Tara and Noah
"That is my hope every day," Noah said lightly. "That nothing crazy goes on." Sad when that was one of your main goals in life.
He was mildly surprised when she asked about the Christmas list, but then it occurred to him that she'd just arrived here and would still barely know anyone by the time they had to ask for things. "Well, actually, this is going to sound like a strange request," he said. "But hey, if you're inclined to do that, could you ask for an autoclave for me? It's to sterilize tattoo needles. I have someone else asking for the actual tattoo iron." He lifted one arm slightly, figuring that if she'd noticed anything about him it would have been his full tattoo sleeves that were peeking from beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt. "Anything you want in particular?"