It didn't take very long for them to decide on a place to eat. In the midst of a comfortable conversation, they simply gravitated toward a hut that advertised Thai food. There was only outdoor seating for this establishment; they took a table closer to server's counter, that way she didn't have to jog half a mile with food in both hands.
While Lyall took a moment to chat up the waitress, Hild lightly tapped the space between herself and James.
"I completely forgot," she said, "I should have brought a book for another trade."
"Oh, don't worry about it," he said. "Maybe on the way back we can. I didn't bring anything either. You finished that animal husbandry book pretty fast."
She grinned. "It was actually an entertaining read, as much as it was informational. I've taken note to look for more of that author's works." A bit clumsily, she adjusted her grip on her chopsticks. "Any preferences for you next read?"
James tapped the end of his chopsticks to his chin in thought before announcing: "One of your favorites, if you have it with you."
A pause.
"I promise I won't get water on it this time," he added, taking another bite from his noodles.
Hild hummed a laugh. "While not an ideal state for books, there's nothing to worry about. All of the books have been thus far provided by..." She just gestured broadly around them before twirling a bundle of noodles.
Though, she did bring a few from her own personal dorm library back in the States. Those were actually quite dear to her, but she knew she could entrust James. The pool incident, after all, was hardly by any fault of his own.
She recalled he had himself a mystery thriller.
"What kinds of fiction do you usually like?" she asked.
"I tend to like mysteries, adventures, that sort of thing," James said with a shrug. "Though in all honesty, I've read a lot of different genres. Romantic comedy, parodies, historical fiction, fantasy, sci-fi..."
He twirled his hand a bit. "Nothing's really off the table, so long as it's not trash in quality."
Well, that certainly narrowed it down.
She pursed her lips in thought. "Alright. How do you feel about an anthology? Fjelstad has an extensive library of folktales--"
Tapping the ends of his chopsticks together with a mouthful of noodles, James nodded with a closed-mouth grin.
Hild laughed. "It's decided, then," she declared, voice mirthful. "What would you recommend for me?"
After swallowing his food, James prepared another twirl of noodles thoughtfully.
"There's this book that's about rabbits but it's actually a metaphor for war," he said. "Original audience was children but it got taken out of school's because it was considered 'too heavy' of a subject topic. I guess in that way, it has some controversy, but I've always thought it was well written regardless."
Hild finally managed to wrangle her first bundle of noodles. She hummed with interest. "I thoroughly enjoy the controversial ones. I've heard of it, but have yet to actually read it myself." She took her first bite. "Do you have it on you?"
"Not at the moment," he said. "But it's back in my cabin."
She felt mildly foolish for phrasing her question so. "Ah, yes, that's...what I meant."
James laughed lightly. "I can't give you my rabbit book in exchange for whatever you choose," he said a bit teasingly, taking another large bite.
"Rabbit book?" Lyall suddenly questioned, his grin bemused.
"Yeah," James said, mouth semi-full. "You know."
And then he flared his nostrils, kind of like a rabbit.
"Rabbits," James said.
This did nothing to clear up her brother's confusion. Lyall just tilted his head, unsure of how to take it.
Hild wondered if they should bother clarifying, or to simply leave him in the dark.
"You mentioned your family's farm," Hild said to James, deciding on the latter. "It's primarily crops, right?"
"Primarily potatoes," James said. "Though we do grow other roots and sometimes corn. We keep animals mostly for ourselves, not for profit. So we only have a few."
"Did Hild ever mention," Lyall said, grin turning teasing, "that she used to want a farm?"
James looked at Hild, his brows raised with an amused grin. "Like, one of your own?" he asked. "How old were you?"
Face heating up from embarrassment, Hild leveled her brother with an unamused glare. "I was ten," she said plainly.
"She wanted all the animals," Lyall went on, undeterred. "Said she'd marry into it if she had to."
"We never had pets or anything," Hild tried in her own defense, but wasn't actually sure what good that point would do. And so quickly added, "It was a way of overcompensating for that, I suppose."
James laughed lightly.
"I think as kids we all like to imagine things we don't have at some point," he said. "It's cute you wanted a farm though. I can see that being a cool idea when you're ten."
Hild took another bite of noodles in protest of the turn this conversation took.
"She was adorable," Lyall teased. "If it's any consolation though, dear sister, I did want to run off and join a circus around the same age."
"That lasted well into your teens," Hild retorted, a little more snippily than she intended. "In fact, I'm not sure you ever outgrew your clown phase."
Lyall balked. "I wanted to be an acrobat, thankyouverymuch," he said.
James looked like he was holding back laughter.
