I made this for you! I had help but, I did most of the work though
[She brags as she holds out a container of paella, and another container of cookies, and yet another container with couple cupcakes, and a last container with some chocolate candy, all piled up taller than her face, but she's grinning]
The sweets have spices in them still, chili flakes and stuff, since you seemed to like that stuff.
He's stunned into silence, but he moves quickly to help unload some of the goodies she's brought, before nodding mutely and turning to lead them both inside.
She made all of this for him? Why? It doesn't make sense. ]
[She hardly needs permission to come in, guess who was just going to haul on in regardless]
Well, you said you liked some of this stuff, and I made the sweet stuff spicy too, so. Thought you could use some food since these new cabins don't come with kitchens and they cost a fuckton to get and I have one with Maine so.
[She rattles off as she follows him to set the stuff down, grinning up at him]
I made a lot of extras, and figured you could put some in the little freezer and microwave it so you can have more later and know it's not tainted. Now. I never made paella before, I followed what the datapad said was an "abuela" style? So. I hope it's okay? The rest I knew how to do already, so no worries there. Never had a spicy cookie or cupcake but, whatever, you're just a dope so.
[Is she still talking? Yes, yes she is. Just rambling on because it's awkward and she just wants to help him a bit cause he's new and hot and she had fun with him last time and well, she had fun last time, it's kind of a thank you but also a you're kinda cool and neat and I want to be more than sometimes fuck friends I want to be buds too. But how do you say that? With food, of course]
[ Yes, yes she does need permission to come in. He's just too quietly stunned at the moment to stop her. Luckily, South is content as ever to fill the silence with talk, and he allows her too.
Had he mentioned paella? He must have, and she must have remembered. It's surprisingly touching, and he still isn't sure what to say. In fact, he hasn't said anything at all since letting her in, eyes traveling from the food to her and back again.
[Well- she wouldn't just barge in, but she had plans to go in before even invited her in.
She remembered, she repeated it to her device with that weird thought-to-text to keep it for later. It's important! She wants to befriend this cute buddy, plus also he's kinda sweet.
So she's setting things down and spacing it all out in a nice little arrangement. The lids are popped off, mixes of home cooked delights filling the air. She pulls off her beanie, pushing at her hair, scarf joining it with her hoodie as she drops it all down away from the food. He invited her in, she's gonna be at least a few minutes. And she has a nice lilac tank top with a dark purple bra- straps visible and a little more, and too tight of jeans. In her defense, it's just what she wears usually, unless it's summer, then it's short shorts.
She's still talking, as she's giving a mix to the paella to make sure it hasn't settled awkwardly, made sure the cookies looked nice in their pile, adjusted cupcakes, just busied her hands]
Now, you can't keep my dishes, I need these back later. But you can keep them so the food stays fresh and tasty. And if there's other things you like, just let me know, if I don't know how to make it, that's what cook books and datapads are for okay? I made extra of everything so you have a supply of safe foods for a bit, plus apparently I'm too used to cooking for 3 endless pits so. If it's not good just say so too so I can try doing it better next time, tell me what sucked and I'll adjust it until it's normal. Maybe you can come to the kitchen with me sometime- do you cook? We can cook together if you can. Or you can just be my mixer, as long as you don't over mix, some stuff goes to shit if you over mix.
[She's just rambling. Sorry Locus, this is South. You were kind to her, fooled around with her, she's here now. Tell her to shut up it's it's okay, being heavyhanded and overbearing is a Dakota trait, sorry.]
You can keep it in the fridge and heat it up for like, up to three days, Locus.
[She deadpans, but gives a grin then shakes her head. She knows Yorks nickname by now, and it earns a tap to his chin]
No, he got his own food. This was just made special for you. You can share if you want to, though. I....won't be directly interacting with him as much for a bit, and any food I make will probably be given to you to share as you wish with who you wish.
[ Because there has to be a reason. She's trying to get in good with him, or doing nice things makes her feel good, but there's no such thing as a purely altruistic act. Not in his mind, anyway.
The confusion remains as he lifts his head to avoid the chin tap, blinking once in puzzlement. ]
[She stares up at him and tempted to try the tap again but instead just returning his blink and puzzled look. Exaggeratedly slow, eyebrows together]
Locus seriously, what don't you get here? Thought you might like something homemade, so I made it and brought it over. Boom. That's it. It's not that deep, bud.
Maybe next time I'll text first, not surprise you so much
[She grins, looking at him an shaking her head. Surprises are apparently too much, she knows now. She chances trying to pat his shoulder, shrugging her own]
Just lemme know if any adjustments need to be made, I can remake it for you sometime- it's really no issue. And don't be so... Panicked next time, okay? People give people things just to do it, take a deep breath and chill, Locus.
[ Maybe he's not communicating clearly why he's puzzled. It's not upset, it's not a lack of ability to comprehend the idea of a 'surprise'. It's something much more deep-seeded than that, much more ingrained.
Plenty of people do! I only sometimes do, it's not an every day thing.
