Scott apologizes for his willful misconduct of the Long Island Iced Tea Incident and Jaal apologizes for making Scott look like a bathroom clown.
Lexi's psychology degree certainly was getting some use today. She stood next to the table, hovering over top the two she had forced to sit and talk and crossed her arms over her chest like an angry mother. "Now. What do we say?" Lexi asked.
Scott sighed, though he kept staring at the table just in front of Jaal. "Jaal, I'm really sorry about the alcohol thing. I know, it was wrong, but to be fair, Gil and Vetra didn't say anything either..." Peebee leaned over and hit him on the arm with a spoon. "Ow! What was that for?!" he asked.
"Lexi told me if you ever start saying something stupid I should hit you with a spoon," she said as though proud of her role in this discussion.
"I didn't say anything stupid...OW!"
"No actually, she's right. That is stupid," Lexi pointed out. "Vetra and Gil already apologized. You haven't."
Scott sighed. "Alright. I..." He noticed Peebee readying the spoon. "I haven't even said anything yet!"
"I'm still waiting," Jaal said bluntly.
"Jaal, I'm really sorry," Scott said at the risk of getting hit again. "I didn't mean to upset you, really. It seemed funny at the time, but I guess in hindsight it did kind of make you look like an idiot."
"And?" Jaal stated.
"And I'm sorry I almost gave you a coronary with the doll," he added.
"And?"
"AND I'm also sorry that showing you My Happy Horsey gave you nightmares for a week and a half."
"Well, for that matter, I guess I am sorry that Peebee and I made you look like...what was the term that you used, Peebee?"
"An acid trip?" Peebee suggested.
"Yes. That."
"So now we're all friends again?" Lexi asked.
"Yes. We're friends again," Jaal nodded.
"Good. I'm glad that's settled. I'll be in the infirmary if anyone needs me." Everyone else went about their day while Scott got cereal out of the cabinet.
"Could have been worse, Jaal," Peebee pointed out. "You could have pulled a Ryder and shoved boiling hot noodles down your pants to win a bet."
"Oh my god, that was one time!" Scott said as he glared at her over his shoulder.
"Yes. And I certainly haven't forgotten trying to explain to Lexi that I wasn't the reason you had burns there while you were too drunk to articulate," Vetra pointed out.
Jaal laughed as though he'd just figured something out. "Is that why every time we are on Eos people call you 'Noodle Dick'?" he asked.
Scott ended up pouring way more cereal than the volume of the bowl could hold. "Guys, do me a favor and don't include that bit of trivia in my obituary when I die."
"You know you can write your own obituaries before you die, right?" Peebee asked. "I already have mine written up and ready to go, just in case. It says 'Peebee was a vibrantly cheerful character whose life tragically ended after she got into a knife fight with a Roomba from the wrong side of the hardware store. She is survived by one hacked Remnant and her imaginary friend. Will be somewhat missed!'"
Scott sat back down next to Jaal with his cereal bowl in tow. "But seriously, I really am sorry. You're like family and I don't want you to be angry with me forever."
"I am not angry with you, Scott. Not anymore," Jaal promised.
"So, we're cool?"
"Yes. We're cool," Jaal nodded.
He reached out to hug Scott, who seemed relieved that Jaal wasn't still angry with him and accepted the hug warmly. Vetra and Peebee both noticed Jaal slapping a sign on his back that read, 'Noodle Dick'.
"Well...I think it's time to go, don't you Peebee?" she asked.
"Yep. Totally have things to do," she agreed before following Peebee out.
Scott turned around slightly. "Are they laughing?" he asked.
"I don't hear anything. Must be your imagination," Jaal replied innocently.
I wrote this after noticing that Jaal seems to be getting picked on a lot. At least he has a sense of humor about it.