Touch the moon up in the sky – Open To All

[pythianwoman]

Zoey was ensconced in a chair at one of the tables by the windows; being in space still hadn’t lost its novelty, and if she had the option, she always sat so she could watch the stars pass. Although she wasn’t doing much watching at the moment. There was so much to LEARN. On top of all the classes she was taking.

So she sat at her table, PADD in hand, an open notebook off to one side (her notes were in a hodgepodge of all the languages she spoke and included the ones she was learning on the Enterprise, as well as doodles and drawings), a small plate of bougatsa, and another steaming mug of tea in front of her. Study food. Chewing absently on the end of her pen, she continued reading. She was focusing on the mythologies of other planets at the moment; the ones the computer had available, anyway.

Although she was liable to switch subjects at any time.

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[hoodandarrow]

Oliver walked by and glanced over noticing the Russian written in the book. "Your translation is a little off on this one." he says in perfect Russian as he taps the book, "the i should be an R."

[pythianwoman]

Zoey looked up in surprise, both at his voice and the fact that he was speaking Russian. Then she noticed what he was pointing out. “Fuckstockings,” she replies, in equally perfect Russian as she quickly scribbles the correction in. “Not sure how I missed that.” She was more tired than she thought, she realised with some surprise; she always tended to stop thinking completely in English when she was tired, but she’d somehow managed to think in both Russian and Czech at once and end up with a mess of the both of them; she was seeing more mistakes now that she was looking for them.

Damn.

She needed more tea. Maybe coffee.

[hoodandarrow]

Oliver chuckled at the swear word more charmed then he thinks he should be. "It's okay," he says with a smile, "I struggled with Russian when I first started learning it. It's actually an easy mistake to make."

[pythianwoman]

Zoey laughed softly, carding a hand through her hair. Gods she was tired. More coffee was definitely a must. “That’s just it. I’m NOT just starting out. Haven’t been starting out in a long time. I really should know better.” She was just a little irritated at herself, even though she shouldn’t have been. She wasn’t firing on all cylinders, considering she hadn’t slept in who knew how long and was more coffee than woman most of the time anymore. Mistakes were bound to happen.

But she was still irritated at herself.

[hoodandarrow]

"Don't beat yourself up," Oliver says, "mistakes happen when you are tried and you look really tired." He smiles at her."Wanna take a break? I need someone to cheer me on while I choke down the worst protein shake ever."

[pythianwoman]

The look Zoey gives him looks thoroughly, utterly amused. “You certainly know how to talk to a lady,” she replies, teasing. “But you’re right.” She makes the admission easily, maybe because Helena isn’t here, and she doesn’t know him from Adam. “A break is probably a good idea. And I think I can do a decent bit of protein shake cheerleading.”

[hoodandarrow]

"Smooth and easy that's me," Oliver joked with a chuckle, "thought I was beginning to wonder if my playboy skills had gone south on me like everything else."

[pythianwoman]

Zoey let out a thoroughly amused little laugh, ice blue eyes sparkling. “Oh yes, εὔγλωσσος, they’re alive and well.” She couldn’t help but tease him a little more, the nickname falling easily from her lips in Greek.

[hoodandarrow]

Oliver laughs. "I have no idea what you just said, but I can only hope you weren't insulting me."

[pythianwoman]

Zoey smirks at him, blue eyes sparkling. So he doesn't know Greek. "No. Not an insult. Nickname, maybe. But not an insult."

[hoodandarrow]

Oliver laughed warmly. "Okay good I was worried there for a second. How many languages do you speak anyway?"

[pythianwoman]

Zoey thought a moment. “Five, give or take. Although with the languages I’m learning on the Enterprise it’s more likely ‘give’, now.”

[hoodandarrow]

"I only speak three and I'm being kind when I say that," Oliver says with a laugh, "because my Chinese is terrible still."

[pythianwoman]

Zoey grins up at him. “How terrible are we talking? The occasional awkward sentence and misunderstandings terrible, or international incident terrible?”

[hoodandarrow]

"Terrible as in I'm always afraid of insulting someone,' Oliver says with another smile, "I'm even afraid of showing you for fear of saying something about your mother."