Of Sundays, Margaritas, and Paper Stealing Ninjas
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The Pit, The Chapel
Caitlin Todd and Conrad Hart
24 February 2002, 0840
“I didn’t know you were Catholic,” Kate began as she and Conrad walked to the small chapel on the Pit.
“Since birth,” Conrad replied, “It was sort of reinforced by my time in the Legion too. After all France is traditionally a Catholic nation.”
Kate nodded in acknowledgement as they approached the Church steps. Conrad opened the door and held it, “After you.”
“You’re too kind,” Kate smiled.
“Dad raised me to be a gentleman after all,” Conrad replied.
“Speaking of Dads,” Kate replied, “What do you think of Roadblock?”
“One Hell of a Dad,” Conrad replied, “Taking Todd under his wing like that. That’s something he needs. Not to mention he balances out Todd’s insane likely father-in-law.”
"Aren't you being a bit premature?" Kate asked.
"Have you seen how the kids look at each other?" Conrad countered.
"Touché," Kate replied, as they neared a pew, "And on that note, you're one to talk about insane, Conrad. Seeing how you’ve gone native.”
Conrad chuckled, “Well, mademoiselle, it is simply the way of the Legion to carry on and adapt to one’s circumstances.”
“Like I said, you’re one to talk,” Kate smiled, and then with a sigh added, “What a crazy week.”
“Agreed, but it seems like this is the place Todd needs, even if it is a bit insane,” Conrad replied.
“That’s the understatement of the year,” Kate laughed lightly, “But Todd seems to be healing here.”
“Though he does need to be kept away from BA’s coffee,” Conrad replied.
“I agree, and definitely think we shouldn’t have drank it when we had to work late Saturday night,” Kate replied.
“It was an all nighter,” Conrad began.
“Still I think we shouldn’t have had a cup of BA’s coffee apiece,” Kate replied, “I couldn’t fall asleep for anything last night. Did you sleep at all?”
“Couldn’t,” Conrad said, “One, we were working late and two, BA’s coffee.”
“That was an act of desperation we should never repeat,” Kate began.
“Agreed, mademoiselle,” Conrad replied with a wry grin.
Mass went on without a hitch, much to Kate’s surprise. An entire hour without some kind of insanity? Is the other shoe about to drop? Around here, I'm going to expect that.
“You seem deep in thought,” Conrad observed after Mass.
“It’s been quiet for over an hour,” Kate replied, “I am really just expecting the other shoe to drop.”
“And speak of the devil,” Conrad quipped as Shipwreck and Quick Kick walked up to them.
“Hey guys,” Shipwreck said, “What are you up to today?”
“Probably going to just get some lunch after Mass,” Kate replied.
“Cool, mind if we join you?” Shipwreck asked, “I know just the place.”
“Where would that be?” Conrad asked.
“Why Margaritaville of course,” Shipwreck replied.
“I’d be down for Coconut Pete’s personally,” Quick Kick began.
“You always are,” Shipwreck replied, “I am banned from that place you know.”
“Burning a restaurant down will do that to you,” Kate quipped.
“Hey!” Shipwreck snapped, “There were extenuating circumstances behind that.”
“Margaritaville sounds good,” Conrad replied.
“It’s doable,” Quick Kick said.
“Sounds good,” Conrad replied.
Ok, maybe the other shoe isn’t about to drop yet, Kate thought to herself as she, Conrad, Shipwreck, and Quick Kick headed to the parking lot.