds a tiny little plant with fuzzy green leaves and pretty little blue flowers* This is the one I've been looking for.

Ratchet: *looks somewhat confused as he walks over* The garlic?

Hound: *smile fades to slight confusion, but then the smile returns* No. This isn't garlic. This is an African violet named 'Baby Blue Eyes'. I've been looking for one.

Ratchet: *still looking a bit confused* Oh. I think I remember you talking about that one. *looks at it since he's closer now*

Hound: *quiet chuckle. He knows that pet flowers aren't something that most Autobots study* Did you get the leaky plants for Jazz?

Ratchet: *the plant looks pretty, whatever it is* Yeah. I got the leeks.

Hound: *grins and checks his chrono* I guess we'd better get back. We can always come here and look around longer some other time.

Ratchet: Probably should. *agrees* *won't say anything to the last*

Hound: *carefully stows his flower as he heads for the entrance* I wonder if Carly's going to need all this garlic. Maybe I could get a couple cloves and plant them. I hear it's got pretty flowers.

Ratchet: *walks with him* I have no idea.

Hound: *grins once they've left the market, then transforms and heads toward the base*

Ratchet: *shakes his head, smiling, before following suit*


a couple hours later


Hound: *cheerful singing as he heads toward the human section of base to give Carly her garlic* *waves to Ratchet as he goes*

Ratchet: *waves back before going to see if Jazz is still where he left her*

Optimus: *sitting at his desk, paperwork untouched in front of him, as he stares with a perturbed and worried expression toward his CO2*

Jazz: *silently writing a twelve page report on the last scientific breakthrough that the Autobots helped to test*

Ratchet: *comes into the office and takes stock of the situation* *not much has changed, it looks like* *nods to Prime, though he knows he won't see it, and then walks over to Jazz's desk* How's it goin'?

Jazz: *listless and quiet* S'alright, Ratch'.

Ratchet: *looks over what Jazz is writing* *"casually"* How about you take a break, Jazz.

Jazz: Nah. Nothin' else ta do. *doesn't even look up as an explosion in the depths of the basement makes things rattle slightly*

Ratchet: *not too rattled by the explosion as he sends an absent ping to Wheeljack* *reaches into his subspace and deposits the leeks onto Jazz's desk* Don't have too much fun with these at once.

Jazz: *writes on for a few moments at the same listless rate, but then finally glances at the CMO's offering. Goes dead still, and then starts laughing* Leeks! 'N these're dang near my size! *drops pen and grabs one of the vegetables*

Optimus: *mask moves slightly as he smiles, and his optics have returned to their normal colour*

Wheeljack: *happy blurt of humming*

Ratchet: *chuckle* Yep. She was also selling very large sunflowers. *smiles as he gets Wheeljack's response and then sends back a "carry on" ping*

Wheeljack: *more humming*

Jazz: *away from her desk and singing happily as she spins her hand that holds the leek*

Optimus: *can't help chuckling as his CO2 starts dancing*

Ratchet: *more smiling* *glad that it worked*

Optimus: Thank you, Ratchet.

Ratchet: *turns to where Optimus is sitting* Don't mention it. I couldn't take you looking like one of your circuit boards was about to break. *deposits a box onto Prime's desk* Do you want Elita's or should I give it to her?

Optimus: *curious pause as he studies the box* What is this?

Ratchet: Something to help your "formal attire" problem at those charity balls the two of you sometimes go to. I'll probably have to adjust them before you can wear them, though. *sets the other one down, since he can see that Optimus is distracted now and didn't attend to his question*

Optimus: *opens one of the boxes and looks in. Optics brighten* This is a container for a flower, attached to a magnet?

Ratchet: Yep. *nods* I'll have to make a few adjustments before it'll work properly, but I wanted to at least bounce the idea off of ya.

Optimus: *looks up, a grin in his eyes* This is great, Ratchet. Thank you. This one's for Elita? *indicates the other box*

Ratchet: Yessir.

Optimus: You're a genius.

Jazz: *laughs* Yer gonna give 'im a big head, Op!

Ratchet: *shrug* Do what I can. I'm just lucky to've found them.

