I'll drink to that -- whatever that is! Cheers! [open]

[encourage]

Sakura had scoped out the Drunken Dragon before, if she'd never spent time in the tavern, even with Kang making a point of letting it be known alcohol wasn't the only thing offered at the tavern. Sakura hadn't been too inclined toward fruit juices in the last few whatever units of time since she glooped out of a pod and got felt up in the cleaning chamber. In fact, the ship as a whole made her relationship to odd (and familiar) viscous liquids rather chancy altogether.

None of this was on her mind tonight. This morning. This afternoon. No, whatever actual time this was, the Melting Clock was destroyed, the last few missions that had been chancy for crew were over and no casualties were reported to depress everyone, the Ohm weren't currently about to be directly engaged, Sakura and most of MedBay staff that could afford to be off shift were off shift (if Henderson didn't show himself, she'd be sad, and by all means Rory better be here after his last few "weeks"), and most importantly?

She would never have to talk or hear from Analog again.

"Here's to surviving the last few," she trailed off, "Last few crises, and whatever else is coming! Cheers!" She held up her clay mug to anyone in the general vicinity, tacking on a silent, Wish you were here, everyone. And I hope you cough up a cog or two, Analog!

[ ooc: Please, thread-jack with vigorous energy and wild abandon! ]

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[governorkang]

"That's really not a word I'd ever thought would be associated with my kind," Kang said dryly, and then he blinked. "Practical thing?"

[encourage]

"Timing," she tried to explain. "Being new."

[governorkang]

Kang snorted, pouring himself another shot, "I could have sooner, you know. I never saw the attraction in other races, though. Didn't really care to try and find out." And the fact that it wouldn't have been willing on the other's part had always made him very uncomfortable.

[encourage]

Sakura held off on anything else being added to her system for the moment. She felt nice and cozy in her own skin. Maybe even more than normal, and warmer than usual to boot.

"So you waited for someone of your own race." She couldn't really imagine fraternizing with someone not human, but she guessed... others could. Her mind glossed over the not so pretty details of war, and the attached associations where "could have" and "try to find out" had nothing to do with emotional investment in any other being. "And that was forty-three years in coming."

She was cradling her chin in her hand by then, resting her elbow on the table.

[governorkang]

"It wasn't a matter of waiting, it was mostly a matter of not caring," Kang shrugged. Why was he even still discussing this? "Remember, we didn't even know females were created until decades later."

[encourage]

"If not all draconians didn't care." Funny the kinds of hazy connections this made in her current state of mind. "Still kind of weirdly romantic. Not like..." what was romance even like? "Confessions in spring, flowers, poetry. The patience."

She was on a p-word binge 'tonight.'

[governorkang]

Kang blinked, and began to laugh, "If I did anything like that, Fon would think I'd gone insane or someone else had taken my place. We never do things like that."

[encourage]

Sakura joined him in laughing a moment later, grinning up at Kang as she straightened. "I'll have to take flower arrangements off my list of draconian okay house warming gifts for when she wakes up." And optimism, ridiculously, out of the rest of the muddled, warm haze she was currently enjoying. Yes, mental note on those flowers. Definitely no flowers. Maybe she could give some to Zouichi. He might like floral arrangements. Or Miku? Miku was Japanese...

[governorkang]

"Definitely no flowers," Kang agreed, leaning back in his seat. "We're more... practical about gifts. I bought her a dagger once, a nice one. She didn't like the one she already had because it was poor quality."

[encourage]

She didn't even realize she nodded in approval, if daggers weren't really shinobi style. "Quality's important," she declared, quite pleased to agree with, well, herself. "You pay for it, but a kunai that lasts you ten, twenty years is so much better than the one that stops throwing true after two. Practical gifts make sense."