[She'd say 'friends do' but, well, they're not exactly friends, she hardly knows him. Or that it's a special thing, cause it's not all that special. It's...mostly a spontaneous and spur of the moment thing she thought to do more than anything sentimental. She can't exactly explain it, okay. She had a nice time, and figured it'd be a nice gesture of thanks. Whatever, she's not overthinking it, fuck it.
Instead, she decides to tease a little, because she can]
Don't want to spoil any of you assholes by doing it every day
It's been a fairly easy routine to establish. Or it was, before things happened.
[ Things with York and Maine. That mess that he's certain she's had her fill of already. So he doesn't elaborate, merely shrugging instead and opening one of the containers. He is a little peckish, after all. ]
[Things. She can guess what he means, or even if it's not the same 'things' she's not asking anyways. There's been a lot of 'things' happening lately, everything was crazy for a bit there all around the station. So she doesn't ask, just lets it go with a bit of a nod. Then she lights up at his question, grinning and shrugging again]
I mean, I won't say no to having some of the food, I worked hard on it, so.
It seems fitting you should share in the benefit of making it, then.
[ And he goes about retrieving plates to eat off of. There's only a few, as he doesn't expect company often and most of the time he washes things up as quickly as he uses them, with little time for them to sit around and therefore little need for spares.
That's how he's kept everything here. South might notice that. No personal effects, everything sort of 'at the ready' like he expects to leave any day. ]
Works for me. I had incredible willpower and didn't eat it all while I was cooking, so. Should be proud.
[She talks, because of course she does. Honestly, she can be quiet when she wants, it just isn't often that she wants to be quiet.
South does notice how he hasn't done much personal decorating or anything. It kind of reminds her of Maine, before their fancy home. Even now there isn't much in his own decorations there, she doesn't understand how anyone could leave things so plain. But she always did like a splash of color in life, so.
She scoots on close to watch him, not bothering to help, exactly, but watching contently.]
Don't entertain many guest, huh? Ya know, it won't kill you to hang a photo, get a throw rug, have more dishes. Just saying.
I've been saving what I've earned for more practical additions. Clothing, appliances. Decorations are not priority at the moment.
[ Ever the pragmatic one. How South stood being around him at all, he'd never understand. They couldn't be more opposite to one another.
Yet here she was. Offering these gestures of friendship that even those he'd had plenty in common with wouldn't have given over without asking something in return. It buys her a little trust, a little tolerance, a little space in his life while he brings the dishes down to start doling out helpings of rice and seafood. ]
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I will be there.
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[She shows up and considers knocking like a lunatic- but, well. She doesn't know him like her boys, so. She just gives a couple normal knocks]
It's me, open up Frosty
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But he does open the door, cocking his head curiously. She still hasn't told him what this is about, after all. ]
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I had help but, I did most of the work though
[She brags as she holds out a container of paella, and another container of cookies, and yet another container with couple cupcakes, and a last container with some chocolate candy, all piled up taller than her face, but she's grinning]
The sweets have spices in them still, chili flakes and stuff, since you seemed to like that stuff.
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He's stunned into silence, but he moves quickly to help unload some of the goodies she's brought, before nodding mutely and turning to lead them both inside.
She made all of this for him? Why? It doesn't make sense. ]
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Well, you said you liked some of this stuff, and I made the sweet stuff spicy too, so. Thought you could use some food since these new cabins don't come with kitchens and they cost a fuckton to get and I have one with Maine so.
[She rattles off as she follows him to set the stuff down, grinning up at him]
I made a lot of extras, and figured you could put some in the little freezer and microwave it so you can have more later and know it's not tainted. Now. I never made paella before, I followed what the datapad said was an "abuela" style? So. I hope it's okay? The rest I knew how to do already, so no worries there. Never had a spicy cookie or cupcake but, whatever, you're just a dope so.
[Is she still talking? Yes, yes she is. Just rambling on because it's awkward and she just wants to help him a bit cause he's new and hot and she had fun with him last time and well, she had fun last time, it's kind of a thank you but also a you're kinda cool and neat and I want to be more than sometimes fuck friends I want to be buds too. But how do you say that? With food, of course]
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Had he mentioned paella? He must have, and she must have remembered. It's surprisingly touching, and he still isn't sure what to say. In fact, he hasn't said anything at all since letting her in, eyes traveling from the food to her and back again.
What is the protocol for accepting gifts? ]
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She remembered, she repeated it to her device with that weird thought-to-text to keep it for later. It's important! She wants to befriend this cute buddy, plus also he's kinda sweet.
So she's setting things down and spacing it all out in a nice little arrangement. The lids are popped off, mixes of home cooked delights filling the air. She pulls off her beanie, pushing at her hair, scarf joining it with her hoodie as she drops it all down away from the food. He invited her in, she's gonna be at least a few minutes. And she has a nice lilac tank top with a dark purple bra- straps visible and a little more, and too tight of jeans. In her defense, it's just what she wears usually, unless it's summer, then it's short shorts.