Optimus: I've felt so undressed at those functions, even with a new gloss coat. *takes his vase out of its box and examines it more closely*

Ratchet: *chuckle* Glad to be of help, Prime.

Optimus: *has quite a wide grin showing in his bright eyes as he finally gently puts the little vase back into the box and offers it back to his CMO* I can't wait to show Elita.

Ratchet: *takes the box back carefully and puts the two back into his subspace* *another chuckle* I'll try to have them adjusted by tomorrow.

Optimus: *cheerfully* No rush. The next charity gala is four weeks from now.

Ratchet: Still should be good to have them adjusted before then. *and it'll keep the Prime from waiting too long to show Elita something he's happy about*

Optimus: *nods* You're right. *looks down at his paperwork, seeming happy to see it now*

Ratchet: *heads towards the door* See you around, Prime. *nods to the dancing Jazz* Jazz.

Jazz: *happy laugh and a wave with her unleeked hand*

Ratchet: *wave back and then he's off to find Ironhide*

Ironhide: *is actually in the repair bay, sitting with his elbows on his knees while Kia tries with might and main to get a rock unjammed from his lower back*

Kia: *standing on the medical table behind him, just a TRYING!*

Ratchet: *okay, not where he was expecting* *and as a trained and highly experienced medic, it doesn't take him long to figure out what's up* Wow, Kia! Just hang on a sec! *comes over to see just how the thing is lodged there*

Kia: *stops and looks up with big eyes*

Ironhide: *lifts his head and gives Ratchet a pained, disgusted, and very slightly amused look that also holds a strong dose of sheepishness*

Ratchet: *turns to Kia* Grab some grease and the crowbar, please. *pokes at the rock* All right, Ironhide, what did you do? *knows that Ironhide had something to do with it* *he's not grumbling and is also sheepish*

Ironhide: *grumbling now!* Crowbar?? Now jes' a cotton pickin'...

Ratchet: For the rock, Ironhide. Unless you want to walk back here and pull it out yourself. Or have me call Brawn.

Ironhide: *wincing* It's stuck that bad?

Kia: *from where she just paused by a doll cradle with Ratchet's requests in hand* Yup!

Ratchet: *takes the items, sets the crowbar down, and starts uncapping the grease* Thanks, Kia. *once the cap is undone he sticks his fingers in it and uses them to put the grease in the line between the rock and Ironhide's plating* *to Kia* How's he doing?

Kia: He's sleeping right now. I wanted to feed him earlier, but he said he didn't think Honeycombs are good for ponies. *worried little frown* Carly feeds 'em to Daniel, though.

Ratchet: *uses a rag to wipe off the excess grease before picking up the crowbar* He may be right. Humans are able to process more than a lot of animals. I'll have to look into that.

Kia: Ohhhh. I just thought it would be good because it had oats in it. *then pauses and scrunches up her face as Ironhide grunts with pain*

Ironhide: *trying to be stoic other than the grunt. And he's still not grumbling*

Ratchet: *surprised at how hard even with the crowbar that he's having to pull* *stops and sees if it even budged* How'd it get in there so tight?

Ironhide: *choked sound*

Kia: *little bounce, now has her arms full of other materials* I'm gonna go thaw Sunstreaker out now, okay, Ratchet?

Ratchet: *just barely stops himself from facepalming* Nevermind. *to Kia* Just be careful.

Kia: I'm always careful. *loving grin for her favourite mentor, and then she's out of the room*

Ironhide: *after she's gone. Gruffly* Said 'e was kickin' it where the sun don't shahn.

Ratchet: I know you are. *returns the grin before turning back to Ironhide's situation* *looks* He's way off. *gives the crowbar another tug*

Ironhide: *mutters and winces and hides his face in his hands* Y'u know that sayin', huh? Didn' wanna... *grunt of pain* ...Go teachin' Kia.

Ratchet: *gonna try again a bit harder* I've been around humans enough to know their tendencies. And I appreciate that.

Ironhide: *face gets slightly red from the strain of his attempts not to say something in response to pain*

Ratchet: *sees if it's even budging* *absently* Want an override?

