Lead. Coated in copper or steel, usually. [ That was probably a rhetorical question, Owen. But, given that Ian jus spontaneously heard himself, we'll cut him some slack. ]
[ That was a rhetorical question, but nevertheless nice information to have. Ian gets to his feet, offering Owen a hand up. ]
I believe I shot at our friends and they shot back. Or did you mean-? [ he makes a vague gesture at his own chest. ] When you accept a job from the god of death, you’re not allowed to die until that job is finished. It’d be a decent enough perk, if not for how much knitting yourself back together hurts.
[ he misses the simpler times when walking past an Apatosaurus and clicker-training a squad of Velociraptors was the weirdest part of his day.
And speaking of his former squad, Blue approaches cautiously, blood dripping from her muzzle, and while Owen doesn't have a weak stomach for violence, he resolutely does not turn to see what became of the soldier she attacked. He at least hopes it was quick and painless. ]
I'm noticing your buddy still hasn't pulled you back home, by the way.
[ For a second, she’s not sure what he’s referring to until she realizes she means the damage to his face after the fight. ] A few bruises, split lip, and a pretty good shiner. I don’t think any of that is fatal.
Eh, well. Kinda needed both of those things, apparently.
[ A pause, then, ] For what it's worth, I am sorry for losing it. Not for punching the guy, because he had it coming, but for not thinking about how it'd affect you.
I've been busy. [ That's a lame excuse, and she knows it. Opportunities to learn to cook for herself were better spent doing paperwork. And visiting family? She had plenty of vacation time, and plenty of chances to take it, but she never did. Work always took priority. ]
[ He watches her carefully, then turns back to the pantry, pulling down a box of spaghetti, a couple cans of tomatoes, and other spices he might need. He makes a point to lighten his tone when he speaks again. ]
I'm guessing the jokes I made about instant ramen earlier weren't too far off the mark, as far as your kitchen skills go.
[ She's thankful that he's not judging her for being a workaholic. For neglecting her family. For a dozen other things she's kicked herself for thanks to recent events ]
[ He chuckles at that, arching an eyebrow at her. ]
Okay. That I find hard to believe.
[ He waves her over, and with a few quick questions -- which cupboard has pots and pans? plates? utensils? -- he gets everything ready. Evidently this is more of a lesson than a date. ]
Cooking is two parts timing, one part tasting. Pretty sure you can manage at least the scheduling part.
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