Flowers and cookies

[Chronicron]

02.13.828, 8:00 AM Bayport Time (8:00 PM Standard Sirius Time)

A massive silhouette stretched out in the open watery vastness. It's sheer size blotted out the sun, the majestic figure slowly floated by. The deep beneath suddenly painted black. "A rare sight. These colossuses are the biggest mammals known to man."
His calm, yet aged voice could be heard in many wild life documentaries, one that was playing on Trish's TV screen is no exception.

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She was in no hurry. Her house was ready for her friend's visit this time: cookies were already on a table, instant water boiler filled, tea and coffee were out of the bar counter, floors swept clean, brooms and buckets - away in a closet.

She lied on a couch, wearing a slightly oversized cyan t-shirt and black shirts - her most preferable home attire. The documentary she had once considered "boring" was now the central point of her attention. However, not all of her senses were directed at the screen.

Her hangar door was open as always, with both of her ships resting on the inside. Yet the landing pad remained active. She was waiting...