Ironhide: *hastily wipes away tears* 'M good.

Ratchet: *gets some more grease* Not sure how much longer it's gonna take me to get it out. . . . *decides to take a scan of the blasted thing*

Ironhide: *pained grunt his only reply. And that scan reveals that the rock is quite embedded, and that the inner end of it is broken off to a sharp point and edges. Ironhide has cut wires and lines in there*

Ratchet: *as he gets the results* We're changing tactics. *goes over to grab a couple of things from a counter before coming back* *Ironhide will feel something being slapped on him and then hear Ratchet's cutting torch going*

Ironhide: Hey! *tries to straighten and turn, but winds up kind of tipping forward instead*

Ratchet: *jumps* *luckily not doing more harm as he catches him* Whoa, easy, Ironhide!

Ironhide: *groggy now* Y'u doped me, Ratch.

Ratchet: *retracts his torch as he helps Ironhide to a more stable position* I'm having to cut some of your armor, Ironhide.

Ironhide: *blinks at him blearily* ...Wha?

Ratchet: . . . Nevermind. *sets back to work*

Ironhide: *grumbles quietly* 'Mia said Ah better not git in no more trouble.

Ratchet: *decides he's not going to answer that right now as he watches the progress of the cut*

First Aid: //Ratchet, I have to go help Kia with Sunstreaker on the training field. Are you back in the repair bay yet?//

Ratchet: // Yeah. Working on getting the other end of that skirmish wrapped up. Sunstreaker not thawing out well? //

First Aid: *soft sound of sympathy over comms* //I can hear him screaming from the far side of the field.//

Ratchet: *manages to keep his wince in check* *sighs* // Better make sure he's got an override. //

First Aid: //Doing that now. *voice goes even more gentle* Easy, Swoop. He's not going to die.//

Ratchet: *finishes making the cut and carefully extracts the plate* // I take it Swoop's sim didn't go well? //

First Aid: *sighs, the sound holding deep sympathy* //He accidentally killed his patient. I was comforting him when Kia called me. Wait... a rock? How did Sunstreaker get a rock stuck in Ironhide's armour?//

Ratchet: *sounding like he's remembering waaaaaaaaaaaaaay back* //I know my first few years were pretty rough.// *coming back more to the present* //Um, not sure of the exact method but quite stuck. //

First Aid: *sounds surprised and concerned* //What kind of rock is it? And they were? Poor Ratchet.//

Ratchet: *catches the rock and removes it* // A deceptively pointy one on the inside and round on the out. //

First Aid: //Oh dear. How badly damaged is Ironhide? Shhh, Sunstreaker. You're going to be okay.//

Ratchet: *takes a look at things with his own optics* // A few lines have been cut and he's dented in places, but he'll live. //

First Aid: //Do you need a hand?//

Ratchet: *sets the rock down and gets to work* // I believe I got this, but I'll let you know if I don't. //

First Aid: //Alright. First Aid out. Wait. Where did Perceptor go? He was with Kia when I left the repair bay.//

Ratchet: *stops* . . . *pings the scientist in question*

Perceptor: *sounds very very absent* //Hmmmm?//

Ratchet: // Where are ya, buddy? //

Perceptor: *confused* //I'm currently in the medical lab, reading over the results of the tests that we ran on Rumble.//

Ratchet: *. . . well, at least the mech had an excuse* // Do you realize that you left Kia in charge of medbay? //

Perceptor: //I did no such thing. I left First Aid in charge of the medbay. ...Didn't I?//

Ratchet: *gets back to work* // First Aid says the two of you were in medbay when he went to check on Swoop. //

Perceptor: *sighs* //Both of us were still in the medical complex. Has something happened?//

Ratchet: // Luckily, nothing major. Ironhide's just had a rock shoved into his back, courtesy of Sunstreaker. //

Perceptor: //Oh my stars and garters. Why didn't she call one of us to assist her? And how is Ironhide? How big was the rock?//

Ratchet: // She probably thought she could just take it out no problem, but it was a lot more deceptive than that. Ironhide's currently out. The rock was big and pointy enough to get jammed in there pretty tight and cut some of his lines, but I've almost got the repairs done. //

