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[The second level of the Gardens is in the background and Netherlands? Might as well be the personification of so done with this shit instead, right now, and when he speaks his voice is tight, not tired.]

There's another goddamned dinosaur here.

[His lips thin, and the next part of the rant is way off-script but like he cares. So done.]

The Gardens aren't the ship's fucking playground. They grow food. Make oxygen. Filter the water. Air, and shit. It does not have to house all of your goddamned pets, or be your living room, or test area, or vacation, or - whatever the hell you think it is. It's a pain in the ass to take care of. Without half of you treating it like it's your right to take advantage of and then leave for the department to clean up. The department isn't big. There's four levels and kilometers of produce to take care of. We'd be too fucking overworked even if you assholes didn't tear up the place whenever you fucking felt like it.

[HUFF. He scowls and crosses his arms, and yeah, he's going to keep right on with the telling the entire ship how he really feels, in vividly pissy detail.]

Stop treating the gardens like they're yours. Because you all suck at owning shit. [Well - a flicker, unsure.] Most of you, I mean.

[Yep and then he's back to business.]

If it doesn't stop, I'm finding a way to lock out anyone who isn't in the department.

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Mm.

[Maybe this is after he talks to Thranduil, idk, timey wimey things. Either way here they are, Ned standing there glowering at the bird-bat-thing and holding his rabbit closer.]

Not yet.

[Timey-wimey indeed. Mordecai is keeping an eye on his bird as well, though he can't really do anything to stop Mijo if he decides he wants to make a try for the rabbit. Luckily, however, while the bird is definitely eyeing the little fuzzy prey animal, he isn't quite hungry enough yet to actually try to take it. Give him a couple hours and he might decide it's worth it.]

Uh huh. What do you need from me, then?

[He doesn't have time for Ned's short answers today, he has thing to do and places to go.]

[Bird-bat-thing you really better not, the rabbit is his baby and he will get into a fight to the death over it.]

Need to know what you're doin'. It'd be less of a pain in my ass if you just joined the damned department. 'Cause then you could type it in.

[And then he rolls his eyes because yes he realizes how fruitless that campaign is. If Mordecai hasn't joined the AG staff yet he probably isn't ever going to. Doesn't mean Netherlands won't bitch about it.]

Just makin' cider, ese, like I said. Stuck it all up on the fourth floor 'cause nobody goes up there, didn't want anyone messin' with it before it's done. That a problem?

[Better not be a problem. Because he isn't joining anyone's damn department just to type stuff like that up.]

Ese?

[Sidetracked by one of Spain's words.]

[Oh goddamnit Ned why is that the one thing you respond to. Mordecai looks unamused.]

Kinda like "pal" except I was bein' sarcastic. [No that's a terrible translation but he doesn't care, it would take too much explaining.] That's prob'ly the least important part of what I said.

I know what it fuckin' means. I just. Didn't know you were Spain's.

I'm not. Never been to Earth. [He's getting really kind of tired of pointing that out to people on this ship but he tries to be patient, he really does. Bunch of damn Earthlings though, seriously, get over yourselves.]

[Yep, all of that, way over his head.]

So you're not Spain's. But you're - whose are you.

If you're tryin' to ask where I'm from originally, it's Artemis. Lelantos system, Large Magellanic Cloud.

So not. Earth. But - [and here he switches languages, his Spanish is clunky and sounds very Don Quixote and 1500s]- but you know what I'm saying. Right now. You, uh. You know his language.

[Wow that's indecipherable, or nearly so, and he has a feeling without the help of the auto-translate it would take some real effort. Turns out the language has changed a lot in four thousand years.

But here, have the same language in a 5300s Truxican dialect.]

Sure. I've heard people call what I speak Spanish here, too. It's close enough, I suppose.

[WHOA WHAT THE HELL IS COMING OUT OF YOUR MOUTH, MORDECAI, HE ONLY GOT ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT HE DOENS'T LIKE IT.]

It's not.

[It's nothing like the words Spain says. No sé.]

[He laughs at that look on Ned's face, then uncaps the canteen at his hip and has a drink.]

See, when people here ask me if it's Spanish, I gotta correct them.

[Ass.

Except he doesn't remember his Spanish insults so he just scowls and throws over a pointed Look.]

[Oh poor Netherlands. The contemporary world, from Mordecai's point of view anyway, must seem so foreign.]

So, about that cider.

What about it.

[HEY he's trying really hard. Someone needs to give him a You Tried To Be Stoic star across the sky.]

[Mordecai does not even bother to try and hide the irritation on his face at that response.]

Hell if I know, you're the one who wanted me to come all the way here to tell you about it.

You want me to tell people not to mess with 'em.

[There's something about that he doesn't really - get. He tilts his head, looks at the .. .Mojo. Thing. Looks at Mordecai and frowns.]

I guess, but hell, they're not really in a spot where anyone's likely to mess with 'em. You're the one who wanted somethin' so what the hell is it?

Right.

[Just gonna. Give his head a shake.]

C'mere. [Said as he turns on his heel and trots off, calls over his shoulder - ] Know how to write, yeah?

Of course I do.

[come on Ned, just because he never finished high school doesn't mean he's illiterate, how very offensive!]

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