She hates her life. It's spring and she's digging a latrine when she should be home with her baby and if she deserts and is lucky enough not to just be shot for that then in a month she'll abruptly cease to have a baby.
Shovel bites dirt. Dirt goes in pile around the red flag. And repeat, and repeat.
Peka offers Peshak the baby to hold and scoops up a microphone, bouncing through the intro.
KARAOKE IS SO GREAT. Peka looks through the catalog after the song is over and finds a duet. "Do you know Incredible Star?"
He bounces slightly on the balls of his feet. "I do! I've been meaning to find someone better than Safi to sing it with on-and-off for ages!"
"I mentioned her earlier, she's one of my drunk coworkers who sings badly. I'll take either but if you don't care I like second part."
He gets progressively blushier and blushier but at no point does he drop a note or step away.
And on the last chorus she faceplants on his shoulder! "Karaoke is the best thing ever," she says.
"Karaoke is great," he agrees, and then, before his nerves can stop him, "--but you might be even better."
"Awwwww, better than karaoke? I must be having a real good day." She pecks him on the cheek.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. "Well, karaoke isn't half so fun without a good partner," he says shyly.
"I--uh--probably. I'm, ah, better at keeping my composure when I don't have to, um, pick my own words."
"That's what the prompt's for! I won't make you do a patter song." She scrolls through options. "Sixteen Roses?"
Well, if he'll sit down she can take back the baby, hand over the mic, and wriggle into his lap and put on Sixteen Roses.
He will absolutely sit down. And stare at her like she's the most wonderful creature in the world and not miss a beat on Sixteen Roses.
"You're absolutely wonderful can I kiss you," he says, all in one breath, when the song is finished.
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