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[originallutece]

is that a motherfucking homestuck reference in the year of our lord 2018

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[lushlips]

I'm coming over, hope you aren't allergic to fish.

[ He hasn't heard back from her in a while, maybe he's a little concerned she accidentally blew herself up. ]

[originallutece]

[It seems as though he's rather set on that, so she doesn't bother to respond. She only has a minute anyway; before she can clean herself up, there's a knock at the door, and she curses quietly. She has time enough only to wipe her hands clean before she opens the door, and she's--

Hmm. That's a lot of dried brown stains on her lab coat. Blood? A reasonable assumption, because the apartment smells very much of blood, despite the fact she has the window open.]

I'm not allergic, no. You realize most people ask to come by?

[lushlips]

And yet, here you are, opening your door.

[ She would've told him to fuck off directly if she didn't want him here. ] Am I interrupting something?

[originallutece]

I'm in the middle of trial three. It's slow-going, I might as well take a break. And, possibly, a shower.

[She wipes her hands again, stepping back to let him in.]

I'm trying to create a food substitute for the vampires.

[lushlips]

Oh, I don't know, I'm enjoying the mad scientist look.

[ Nodding, he steps into the apartment, taking a cursory glance around. Things are mostly set up the same, but he always likes to get a feel for how others have rearranged their spaces. ]

That's generous of you. Getting anything out of it? I suppose, besides not getting bitten if you manage it.

[originallutece]

A project.

[Frankly, that's all the payment she needs. She's been so bored here, making drugs for teenagers and idling the days away. It's nice to be able to conquer the impossible again.

She heads for the kitchen, leading him along, shedding her lab coat along the way. She's dressed more normally beneath: a skirt and blouse (although, to her displeasure, the skirt is just a little too short for her tastes, hugging her thighs, but it is what it is, and she won't throw it out).]

I assume you're here to cook?

[lushlips]

Ah, something to do.

[ He can understand that feeling, considering he's used to a much more active life than the one he leads here. There are some good things about the semi-permanence in the city, but he doesn't think he'd miss it if he went back home.

Some situations he'd miss, though. His housing one, for example. Even if thinking about the domesticity nearly gives him hives. ]

If you don't mind me taking over the kitchen briefly.

[originallutece]

By all means. You've already taken so many presumptions.

[It's dry, not passive-aggressive. Rosalind leans against the counter, arching her back, watching him with interest. Cooking is a skill beyond her; cooking fish seems an impossibility.]

[lushlips]

Then I'll just tack on some more: have you eaten today, at all?

[ Her work ethic reminds him of someone in particular. Someone who will get mired in and forget to eat or work too late. Horrible work-life balance, even now.

He goes through the motions though, now that he's been given permission. Albeit dry and amused. Soon the counter has ingredients stacked in a neat section, the bag they came in folded away near the backsplash. ]

[originallutece]

[She hesitates, pauses, and then:]

I had a snack.

[When, Ros. When did you have a snack.]

[lushlips]

[ His eyebrows go up, expression going full amusement. ] Oh, a snack. I see. Was that at some odd hour of the morning?

[ Wait: ]

Or are you considering coffee a snack?

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[originallutece]

[originallutece]

Have you suddenly self-appointed yourself as my nanny? Pay attention to your cooking.

[lushlips]

I'm a thief, I can cut carrots and have conversation at the same time.

[ He pauses his chopping to glance over at her, though. ] Are you considering coffee a snack? That's a terribly disappointing one.

[originallutece]

Was my tone not clear enough? Stop worrying about what I've eaten.

[Although now that he mentions it, her stomach is starting to catch on. It twists in warning, and she frowns.]

I'm going to shower. The meal shouldn't take longer than a few minutes, I assume?

[ros do u have any idea how long any food takes

Too late, she's walking away, and within a minute, there's the sound of a shower running.]

[lushlips]

[ Eames glances down at her rebellious stomach, pointedly, before going back to his cutting. ]

More than a few, take your time.

[ Obviously she rarely cooks for herself so why would she know anything about how long these things take? Either way, she has something else to do other than watch him chop vegetables and season fish. So he listens for the water running and once he does, goes about focusing on the task at hand.

By the time he hears the shower turn off, there's a couple shallow pots on the stove and the oven is slowly but surely ticking its way up. He might've also hunted down the tea kettle; he leans against the counter while he waits for it. ]

[originallutece]

[She returns in clothes that are slightly less formal, and in turn a bit more comfortable. Her damp hair is braided back, and there's a flush to her cheeks that speaks of hot water-- but the most noticeable difference is that she seems a bit more relaxed. The dried blood is gone from beneath her nails; there's no dry drops of it. It's nice to be clean, and she's a bit more at ease as she settles in at the kitchen table.]

Is there a reason you're here today, Eames, or are you often moved to cook your neighbors dinner?

[lushlips]

I'm often moved to annoy the people I've made connections with, yes.

[ Sorry, Rosalind, you met him and that was the end of that. Now he's like some semi-permanent fixture. Like an outdoor cat that occasionally comes in to receive attention and treats. ]

There's also only so many days one can do calligraphy with only the company of perhaps two people.

[originallutece]

[She huffs a laugh at that, shifting to rise up and come to look at the food. Not over his shoulder, because there's very few people for whom she can peer over their shoulder, but at least come to stand by his side.]

Poor thing. Do you want to become one of my assistants? I can promise you shan't be bored.

[lushlips]

Mm, maths were not my strong suit. Nor is following directions.

[ He knows where his strengths are. ] Do you drink tea at all?

[originallutece]

Very much so. It's on the top shelf, to your left.

[She does not offer to help.]

You seem to be taking direction quite well right now.

[lushlips]

That is simply because I am a very selfish man.

[ After all, he wants tea something fierce. So he pulls a couple of the boxes down, inspecting the flavors with a hum of interest. He opts for a plain Earl Grey– nothing wrong with a classic. ]

Preference?

[originallutece]

That's fine.

[She lifts up, stepping behind him, wandering over to his other side.]

I, myself, happen to be a very selfish woman. And yet somehow, I don't find myself playing kitchen maid for others on a whim.

So. What do you get out of this?

[lushlips]

You get food, I get company. Is that so difficult to swallow?

[ There's also the fact he might be avoiding someone. And well, he hasn't seen Rosalind in a little while. He was perhaps, a bit worried about her.

His hands don't shake, though, as he pulls down mugs and pours tea for the both of them. ]

[originallutece]

Yes.

[But it's not a mark against his character. More of an indication on how suspicious she really is. Or unused to friendship, maybe. But the tea smells good, and the dinner even more so, so she takes a mug and wraps her fingers tight around it.]

But. I will admit. Being in this place can breed . . . familiarity, I suppose.