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[primelogic]

As the temperature keeps dropping in the Nexus, a certain elderly Vulcan just keeps adding more cloaks to his attire. Some people may find humor in his excessive bundling but he and the cold are not overly fond of each other. Luckily there are ways to keep warm even in the increasing chill. The Plaza has no shortage of those little outdoor heating lamps set up alongside many of the couches that somehow manage to remain free of snow and frost despite the dip in temperature.

He could swear it was a might bit warmer here in the Plaza than it is anywhere else in the Nexus.

Spock only hesitates a moment before unsnapping the collar of his hooded coat so that he can speak and be heard properly. His bulky mittens don't seem to get too much in the way of that at least.

"What is an adequate gift to give someone you've not seen in a very long time?"

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[primelogic]

The Ronso gives Jake a once over, folding his arms and making a low grunting sound that might sound threatening to some but is really just his thinkin' noise. He'll gesture for Jake to follow him to one of the corners of the store.

"Try these for size. No hats, but hoods on plenty."

"I suppose with those horns a hatter would be a rather rare thing for his kind." Spock stays dutifully out of the way. He's just glad for an excuse to be somewhere warm for a few minutes.

[jarheadclan]

Hoods are fine, he can work with that. Jake tries on several of the coats, assessing their utility for him along with the warmth. Some too bulky, some too thin, some just plain old don't fit. But there are a few that seem to work, and it helps that he won't ever need to wear them at home on Pandora, just the Nexus. Or colder planets, if that ever comes up.

He settles on a rich purple coat that comes all the way down to his knees, its fur-lined hood excellently sized to tuck his braid inside to keep the neural fibers warm while still leaving plenty of space for his big blue head. Gloves are a bit easier to find, and he's pretty thankful that his Avatar body has five fingers instead of the natural four. Makes it a hell of a lot easier.

Payment should be easy, he hopes. He has several crafts made by the clan on him, including thanator claws and banshee beads. Heck, if they want the poncho, he's more than willing to trade that too. He shouldn't need it anymore, and it's been made by an expert weaver.

[primelogic]

Gherig honestly looks a bit pleasantly surprised at the wares Jake has to trade. His people are also more barterers than accountants. He gladly will take that poncho if Jake's willing to trade it, as well as a couple strings of beads. They will make excellent adornments for some of the clothes Gherig already has here.

"Good hunting." He calls after the Na'vi once they've settled their trade. It's as close to a friendly goodbye as the Ronso know.

[jarheadclan]

It's one that translates pretty well, and Jake gives a nod of thanks as he shrugs into the coat, leaving the poncho and beads behind. "You sure know how to pick 'em," he says appreciatively to Spock. This has been a hell of a successful trip, and on the first try, no less. This time, when they emerge back into the cold outdoors of the Nexus, the chill doesn't bite nearly as deep, stopped by the thick fabric of his new winter gear.