Perceptor: *soft, exasperated mutter about Ironhide and Sunstreaker* //You've not told Chromia, I hope. The last thing we need at the moment is Sunstreaker in the medbay.//

Ratchet: // She'd have to thaw him out first. //

Perceptor: //Ahhh. Never mind, then.// *does he sound amused?*

Ratchet: *deciding not to go into how Ironhide instigated it in the first place* // So, how's our 'Con-turned-pony? // *finishes up fixing the line and moves to repairing the mech's plating*

Perceptor: *frustrated sound* //I'm afraid I have no idea. I am unable to make any sense of these results.//

Ratchet: // . . . Send me a copy? //

Perceptor: *databursts a zipped copy of the file*

Ratchet: *unzips it and takes a look as he finishes repairing the plating*

Ironhide: *soft groan and turns his head, muttering about his 'Mia kicking his aft*

Ratchet: *no answer as he is distracted by the results*

Perceptor: *waits a moment, then makes his little throat clearing sound* //Do you see what I mean?//

Ratchet: // *absently* Yeah. //

Perceptor: //And can you make any sense of it?//

Ratchet: // Other than something itching at the back of my mind about it? No. //

Rumble: *hiccoughs from behind Ratchet, then yelps softly, followed by a metallic sounding thud*

Ratchet: *startles and snaps his gaze in that direction, ready for anything*

Rumble: *lifts his head from where he's laying on the floor by the table that holds the cradle he'd been sleeping in and gives Ratchet a very confused look*

Ironhide: *mutters about being dead past the hope of recycling*

Perceptor: //Ratchet?//

Ratchet: *stares in disbelief* Rumble! How'd--?! *without thinking* No, you're not Ironhide! // . . . Your scan results are out of date. //

Perceptor: //Whatever do you mean?//

Rumble: *lifts a hand and stares at it, then laughs weakly* I'm... bot again.

Ratchet: *sends Perceptor a databurst of what he's seeing as an answer of "what he means"* *another pause before he comes over and does a scan*

Rumble: *cringes from him slightly, shaking and afraid*

Perceptor: *is the sound of feet hurrying from the lab*

Ratchet: *stops and holds up his hands* Easy, Rumble, I don't mean any harm. *turns back* Hang on a second, Perceptor.

Rumble: *tries to say something, but he's so scared that all that comes out is a tooth chatter. Quick little glance to see if he can see some way to escape*

Ratchet: *quickly gets an idea* // Kia, I need you to comm Rumble. //

Kia: *softly, from the door* Why, Ratchet?

Rumble: *face brightens and he looks toward the door, wibbling*

Ratchet: *doubletakes* *pause before a sigh of relief* He needs some help calming down.

Kia: *standing there with First Aid, who has Sunstreaker in his arms* *softly* Ohhhh. *comes right in, looks at the cradle, and then at the little bot on the floor. Hurries over and kneels beside him, offering hugs*

Rumble: *hides against her. Quietly, with no trace of his characteristic braggadocio or insolence* Kia!

Kia: Shhhh. It's alright. Ratchet just wants to make sure you're okay.

Ratchet: *stays where he is while he waits for Rumble to calm down but looks over at First Aid* How's he doin'?

First Aid: *softly* He's going to need some care. The nitrogen freezing burst some lines and scrambled his neural net.

Rumble: *relaxing, but then sees Sunstreaker and curls up in a ball*

Kia: He won't hurt you either. He can't. He's too sick.

Rumble: *no gloating, but his expression says he's rather glad that Sunstreaker feels cruddy right now too*

Kia: *softly* Can Ratchet scan you? I'll take you to a bed you fit in afterward.

Rumble: *peeks uncertainly at Ratchet, remembering encounters with the Autobot CMO*

Ratchet: *sighs* *to First Aid* All right. Go ahead and stick him on one of the benches. *to Perceptor* Ironhide's almost done; go ahead and give 'Aid a hand. *back to the situation with Rumble and Kia* *listens for a few moments* It won't hurt, I promise.

Rumble: *softly* I trust Kia.