"Well, if we're talking about what we all wanted to be when we were ten," he said. "I wanted to be a farmer. So I think I'm the only one who ended up following my ten year old dreams."
"Follow through," Lyall declared brightly. "I respect that."
"It helped that I wanted to be in the family business," he said. "Got my foot in the door a lot faster."
"That does help," Hild agreed.
It was more a help, though, when you wanted the family business to begin with. If not, it became more a point of stress than anything.
"Ten year old James," Lyall said, sounding like he was trying to get a clearer picture, "wanted to be a...potato farmer? Like. Specifically potatoes, or just a farmer in general?"
"I just wanted to do what my family was doing at the time," James said with a small shrug. "And that was potato farming."
Hild glanced up from her bowl, unable to fully hide an endeared smile. It was sweet just how dear James's family was to him.
"Eldest of three, right?" Lyall asked.
"Yeah," James answered.
Hild wondered if either of his siblings were likewise drafted for military service. Or perhaps they were spared since he had already served.
She'd already discovered that time of his life to be particularly tumultuous, though, so she didn't bring it up.
"Are they likewise appreciators of literature?" she asked instead.
James laughed lightly. "My little sister likes stories, but she's not as much of a reader as she used to be. Honestly, she'd rather hear them than read them. Petrus, though, he's really not as interested in those things. Sometimes I can convince him to watch a movie, but even then he gets distracted in the middle usually."
"They sound like our brother," Hild said with a warm smile. "Enjoys good stories, but usually just can't sit still long enough to finish them. By no fault of his own."
"You're talking about Viktor, right?" James asked. "I feel like one of you mentioned another brother at some point."
"That's the one," Lyall confirmed. Then added fondly, more to himself than anybody, "The little man."
"He's a fan, by the way," Hild added, pointing her chopsticks at James.
James blinked, his brows quirking up in confusion.
"A fan?" he asked, mouth full of noodles.
Hild shamelessly committed his surprised look to memory. "Regrettably, he's a regular observer," she said, resisting the urge to glare at a camera as though it was Viktor himself.
"And," Lyall added, leaning back with his bowl of soup in hand, "perhaps unsurprisingly, he's quite enthralled with you."
According to some morning show segment, most of the world was by this point. Alas, Hild's steel trap mind could not let go of that utter catastrohphe either.
James looked less than thrilled by this news, and he very slowly swallowed his food, nodding at this information.
"I can't forget that the world is always watching," James said. "But I guess I didn't think about everyone's families watching, too."
Picking up her bowl, Hild dismally sighed into the broth. "Mortifying in its own right," she murmured, praying that her own father wasn't watching.
"I guess in some ways it's comforting," James said, poking at his noodles. "And sometimes... not so much."
Glancing up into a corner of the restaurant, James gave a small wave.
"Hi, mom," he said.
Hild resolutely ignored the camera. She'd prefer to speak with her family over the phone, thank you very much.
Lyall, on the other hand, turned to address family on the other side of the camera as well.
"Viktor," he called, "turn off the television and get some damn paperwork done already!"
"Hey," James said, tapping on the table. "You have a phone that works. Use it."
"As it so happens," Lyall said breezily, "I do not have it on me at the moment. This was easier."
"I have a feeling your command probably didn't work," James said flatly.
"You'd be right," Hild said, cracking an amused grin.
Lyall tsked. "Does being the eldest sibling mean nothing anymore?"
"Not really," James said with a mild smile.
At that, Lyall deflated with a small sigh. Then slurped what remained of his broth.
James reached over and patted Lyall's shoulder.
"Nothing to pout about," he said with a teasing smile. "It is just our burden to bear."
Hild rolled her eyes, but couldn't help her persisting grin. "Please, no," she said, "don't validate his theatrics."
"There once was a time," Lyall went on dramatically, setting down his soup, "in history when there was a heirarchy to these things. An order! A code of honor and respect towards those in authority--"
"You mean parents?" James interrupted.
Bubble sufficiently burst, Lyall deflated again. "Well, sure, but after them..."
"We still don't get to be our sibling's parents," James said. "At least, ideally. There's great nuance with each family, but, especially when all of our siblings are grown, you have to let them be their own person."
Lyall folded his arms and mumbled, "Take the wind out of my sails." Then conceded, "Yes, true. But there's still room for holding each other accountable."
"For sure," James said with a small smile.
"Hence, nudging our youngest," Lyall said, "to simply keep him on task every once in awhile."
"And occasionally knocking you down a peg," Hild added pointedly, "to keep you humble."
