This choice: Tara has laid out lunch next to your home. • Go Back...Chapter #35Tara has laid out lunch next to your home. by: knuckles   From your lowering perch, you notice that Tara was sitting cross legged not far from the base of the tree, not far from your shelter, and has laid out a thermos and two brown recyclable plates (of course you smirk), currently she was reaching into her large light red backpack, pulling out a sealed green sandwich wrap, then a bag of chips, and what looked to be a small sealed wooden container of guacamole dip. Looks like she's not yet ready to work on her paper. Considering what you had subsisted on much of these last few months, this could be a welcome change of pace, but you weren't sure about how much this may pollute your survivalist studies. Well, more than they already had been. Your consternation is broken by the elevator finally touching the ground. You open the makeshift door and proceed towards the massive meal.
As you approach the plate nearest your shelter, yours you presume, you see that Tara has taken note of your approach, and begins placing small sized pieces of her lunch on your plate. You reach the base of the plate, even it is taller than you, the curved edge a good foot or two above. You jump, and using a combination of the suit and the strength you've built over the months, pull yourself swiftly over the lip, before rolling unceremoniously down into the plate itself. Your mistake earns you a little giggle, well, loud to you, from Tara. "Smooth" she says. Swallowing your embarrassment you return to your feet and begin walking towards the middle of the plate where she has placed your "half" of the meal. Even with her care, the piece of wrap is twice your size, the chip four times, and you could curl up inside the drop of guac and go unnoticed. A shudder of what that might lead to runs through your body. But no worries, Tara not only has her own plate, but knows exactly where you are. No chance for an accident right? The fact that you are not far above crumb sized on a giant's plate does not reassure you though.
"Thought we could both use a little lunch before we go about our days, right?" She smiles as she picks up the grossly gigantic sandwich in one hand and pulls it towards her eager maw. It's impossible not to stare as her you tall teeth bite off a portion several times your size and begins chewing. She glances down, expectantly looking for you to take a bite. You quickly snap out of your captivated stare, walking towards the chip, you grab its rough texture surface and break a piece off the edge, a hardly noticeable piece. "So that's what you call procrastinating eh?" You grin, she takes in the comment a moment before guffawing, to dangerous results. Several clumps of semi-chewed food explode out her open mouth, like a dozen medium sized sticky rocks falling off a cliff, several flying in your general direction. Moving quickly you take shelter under the upturned portion of the chip in front of you, several squishy impacts begin occurring in your area, one basketball sized mushy "rock" landing a dozen yards to your rear with a disgusting splat. Tara takes a moment to cover her mouth and finish her laugh, before realizing in horror how gross her little action must have been, not to mention hazardous. "Omigod, I'm sooo sorry! That was, I was...fuck. You alright?" Slowly you walk out of your shelter and wave up. "All good."
"Jeez, this is hard, dealing with a small person, its like everything is dangerous, every act has a big impact. Not that I'm not enjoying it...it's just...difficult." You nod, "Yeah, this is definitely going in my notes, the impact of regular sized humans interacting with shrunken ones, not sure where it will take me yet, but I think...WHOA!"
While you were expounding on the possibilities of a new paper, you hadn't noticed Tara reaching down to grab the plate, your platform, and hurriedly raise it up to her face. You are knocked to your ass and can only hold onto your current position, finally pausing below her nose, her attention focused on you, red in the face. "PLEASE DON'T PUBLISH ANYTHING ABOUT ME ALMOST COVERING YOU IN CHEWED FOOD...OR TYING YOU TO MY HAIR, OR ALMOST CRUSHING YOU, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!" She was not talking softly anymore, her voice raised in fact, and your position so close to her face gave you her at full near deafening volume again. "Easy! I'm not deaf!" Your pleading has an immediate effect and Tara's eyes soften, realizing once again she had made a giant-tiny mistake. Rising to your feet on your now unsteady platform you speak up to the embarrassed girl. "I wasn't planning on using names, hell I don't even know who if anyone will read or believe what I do put out! I don't even know WHAT I will put out. No worries, ok?" She doesn't calm down completely, pleadingly staring at you, sadness present. "Thanks, that would be super embarrassing." She exhales and buffets you around, she notices you stumble. "SORRY! And I keep fucking up, I must seem like such a monster to you."
You don't immediately respond, contemplating your response, but you go for honesty. "No, not really." "So I'm just kind of a monster?" Her whine threatens to lead to more problems and you quickly respond, "No, not at all, like I said, good person and all that. It's just at your size, compared to mine, you're closer to a force of nature, and those can be scary, believe me. Everything you do has a big effect on me and my surroundings. But that doesn't make them monstrous, in fact they can be beautiful to behold, one just has to be careful around them you know?"
She mulls over your words for a moment. "Ok that's a bit better I guess. A force of nature eh? I could get used to that. A beautiful one at that too right?" She shoots a sidelong glance your way and you avert your head. "So, erm...wanna actually eat your food instead of spreading it all over the forest so you can get to your dumb paper already?" She lowers you steadily towards the ground again. "Careful little man, you're giving lip to a 'force of nature'. I thought scientists were supposed to be smarter than that." Her grin gives away the game, but a small part of you does feel a bit nervous at her confident control. "I WILL be a lot more careful though. Even if you make silly comments like that." She smiles at you, a little tongue peaking out of her grin.
The plate reaches the ground, and you stare back up at Tara as her face contorts a bit with disgust, you are confused as she says "Hey get off real quick so I can clean this up." Her hand not gripping the side of the plate descends and extend the pointer finger near your position. You understand her purpose and dutifully climb onto the tan whorled surface. It raises every so slightly and you look below to see the surface of the plate moved quickly to the side. She turns the large structure upside down with total ease, and gives it a few mighty shakes. It seems she is not totally successful, as you notice a few pieces of food stubbornly refusing to come loose. Huffing, she gulps down a few hot air balloons worth of air before blowing hard on the plate with a strength you expect would give a Category 5 hurricane a run for its money. She inspects it again, frowning, before returning it under her own plate, stacking it underneath. "Guess we'll have to share plates too." She lowers the horizontal tower of her finger to her plate and you jump off. From here, you begin to miss your comparatively barren plate. To your left, the wrap, minus one large mouth sized hole, rises fifty feet over you and about a hundred feet long, dozens of chips of varying sizes, most larger lie scattered to your right. Directly behind you, a couple dozen feet, stands the open aired, side silo that contains the previously covered guacamole. Despite her promise to be more careful, you felt decidedly less at ease as a tiny morsel on this plate for the gods. Speaking of the gods, your position is now at the base of Tara's crossed legs, above which her body rises so high to meet her face, currently facing towards her thermos, where the hand that just held you now reaches toward, looks like she's taking a swig. "So what are some of the more interesting things you are planning to write about?" She says, her focus on the thermos however as her fingers grip the building full of liquid and begin raising it above your position...
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