First Aid and Perceptor: *wordlessly carrying out orders*

Ratchet: *grateful as 'Aid and Perceptor go to their tasks* *to Rumble, gently* That'll be enough. *gingerly initiates a scan*

Rumble: *fully bot once more, but severely depleted and run down by his uncouth transformation* *quietly leaning against Kia as he watches the medic with no brag and no challenge*

Ratchet: *raises an optic ridge* *seeing the similarities with when they first brought him in* *to Kia* Make sure he gets some low grade and plenty of rest.

Kia: Can I give him a cookie? *rises gracefully to her feet with the little bot cradled in her arms*

Ratchet: *nod* That will work.

Kia: *sweet smile, and then scoops up the two doll babies who'd been sleeping next to Rumble before carrying all three small things down the inner hall toward the private rooms*

First Aid: *without turning* He's still run down?

Ratchet: *gets to his feet with a sigh* Yes. Almost like he was when we found him. *shakes his head as he returns to finish work on Ironhide*

Perceptor: I've repaired Sunstreaker's lines. Let's bring him to his private room.

First Aid: Alright. And then I'll go get Sideswipe. Poor twins.

Swoop: *at the door now* Me Swoop got him Swiper.

Ratchet: *will wait before bringing Ironhide back to normality then*

Perceptor: *to Swoop. Gently* Bring him along, then.

Swoop: Me Swoop bring. *sounds sad beneath his customary perkiness as he follows the red scientist and First Aid down the hall*

Ratchet: *gears working as he watches them go* *But not that Gears*

Perceptor: *comes out of the twins' room and goes down the hall to check on Kia and Rumble. Has a forgotten doll pony in his hand*

Ratchet: *smiles and shakes his head when he sees that* *turns and reverses the pain override on Ironhide*

Ironhide: 'Mia's gonna scrap me.

Ratchet: *promptly reaches into his subspace and hands him the large, red sunflower* Here, a peace offering.

Ironhide: *takes flower and gives it a long, fuddled look. Then slowly cracks a smile* S'a red flowah jest her sahz.

Ratchet: *but ya didn't hear it from me* Yep.

Ironhide: *tears attention from flower to give his honorary brother an apprehensive look* Y'u callin' her now?

Ratchet: *raises an optic ridge in a "who do you take me for?" kinda look* No, that's your job.

Ironhide: *jag of panic so hard that Ratchet will feel it very faintly. Then sighs and nods* Yeah...

Ratchet: *pats him on the leg since that's closer* It'll be all right.

Ironhide: *shuts his optics off, gripping the stem of the flower gently*

Ratchet: *leaves him to that as he starts to clean up the medbay*

Chromia: *comes in a few minutes later, a big soft doll that Kia had been admiring on Etsy in one hand. Offers doll to Ratchet, a slight grin turning up one corner of her mouth*

Ratchet: *looks over* Hello, Chromia. How are you--*stops when he sees the doll* *question answered when he sees her face* *takes it gratefully* Thank you.

Chromia: *little grin grows just a bit* Elita 'n I decided ta do a little shopping. *gives honorary brother a peck on the cheek, and then looks toward her mate*

Ratchet: *aww, shucks*

Chromia: *chuckles and pats him on the shoulder, then turns and walks over to look down at her mate*

Ironhide: *muzzy and hopeful smile as he holds the flower*

Chromia: Y'u're too darn cute, old man.

Ironhide: *sigh of relief*

Ratchet: *eventually recovers from his "warm and fuzzies" to watch Ironhide's* *smiles at the results*

Chromia: *turns with flower in hand* Kin I take 'im home?

Ratchet: Sure. Just makes sure he takes it easy for a while.

Chromia: *grins and turns to help her mate off the table*

Perceptor: *out of Rumble's room and goes to see what Swoop's doing in his latest cleanup the medical complex campaign. Waves to Chromia in passing*

Ratchet: *looks down at the toy before turning to survey the situation*

Chromia: *chuckles* Go check y'u're baby.

Ratchet: *silly salute* Yes, ma'am. *smiles like his younger self and then goes to find Kia*



((co-written with random_xtras))