Beyond the Shadow of a Doubt: Hunter x OC

Further Developments

Family dinners were one place where Hunter felt he could truly relax. Surrounded by the people he enjoyed most, safe and satisfied, it had a grounding effect and he held a deep gratitude for the weekly tradition. He leaned back in his chair, finishing the last of the juice he'd come to love since arriving. It was a local concoction of fruits and nuts, blended and pressed by hand through fine mesh, and had a rich, complex flavor that seemed both sweet and savory at the same time. In keeping with most of the naming conventions of the island, which included places like The Cobbles, Town Square, and The Forest, the locals had kept it very simple and straightforward, calling it Lo Juice officially while most people simply referred to it as Lo.

"Thanks for saving this for me," Hunter said to Phee, who had commented as she poured his glass that it was the last of their bottle, and she'd forbidden Tech from drinking it until family dinner. There was just enough for him, Hunter, and Omega, who all shared an affinity for it.

"Sure thing," she answered, casting a smug glance at Tech, who frowned in harmless exasperation.

"It seems ridiculous that one cannot enjoy the beverage of choice in his own home simply due to the imminent arrival of a sibling who, in virtually every possible scenario, should have no problem procuring his own bottle of said beverage."

"Thanks to you too, Tech," Hunter said, lifting his empty glass in a toast. Tech shook his head, opting to change the subject.

"This vegetable side dish you prepared was excellent. It is not within your usual realm of cooking. What inspired the new endeavor?"

"It was delicious," Phee agreed, her thigh resting against Tech's as he sat beside her – a minor yet meaningful form of physical touch that he appreciated. "Where'd you find this stuff?"

"Lyra gave them to us. From her garden," Hunter answered, secretly pleased to see that the serving dish was scraped clean.

"Lyra, huh? And who might that be?" Phee tipped her head, regarding Hunter with a little too much scrutiny for his tastes.

"She works at the school. Omega enjoys talking to her, and she's been helping her a lot with applications and internship stuff. She ran into me one morning when I was coming back from an empty hunt and sent them home with Omega later on... 'so we wouldn't go hungry'," he echoed, a tinge of sarcasm in his voice as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"Huh. Well that was kind," Phee remarked, eyes twinkling. "You should bring her next week."

"What?" Hunter blurted out, noticeably quickly, "Why?"

Phee laughed at his response, shrugging her shoulders with nonchalance, "Why not?"

"I mean... She's just some lady from school. She's not family."

"She could be," Phee answered in an almost sing-song voice, taking great pleasure in Hunter's mildly flustered appearance. "I'm just giving you a hard time, Sarge. She doesn't have to be family – anyone's welcome here. I mean, we put up with him..." she tilted her head toward Crosshair, who was distracted in conversation with Omega, and her humor effortlessly diffused the situation.

"How big is her garden?" asked Echo, who had tuned in from across the table.

"Is that a euphemism?" Tech asked pertly, earning a delighted chuckle from Echo, who shook his head as Hunter answered.

"No idea. Why?"

"If she's got a lot of this, it would be a great lunch at the training academy."

"Are you providing lunch now?"

"No, but we could. Sell it for some credits."

"You'd probably eat it all before anyone else got to touch it!" Wrecker accused, breaking into the back-and-forth.