She's still talking, as she's giving a mix to the paella to make sure it hasn't settled awkwardly, made sure the cookies looked nice in their pile, adjusted cupcakes, just busied her hands]
Now, you can't keep my dishes, I need these back later. But you can keep them so the food stays fresh and tasty. And if there's other things you like, just let me know, if I don't know how to make it, that's what cook books and datapads are for okay? I made extra of everything so you have a supply of safe foods for a bit, plus apparently I'm too used to cooking for 3 endless pits so. If it's not good just say so too so I can try doing it better next time, tell me what sucked and I'll adjust it until it's normal. Maybe you can come to the kitchen with me sometime- do you cook? We can cook together if you can. Or you can just be my mixer, as long as you don't over mix, some stuff goes to shit if you over mix.
[She's just rambling. Sorry Locus, this is South. You were kind to her, fooled around with her, she's here now. Tell her to shut up it's it's okay, being heavyhanded and overbearing is a Dakota trait, sorry.]
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[ Something else occurs to him after a moment, a perfectly logical reason for her to have made up this much food and brought it over.
Of course. Her estranged teammate. Some of the confusion in his expression eases. ]
Or did you hear about Foxtrot?
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[She deadpans, but gives a grin then shakes her head. She knows Yorks nickname by now, and it earns a tap to his chin]
No, he got his own food. This was just made special for you. You can share if you want to, though. I....won't be directly interacting with him as much for a bit, and any food I make will probably be given to you to share as you wish with who you wish.
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[ Because there has to be a reason. She's trying to get in good with him, or doing nice things makes her feel good, but there's no such thing as a purely altruistic act. Not in his mind, anyway.
The confusion remains as he lifts his head to avoid the chin tap, blinking once in puzzlement. ]
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Locus seriously, what don't you get here? Thought you might like something homemade, so I made it and brought it over. Boom. That's it. It's not that deep, bud.
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[ That's the long and the short of it. He stares back at her, undeterred. ]
This seems...excessive. I am not ungrateful for the effort, but I'm not sure what I've done to earn it.
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Seriously, I had fun, just wanted to...say thanks?
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[ But he's giving up on trying to understand, apparently. After a moment his brow furrows and he shakes his head, his shoulders sinking slowly. ]
But I believe you. Thank you, for this. I will make good use of it.
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[She grins, looking at him an shaking her head. Surprises are apparently too much, she knows now. She chances trying to pat his shoulder, shrugging her own]
Just lemme know if any adjustments need to be made, I can remake it for you sometime- it's really no issue. And don't be so... Panicked next time, okay? People give people things just to do it, take a deep breath and chill, Locus.
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[ Maybe he's not communicating clearly why he's puzzled. It's not upset, it's not a lack of ability to comprehend the idea of a 'surprise'. It's something much more deep-seeded than that, much more ingrained.
He huffs quietly. ]
You do, perhaps.
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[She'd say 'friends do' but, well, they're not exactly friends, she hardly knows him. Or that it's a special thing, cause it's not all that special. It's...mostly a spontaneous and spur of the moment thing she thought to do more than anything sentimental. She can't exactly explain it, okay. She had a nice time, and figured it'd be a nice gesture of thanks. Whatever, she's not overthinking it, fuck it.
Instead, she decides to tease a little, because she can]
Don't want to spoil any of you assholes by doing it every day
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No. Obviously that would be unacceptable for all involved. I have no intention of growing comfortable here.
[ A pause lingers before he nods towards her, expression a little less tense. ]
But...thank you, for this.
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[She grins, watching him a second before shrugging]
You settling in around here? Maybe not getting cozy, but figuring it all out fine?
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[ Things with York and Maine. That mess that he's certain she's had her fill of already. So he doesn't elaborate, merely shrugging instead and opening one of the containers. He is a little peckish, after all. ]
...would you care to stay and eat with me?
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I mean, I won't say no to having some of the food, I worked hard on it, so.
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[ And he goes about retrieving plates to eat off of. There's only a few, as he doesn't expect company often and most of the time he washes things up as quickly as he uses them, with little time for them to sit around and therefore little need for spares.
That's how he's kept everything here. South might notice that. No personal effects, everything sort of 'at the ready' like he expects to leave any day. ]
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[She talks, because of course she does. Honestly, she can be quiet when she wants, it just isn't often that she wants to be quiet.
South does notice how he hasn't done much personal decorating or anything. It kind of reminds her of Maine, before their fancy home. Even now there isn't much in his own decorations there, she doesn't understand how anyone could leave things so plain. But she always did like a splash of color in life, so.
She scoots on close to watch him, not bothering to help, exactly, but watching contently.]
Don't entertain many guest, huh? Ya know, it won't kill you to hang a photo, get a throw rug, have more dishes. Just saying.
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[ Ever the pragmatic one. How South stood being around him at all, he'd never understand. They couldn't be more opposite to one another.
Yet here she was. Offering these gestures of friendship that even those he'd had plenty in common with wouldn't have given over without asking something in return. It buys her a little trust, a little tolerance, a little space in his life while he brings the dishes down to start doling out helpings of rice and seafood. ]
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