With a more good-natured grin, Lyall lifted both hands in a shrug. "A system of checks and balances, as you can see."
"Right," James said. "Are all of you guys like that with each other?"
"Essentially," Hild answered. "I'd say Viktor is the mildest of us, as far as the taunts go."
"Ah. And he's always watching," James said with a small grin.
Like a guard on sentry. Hild was never worried that Viktor watched on the regular, though; he could be trusted with the bigger 'hide from your dad' kinds of things.
"What about your siblings?" Hild asked.
James raised his brows.
"Oh. Well, there's a bit of a bigger age gap between us, so I think that affects things. We get along alright now, but I'm older than the both of them by at least four years. They tend to tease and bicker with one another a lot, and they've never been shy about teasing me, but I don't really have the heart to return it to them," he said with a small shrug.
Hild tilted her head as she briefly looked him over. James continued to prove himself a gentler soul than one would first anticipate.
Suddenly, a flash of the interview from hell reared its ugly head, calling to mind the strange clip of James having to pick between the two Ashlunds.
She firmly trained her eyes on her food.
"Do they likewise play any instruments?" Lyall asked with a hum. "Unless the guitar in your room was just for show."
James blinked slowly, and there was a look in his eyes that made it seem like he was hoping Lyall hadn't noticed. Shrinking back ever so slightly, James smiled a bit sheepishly.
"Oh," he said. "I-- well, I do play. My sister likes to sing, but Petrus isn't the musical type. We all like to dance, though. Not that that's musical."
"Sure it is!" Lyall offered brightly. "There's musicality in performance alongside a song."
"I suppose so," James said, taking a bite of the last of his noodles. "What about you two? Do you play any instruments?"
"Did," Hild answered.
"Cello," Lyall supplied more helpfully, pointing to her. Then gestured back to himself. "Piano. I hear tell Hild has been practicing again though, since our arrival here."
James turned to look at Hild with a spark of interest. "That sounds like a good use of all our spare time," he said. "What got you back into it?"
Hild covered her mouthful-- also trying to hide the warmth in her cheeks. "Myes," she answered after swallowing, "I have, yes. I had been gifted a cello on the first day. It would've been a shame to not put it to use, so."
She shrugged, deciding not to mention her practice sessions with Alan throughout the week. Not in front of her brother, anyway.
"Would you be opposed to playing for an audience?" she asked James. "It's alright if you'd rather not."
James smiled weakly. "I could be... persuaded," he said hesitantly. "Yourself?"
She offered a small, encouraging smile in turn. "It can be another trade?"
Lyall flicked his eyes blankly between the two of them. James clearly took notice. Hild was just trying not to.
"Sure," James said. "I'll have to practice first, though. It's been a while."
"While I don't have a piano currently at my disposal," Lyall butted in, tone playful, "I could provide vocals. Serenade you, if you will."
James looked at Lyall with a small, genuine smile.
"I'm not opposed," James said. "Maybe you can let me know a song you'd like to sing, and I can learn it on guitar."
Perhaps they could a way to fit in a violin too, Hild thought. If Alan was amenable to an entire band effort.
"Perhaps we should just gather all the instrumentalists on this island," Hild suggested, more broadly instead.
"There are more?" James asked.
"By my count," Lyall answered slowly, looking skyward in thought, "we have..."
"Five?" Hild finished for him. "Including us. There could very well be someone else we don't know about, as well."
"Hold on," James said. "Are we about to form a band? Is that what's happening now?"
With a broader grin, Lyall said, laughing, "You know, I like the sound of that. Let's form a band!"
James looked like he suddenly regretted making that suggestion, at least a little.
"It's been a while since I've played with other people," James admitted. "It might be rough at the start."
"Like you said," Hild joined in now, tone gentler than her brother's, "it'd be a nice use of our excess of time here?"
James smiled a little bit again.
"True," he said. "We could give it a try."
Hild faintly smiled back, then turned her eyes back down to her noodles. "We should pitch the idea around, then. I'm sure Alan would enjoy a collaborative project of this scale."
"Oh!" Lyall said suddenly, in a tone that made Hild grip her chopsticks with irritation and dread. "I'd been meaning to ask about you two, actually--"
Pressing her lips into a thin line, Hild sent him a sharp glare. "Refrain--"
"--since Alan had mentioned some one-on-one time," Lyall went on, undeterred, "of 'getting to know each other' earlier this past week. What particularly intrigues me, though, is that you never mentioned it to me in kind in our own chats."
She narrowed her gaze at him. He tilted his head innocently back at her.
"Are you trying to hide so--"
"Hey, guys," James interrupted. "This sounds like a conversation you should have with each other while I'm not here."
