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[shrimpydinks]

The Crow

Deep within the cosmos, there lays a being that has long since lost its mind. It hides itself in plain sight, blending in with a crowd that does not know it exists. A being searching for stardust, Picking up pieces of something long scattered and lost. Here in the cavern, it has found its sheep. A star child lost amongst the void, found by the mad Crow.

[siverwrites]

Roast Chicken Nostalgia

AO3

A small belated @fyeahghosttrick Ghost Swap treat for @sheepins for the prompt: "Cabanela and Lynne's mentor/student relationship in the main timeline! A hilarious and bittersweet take on this where Cabanela realises how much she's like Jowd would be perfect."

You had so many great prompts I couldn’t leave them be!

Their lunch at the Chicken Kitchen was a multipurpose one, the beeest kind. It was a chance to celebrate Lynne’s promotion to detective and a chance to scope out the place. Not that Cabanela needed to; he knew the place back to front thanks to the many—far too many yet now not enough—meals with Jowd. It was also a chance for Lynne to vent out her current issues with her first case in her new role.

“It’s all there, I’m sure of it,” she said waving a fork full of chicken to emphasize her point. “I checked all the entrances, but the perp may as well have been a ghost.”

“Aaall of them?”

He waited while Lynne swallowed another large bite of chicken. "Yep. No sign of a break-in and the security cam didn't pick up a thing. I even checked the vents. McCaw seemed to think that was pointless 'cause they're so small, but I fit and if I fit someone else could have!"

Cabanela grinned into his water. Ahh the vents; she wasn't the only one to break that supposed conundrum. How Jowd fit was still a mystery, but out he rolled, waving the key piece of evidence in Cabanela's face with an air only Cabanela recognized as smug, and as he lost that round his wallet suffered another defeat by roast chicken. He made certain Jowd was the one paying for their next meal. His wallet could suffer as much as Jowd’s appetite for roast chicken could take once they were able to share a meal again.

“And what did you find?” he prompted Lynne who appeared more than ready to match up to that appetite at any rate.

“Nothing. All empty; the whole place was clean… Even the vents…Wait.” She hurriedly took another bite like pausing was a crime in itself, and plunged her hand into her coat, pulling out a pink notebook. She leafed through it one-handed, her other hand still occupied with keeping up with the roast chicken demolition efforts. Then she looked up with gleaming eyes. “It was all legal… well up to a point. The first part was. Then it obviously wasn’t.” She muttered a few more things, gaze still fixed on her notebook while furiously chewing. “Yeah, it’s gotta be that.”

Chicken and notebooks. There seemed to be a power in the combination, if not one he ever fully understood—a good pasta maybe—but he vastly preferred to let his thoughts run loose with his feet. But each to their own styles, shared as they appeared to be. He watched Lynne polish off the rest of her chicken and jump up.

“Thanks Inspector! I gotta get back to the station and check a few things.”

“Go get ‘em baby!”

Cabanela watched her leave before retrieving his wallet to pay the bill. He’d like to think she’d learned from him but ultimately it was clear whose influence still held strongest. He gave the plate of chicken bones a faint smile. Nothing like it.

[misshelved]

On another note, is there a blog out there devoted entirely to sheep? There are not enough fluffy sheepins on my dash.