They Come in Threes

Shreds from RoryKurago's SecretSanta fic, "They Come in Threes". 
==Sunglasses==
Tamsin is determined that they will learn how to surf, snapping open a colourful flyer as they wait for their luggage. 
“I’ll pass.”
“Where’s Mako? She’ll want to.” 
Stacker stifles a smile. 
Mako runs up. “Tamsin?” Offers a small cloth bag. 
“Ooo, for me?” Tamsin peers inside—beamed, whips out a pair of sunflower yellow sunglasses. “Five-dollar airport sunglasses!” Grabs Mako in a hug. “Thank you!”
Mako glowed in her arms. 
“You wanna learn how to surf?” asks Tamsin. 
“I don’t,” says Stacker.
“Sensei, I would like to,” offers Mako.
Tamsin quirks an eyebrow at him.
==Apartment==
Tamsin slaps a colourful flyer on the table of their rented flat.
Stacker raises an eyebrow. 
"We are going to learn to surf." 
"Today?" asks Mako. 
"We've been here five minutes," Stacker protests (he doesn't whine). 
"Possibly tomorrow," Tamsin amends. 
"I would like to," says Mako. 
Tamsin raises an eyebrow to Stacker. 
"I'll pass." 
"That stick up your butt." 
Mako covers her mouth, eyes crinkling. 
"Then that settles it. Mako, you and I are going swim suit shopping." 
"May we go after lunch?" suggests Mako. 
Tamsin's stomach roars. 
"Probably a good idea," says Tamsin proper. 
"You two make the balcony comfortable," begins Stacker, nudging them towards the doors. "I'll bring something out in a minute." 
"Dinner and a show. Lucky us, eh, Mako?" 
Stacker sighs heavily. 
Tamsin grins, tows Mako into the sun. 
He joins them a few minutes later with sandwiches and sweet tea and those little raisin boxes Tamsin likes. 
"Very nice dinner," says Tamsin, then toasts him with her glass. "Nicer show, though." 
Stacker rolls his eyes. 
"Thank you," says Mako. 
"You're welcome." 
Tamsin ends up eating less than half of hers. 
Mako folds her napkin, says, "I think I will sit here a moment." 
Tamsin secures the five-dollar sunflower-yellow sunglasses Mako picked out for her at Honolulu airport. "My eyeballs need a break, too." She settles deeper in her chair with a slow exhale. 
Stacker gathers plates and glasses--
Tamsin swats. "Finish it later." 
"I'll hold you to that." 
She huffs. 
Stacker sits back down with his mobile and Mako's book.
"Thank you," she says softly. 
Soon, Tamsin drifts off, maybe a sleep deeper than a doze, sweet tea growing warm beside her, fingers twitching restlessly. 
....
She's cheerful when she wakes, springing from her chair with a grin. 
Mako's on her feet. "Ready?" 
"You bet!" 
"Stacks?" 
He turns a page of his book. "Emails." 
"Uh /huh." 
Mako gets the door--
Tamsin rounds on Stacker. "And don't you even /think of suggesting an escort." 
Stacker holds up his hands. "I wasn't going to."
"Of course you weren't," sniffs Tamsin. "Its not like I'm gonna pass out in the furniture department." 
The door bangs shut behind her. 
Stacker listens to their giggling and the thumps of their footsteps--
The door opens. 
""Say 'hi' to your boy toy for me.""
--and then the front door slams.
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