"I strongly agree," Hild said, forcing an even tone. Though, ideally, they'd never have the conversation to ever.
Lifting both hands in surrender, Lyall leaned back. "Alright," he relented, "I desist. Save it for another day."
His smirk suggested that that was a promise, which Hild was not looking forward to.
"So, taking it back to siblings," James said, pushing his empty bowl to the side. "My phone's dead, so otherwise I'd just show you pictures of mine, but my sister's pretty active on social media. Maybe you could look her up and I could find some family photos? I don't know, I always like putting a face to names if I can."
"Ah!" Lyall said, "yes, brilliant! I'm presuming we'll find her on Inspogram?"
"Yeah," James said with a small smile. "Her username is 'hawkegirl.' She's not actually into the comics, and hawke is spelt with an 'e' at the end."
Hild looked expectantly at her brother. Who helplessly raised his hands again.
"I was being serious when I said I don't have it right now," he said.
With a sigh, Hild fished her own phone out of her backpack. Then paused when she remembered, that's right, she didn't have an Inspogram account. She found literally no need for it, and she was also maybe perhaps spitefully avoiding it.
She held it out to James. "I don't have an account," she said simply.
"Ah," James said, taking the phone a little hesitantly. "Well. Let's see if I can log in. Lately, the internet's been a bit testy with me."
"Maybe it's just where you've been standing," Lyall suggested.
James cast Lyall some brief side-eye, and then pulled up the internet browser, pulling up Inspogram. Scooting her seat closer, Hild leaned sideways a bit to get a better view of the screen. Lyall got up entirely and rounded the table to lean over James's other shoulder.
For a moment, James tapped the table with his fingers as a loading sign rolled. And rolled. And rolled again. Finally, instead of opening to his account, an error message popped up.
Incorrect password.
"Well," James said with a sigh, like he knew that his would happen. "Can't say I didn't try."
Already handing it towards Lyall, he shrugged.
"Try yours," he said.
"Sure." Lyall leaned on the arm of James's chair as he obliged. A brief moment passed as they listened to him enter a password the length of a novella. Then he victoriously declared, "I'm in," as he handed it back.
"I knew you could do it," James said, deadpanning, going straight to the search bar to type in his sister's username. Her Inspogram quickly popped up, and her profile picture was of her in a field of sunflowers, looking up at a camera, smiling brightly. She bore a great resemblance to James, just with softer features.
Flipping to her account, a bunch of pictures came up. A lot of them were landscapes of what Hild assumed was the family farm, or perhaps property around it. There were lots of photos of beautiful, colorful sunsets and sunrises, with white, bulbous clouds catching the light in them. James began to scroll.
There was a big, red barn. A large, white farmhouse, with a dirt road leading up to it. A picture of a few horses in a corral. Fields of what Hild presumed were potato plants.
Then a family photo.
James pulled it up with a quiet "Ah-ha."
It was a picture of all of his siblings, it looked like. Wedged between her two brothers, Larrel held her arms around both of their shoulders and pulled them in tightly. Both James and Petrus were kissing her on each cheek, and Larrel was beaming like she was mid-laugh. They were all dressed in overalls, looking like they'd been working on the farm.
Hild noted that Petrus looked significantly different in appearance. He had long, curly black hair and more of a light brown skin, freckled and tanned. His facial structure seemed a lot more round and soft, and it looked like he might've been adopted.
"So that's Petrus," James said, pointing with his finger. "And that's Larrel. It was her idea to pose like that. That's why she's laughing."
Hild felt herself smile faintly as she studied them.
"Well, aren't you an adorable bunch," Lyall said with a slightly teasing tone as he bumped James's shoulder.
"We are," James said simply, with a small smile. "Thanks for noticing."
He left that photo and scrolled to another, finding one of Larrel with what looked like their parents. When it was pulled up, it looked like a selfie that Larrel was taking. Her face was a little closer, and her parents were in the background, looking up with sweet smiles.
Immediately, Hild could tell which parents were whose biologically. Their mother had the same eyes and smile as Larrel, and their father had the same curly hair as Petrus, albeit with much darker skin. They looked like they maybe weren't the most photo-ready people, seeming a little awkward, but their smiles were genuine.
"Mom and dad," James said, though Larrel's caption already gave that away.
"They seem sweet," Hild said with a sincere smile. She gestured to the phone and asked, "May I?"
"Sure," James said, handing her phone back.
