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Challenge #03031-H108: Love Her to Education
What if someone loves a member of the Family, but has to learn to cook. – Anon Guest
As far as love is concerned, there are levels of adoration. Loving to distraction is easy. Loving to invention is harder, inspiring the lover to make something initially for their best-beloved. Harder still… is loving to education.
Izzy had been kept out of the kitchen by a series of circumstances for her entire life. First, her parents didn’t want to trip over her, then they didn’t want her in their elbows. Then this otherwise marvelous pair of perfectionists couldn’t stand watching her stumble her way through novice failure after novice failure. She had spent her whole life having other people cook for her, and attempting “five minute” cookery that was set up to fail from the beginning[1]. Until today.
Today, Izzy DuPree was learning how to cook. Izzy loved Mary Rodruiguez to absolute bits, and her Abuela insisted that there would be no useless spouses. Sexuality didn’t matter. Gender identity didn’t matter. Wealth and upbringing didn’t matter. If you couldn’t handle a spatula, you were out on your ear. They were starting with eggs.
Human Sean has invited me to drink with him, and to talk about his woes. After a few bottles he spilled what’s been on his mind. “my friend is three-timing”. I was shocked, I learned that humans were monogamous, of course falling in love with another is not all that surprising, but three?! In that moment I asked “do their partners knows about this?” Sean finished the bottle a new bottle before answering.”they do, and they confessed that that have a relation with the other two”. Confused I’ve asked if he could clarify. He responded that his friend and his three partners were all dating each other. I was flabbergasted, Sean offered me another bottle. – Anon Guest
[AN: Humans are not always monogamous and lots of them have not been throughout history. Happy polycules exist]
Human Sean was not in a good mood. This was evidenced by his stationary attitude that only needed a small raincloud over his head to communicate the depression. As it was, the bottle was not a good sign. Human Sean did not usually over-indulge in alcohol nor sit that still for so long that the local Skitties took up perches on him.
Naturally, as one of the designated Human Companions, it was my job to ensure Human Sean’s mental health… but I was also having concerns for him. Human pack-bonding is disturbingly infectious. “There is a problem? May I help?”
Human Sean noticed me and gestured to a chair. “Eh. I found out Max is three-timing Pol.” He looked glum. This had to be bad news, but I was also unfamiliar with the term.
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Humankind will happily share/shelter tiny pets with/from the universe. Hamsters, flying squirrels, cats, parrots, sugar gliders, lizards and snakes, even dogs. As an unsocial person, I will socialize the heck out off my girl despite my discomfort. As a nonviolent person, I will murder anyone who lays a hand on my baby. How much would I love someone who protected my pet for me? – Anon Guest
This wasn’t the first time Human An had woken up in a medbay. It was the smells that clued him in that this was not his ship. This didn’t smell like the Fortune’s Favour. An instantly knew that he had failed. The ship had died. The fact that he somehow survived meant that the Tralnith had rescued him from whatever he had decided to do to try and save them all.
Such a pity that traumatic injury wiped out short-term memories formed during said trauma. The last thing he remembered was insisting to his crewmates that he had an excellent idea, even though that was a lie. Therefore it was probably some winging-it thing that almost got him killed.
Tears stung his eyes as he remembered Fluffy. He hadn’t got Fluffy out. He had been thinking of all the cogniscent creatures on the Fortune’s Favour and not his dear little companion. Oh Powers, no… The others wouldn’t have thought of Fluffy either. The Medik came rushing in, a lizard, but not like the Tralnith. Different features and nose spikes. “All is safe,” they said in GalSimple. “All crew well. Wish seeing?”
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It had been a few hundred years since the talk with adventurer, the “spa service” was going well and a few innocents would wander in from time to time hoping to be healed from illnesses no others seem to be able, or willing, to help them cure. Surprising how many clerics are not as altruistic as they claim to be!
One young woman comes into the place and sees the lich’s true appearance and, unlike so many, isn’t alarmed by his looks, or afraid. She asks to work for him. It’s obvious she’s very sick, but she doesn’t ask to be treated. Instead, she wants what’s left of her life to mean something and help others like he’s helping them. And, near the end of her life, when she’s too weak to do any work and has become bedridden, she holds his hand and tells him, that she loves him and is very proud of him. What’s a lich to do? – DaniAndShali
[AN: One thousand blessings upon you for providing that link and sparing me twenty or more minutes’ of archive trawling. May you have green lights when you need them and may you always win more money than you invested in the scratch-offs]
Every now and again, as an immortal, one gets to meet the remarkable. She called herself Whisper when she came to me. Her voice was weakening, even then. I could bleed life from the tumour that was bleeding her dry, but I could not re-instate that vigor to herself. She would rally, that was true, when I drained it, but it inevitably came back. It inevitably took more. Physics had cut it, but it came again in other places. Some where no physic could hope to cut it out and have their patient live.
There were potions to help her stay alive. Potions to give her some vitality and vigor back. I knew them well. I offered them freely. She refused. She wasn’t there to take, she said. She was there to give. The fact that I helped her rally was a boon, and my own choice, but the potions… those were hers.
She was dying, and she knew it. I could ease her pain and I did, but she would much rather spend her twilit hours in helping others before she went to the undiscovered country. She had her gods’ blessings and they worked for all. Even the wicked.
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So, based on your story about visiting aliens having to hover their hands over something to check if it was hot, imagine if one alien (or maybe even human) uses it as a pick-up line. Like, they hover a hand over someone’s wrist or hand and they just say “hot.” I think it would be cute! – Anon Guest
Love is many things, but it was never logical, reasoned, or well thought. In literary terms, love is that idiot who dives into a midden for the laughs and comes out with the golden crown. Love is the friends made along the way. So it is when a Havenworlder repeatedly crushes on Humans.
That is, they develop sincere and soft affection for humans. There are very few Havenworlders who can even attempt to crush a Human. Even when they do, the general reaction is (a) positive, and (b) some comment regarding how soft/fluffy/cute/huggable the Havenworlder in question is at the time. They don’t even get mad.
P'taal had what could easily be considered a fatal flaw in that they found Humans to be very attractive indeed. This was a problem because many of them could literally crush them without so much as a second thought. Havenworlders have never had to evolve much in the way of defences, before they got out into the Galactic Alliance. It wasn’t much to be concerned about. Humans would rather break their own heads than harm a Havenworlder.
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![Challenge #03031-H108: Love Her to Education “ What if someone loves a member of the Family, but has to learn to cook. – Anon Guest
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[AN: Has been linked to Engagement Approval Feast by my pal DaniAndShali ]
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