Fourteenth Flight. [text/action for Justice Farm.]

[newberktown]

[Hiccup's trip had been pretty successful, all told. He hadn't had to spend the night in any woods, he'd repaid his friend for good deeds of the past, and he'd finally gotten to say a proper goodbye to the Other Father. Not to mention reunite an old pair, even if Ziva didn't necessarily remember her giant, nurturing owl. Needless to say, he's in a pretty good mood as he and Ziva make their way to the train station, and in sharing his good cheer, he purchases a nice, delicious-looking batch of cookies that he promptly forgets about. In fact, it isn't until they head down the street in the direction of Albert's home that he's reminded of it by the growling of his stomach, and Hiccup gets a few cookies in before disaster strikes.

A stomachache.

He arrives at the Justice Farm via Arcanine, Hookfang oddly compliant with his trainer out of sorts. Because now it isn't just any plain old stomachache. The dog is almost convinced that Hiccup is a fire-type himself, with that temperature! The boy is deposited onto the couch, where he curls up before sending out a quick text to the network--he's really not in any condition to filter it to the residents of the house.]

back in saffron hosue
ziva too

[...Oh dear, that's not proper sentence structure at all. And a spelling error? Horrendous. Any replies to that attack on the Pokemon Common Language will be seen to after he's convinced he's not dying. Which, with how he feels, mind end up being a while.]

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[newberktown]

[Hookfang looks around, pretty confused for a second before OH. OH, YEAH, SHE'S TALKING ABOUT HIM. Of course. In belated response, he puffs up his chest proudly and wags his tail. Hurr, gorgeous. Indeed.]

I guess so... [Still, it might have been weird to suddenly have some kid you don't really know spending the holiday week with you... Oh well.] It was nice, to be around her again.

[And then he notices the book.]

What're you reading?

[doitrockapella]

[She glances down at it, then offers it to him, turned appropriately so he can see the cover.]

It's more a question of what are you reading. To help keep you entertained; it's not easy to rest up when resting means a lot of long hours doing nothing.

[She regards the book fondly.]

It's a Pokemon version, unfortunately, but this story exists in my world, too. It's a fantasy adventure about a world in peril and a boy who tries to save it.

[newberktown]

[He takes it gingerly, as if expecting a bout of the clumsies to hit him and cause him to wreck it. Once he's sure he's got a handle on it, though, a smile curls and he traces the title.]

The Neverending Story... Thank you, Carmen.

[This is rivaling 'Ziva coming to the Justice Farm' for the best thing to happen today. Especially since it hasn't even been half a day of resting and he's bored out of his mind.]

[doitrockapella]

I think you'll like it. He has the help of a rather special dragon along the way.

[And she has long since learned, when in doubt, bait the Viking with a dragon. Works like a charm.]

Would you like any company? Zack, Abbie, Ringo? [A beat.] Me?

[newberktown]

[WELL. That just causes it to shoot right to the top of the 'best things' list for today, if that further perking up is anything to go by. Oh, Carmen, you know him so well.

...Well, technically, almost anyone would know that about him, but that doesn't make him appreciate it any less.]

Huh. [He pretends to think about the question a moment, but the widening grin clamoring onto his face despite the dulling symptoms kind of gives him away.] All those options are pretty good. I guess I could settle for that last one.

[doitrockapella]

Oh, could you.

[That is a mom's job, Viking Son. As is reading to sickly children, coincidentally, so —

She gives Hookfang a friendly shoo out of the way and drags over one of the chairs, positioning it next to the couch on a slight angle, and then takes a seat and plucks the book back out of Hiccup's hands.]

Then I'll do the first chapter, and you can handle the rest on your own.

[SETTLE IN, KIDDO. IT'S STORYTIME WITH THIEF MOM NOW.]