Taking it back, she slowly scrolled through the photos. Just skimming the candidly captured moments (the best, most natural way to take photographs, in her opinion) and glimpsing the beautiful smear of colorful landscapes. Some were reels of horse riding, of which James was usually found in the backgrounds consistently mounted on a golden stallion. There were posier pictures too, such as this one where the Hawke siblings lined up along the fence with their steeds poking their heads in between their riders.
One that almost made her laugh was where Larrel and Petrus had tucked themselves into a wheelbarrow as James ran them across a field. The laugh that came from behind the camera in the video must have been their mother. She had to twist around to follow as they all whizzed by. Larrel eventually wiggled her way out of her own predicament and safely fell over the side. Petrus clung for dear life, whooping as the brothers careened toward the fence in the far distance.
Lyall reached over Hild's shoulder and quickly hit a bookmark-shaped button on the bottom corner. James chuckled, but gingerly reached for the phone.
"Can I see your family, too?" he asked.
With a wordless grin, Hild held it out for him.
"Ah, yes," Lyall said, plucking it from her hand first. "Allow me to simply..." He trailed off as he tapped cryptically around the thing. "...switch accounts."
"How many do you have?" James asked.
"Just two," Lyall said defensively. "Three if you count the one purely for the practice."
"No judgement," James said with a smile. "Just asking."
"There." Scooting in between the two, Lyall pulled up what was listed as a private account and then handed it back to James. Looking a little hesitant, as if to make sure it was okay, James gave Lyall a small questioning glance. Lyall just raised his brows in invitation to look freely.
With a small nod, James began to scroll. Hild leaned the opposite direction to look askance.
"You look like you guys have a lot of fun," James said with a fond smile. "Are you all pretty active outdoors?"
Glancing over, it looked like he was referring to some photos and videos from hikes or fishing trips.
"We try to be," Lyall hummed, "since we work primarily indoors."
"How did you all get into fishing?" James asked.
Hild shrugged. "Our father decided that would be a fantastic hobby to take up." She grabbed her unfinished noodles. "I don't think he was entirely wrong."
"Well, did it work?" James asked, looking between the two Ashlunds with a smirk. "Do you guys enjoy it?"
"It's a good opportunity to sit in the sun with a book," Hild offered.
Simultaneously, Lyall strongly objected with, "It's terrible, I'm bored out of my mind, and it's always in a boat on the water!"
"For finding it such a bore I'm surprised you've posted about it as much as you have," James said, looking amused.
Lyall returned to his seat with a huff. "It's inevitable when it's a weekly family endeavor. And Geoff likes to record his catches, whenever he can actually manage them."
"Is his icon on social media of him holding up a fish?" James asked with a smile. "Biggest catch style?"
Lyall laughed, and Hild grinned.
"It should be," Lyall said.
"And what about these videos," James said. "You're all performing together. Do you do this often? It looks like a while ago."
Hild hummed, a bit sadly. "Not very often. And we essentially dropped practice once college started up for Lyall. After that, we all got too busy to pick it up again."
She really quite missed performing with her brothers. Even if it was only for themselves, they never felt quite so synced with each other than when they lost themselves in music.
James looked back at the phone, watching the video play on loop.
"That's a shame," he said. "You look like you're in your element, especially, Lyall."
"Oh." Lyall blew a raspberry in fake modesty as he waved a dismissive hand. "Well, I certainly enjoyed it."
James, instead of responding, just paused the video and zoomed way into Lyall's bright smile, and then looked up at Lyall with a straight face.
But before Lyall could say anything, he exited out of the video.
"Hopefully with our new band we're creating now, you can get a taste of that again," James said.
What Hild knew was a deflective smile on her brother's face, softened into something more sincere and hopeful at the thought.
"I look forward to seeing what you're made of, James Hawke," Lyall said.
James looked over to Hild with slightly widened eyes, suppressing a smile.
"He hasn't even heard me play yet and I feel like the standards will be very high," he whispered in a manner not quiet.
Lips pursed and brows furrowed with play-seriousness, Hild nodded. "You've got your work cut out for you."
"I guess the rest of my free time will just be spent practicing," James said with a decisive nod, handing Hild her phone back to her. "I wouldn't want to disappoint performers of your caliber."
"Ah, nothing to worry about there," Lyall offered with a reassuring grin. "It's just for fun, anyway."
Scraping the bottom of her bowl, Hild shook her head slowly and mouthed the word, "No."
James looked between them again, squinting.
"So... for fun or... not fun?" he asked.
"For fun, of course," Lyall answered, while Hild said flatly, "You'll see soon enough."
"Well," he said. "I guess we'll all continue to discover things about each other, then."
Hild hummed. "It'll be fun," she said more sincerely this time.
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