You just keep on trying till you run out of cake. [hackerman sam flynn]

[radical_cowgirl]

[Dated August 25th]

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Edward fell backwards into the sand, arms straight up in the air as Jarvis' voice rang through her headphones again. Fail! Fail! FAIL! Edward was failing again and her entrance to the super-secret Stark computer was denied in the voice of a snooty AI-man. The lines of code in her goggles danced across her vision like a pesky leaf blowing in the wind that Edward couldn't catch. Or another meteor-hole the father-person has to add to the map.

A moving target.

A wet nose pressed against her cheek and she flipped her goggle-monitors onto her head to look at Ein. With a little yip he nudged at her again, then dropped his wet-cold nose to the ground where a perfect throw-fetch stick was waiting.

"Again?" There was a yip for yes, Ein had waited nicely for her to finish failing and now it was find-it-fetch-it time. "Ein, Edward's trying to worrrrk." But Ein yipped firmly and so, with a sigh, Edward stood and after spinning circles in place until she was dizzy she released the stick, flinging it as far-far as she could. It landed in the water and Ein gave her a look that clearly indicated that he was unamused by that fact.

Edward, on the other hand, went back to her computer set-up, her precious Tomato perched on top of her suitcase, shaded by a rainbow-colored umbrella, her little satellite pointed at the sky. Ein gave Edward a final look and then pranced out to the water's edge, waiting for the wave to bring the stick close before darting out and grabbing it in his jaws.

Realizing that Edward wasn't going to play he satisfied his canine urges by flinging the stick up with a jump and a twist, following after to pick it up. He kept repeating the process. If Edward wouldn't play, Ein would play alone. Anyone who saw them would see a girl at a computer and a Welsh Corgi... playing fetch with himself.

Comments

[improvises]

It was some sight to take in, that was for sure. Between the little satellite-topped umbrella and the dog who'd apparently worked out how to play fetch with itself, Sam almost didn't know, stumbling upon the pair as he wandered down the beach, which to pay attention to first. The stick landing near his feet decided that for him pretty quickly, though, and he wasn't going to object. While he was beginning to think more and more these days that something was trying to make him miss his own dog, he couldn't mind that too much when the island was host to a ridiculous number of adorable pets, this one included.

"Here, boy, you wanna play?" he asked, grinning, before he picked up the stick and gave it a good, long toss, then wandered over to the girl at the computer. Tempting as it was to find out what she was doing — God, it had been ages since he'd even had a computer in his hands, let alone accomplished anything with one — he didn't yet try to look, instead just raising his eyebrows as he looked down at her. "He yours?"