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pullmeoutalive2014-06-27 11:45 pm
midvalley) wrote in pullmeoutalive2014-06-27 11:45 pm
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[ She gives him a long, scrutinizing look, like she's trying to figure out if he's serious or not.
Evidently she decides he is, because she sighs, rolling her eyes. ] There are some corners of the internet I will never understand.
Evidently she decides he is, because she sighs, rolling her eyes. ] There are some corners of the internet I will never understand.
Probably best not to try. That way lies madness.
We've got more important matters to tackle, in any case.
[ at which point, he regales her with his impromptu lesson on how to make marinara sauce -- hardly authentic, given that most of what was available were dry ingredients, but palatable all the same. Owen, surprisingly, is a decent enough cook, and unsurprisingly, a patient teacher. ]
Simple enough, right!
We've got more important matters to tackle, in any case.
[ at which point, he regales her with his impromptu lesson on how to make marinara sauce -- hardly authentic, given that most of what was available were dry ingredients, but palatable all the same. Owen, surprisingly, is a decent enough cook, and unsurprisingly, a patient teacher. ]
Simple enough, right!
[ It's true, his patience doesn't surprise her, considering what he does- did- for a living. The fact that he's a pretty decent cook is still something she's trying to wrap her head around. ]
Is this something else you picked up in the Navy? Right alongside training dolphins and sea otters.
Is this something else you picked up in the Navy? Right alongside training dolphins and sea otters.
Oh, yeah. It's part of basic survival training. Pretty ground floor stuff -- when you run out of MREs, it's time to start cooking from scratch.
[ After a second of stirring the sauce, he relents, shrugging a shoulder. ]
College, actually. And living on my own. Got sick of ready-made stuff and taught myself how to make something halfway decent.
[ After a second of stirring the sauce, he relents, shrugging a shoulder. ]
College, actually. And living on my own. Got sick of ready-made stuff and taught myself how to make something halfway decent.
[ She's not going to admit it, but for half a second there, she almost believed him. How do military. ]
You've got one up on me, then. I never took the time. Work and school always came first.
You've got one up on me, then. I never took the time. Work and school always came first.
Same here, but man can't subsist on Cup of Noodles alone.
I sure tried my damnedest to. And I can make a pretty mean peanut butter and jelly.
Yeah? If that's the case, you're definitely giving the next lesson.
Peanut butter and jelly definitely seems like a downgrade from spaghetti.
You say that, but there is an art to getting the peanut butter to jelly ratio just so.
It's been a while. I hope my PB&J skills aren't rusty.
You'll probably have plenty of time to brush up, after this. I expect they'll put you on damage control the instant you finish eating, to be honest.
I'm well aware. Why do you think I put my phone on silent?
And here I was just thinking you didn't want your alone time with me to be interrupted.
Those two things aren't mutually exclusive.
Well, enjoy it while it lasts. Seeing as how there's the chance that they'll have you distance yourself from the troublemaker.
[ It's at about this time that he lifts the pot of noodles to strain them. ]
Unless you want me to be your dirty little secret.
[ It's at about this time that he lifts the pot of noodles to strain them. ]
Unless you want me to be your dirty little secret.
When you put it like that, it just sounds... dirty.
[ He flashes a smirk over his shoulder, though it's less teasing and more amused. ]
Not my fault your mind went in that direction.
Not my fault your mind went in that direction.
Whose mind went in that direction? Because that isn't what I meant at all.
[ Have a flat, patronizing look to match his tone. ]
Uh-huh. If you say so.
Uh-huh. If you say so.
[ She gives him a withering look in response, but, after a moment, lets it drop with a sigh ]
What do you want to do?
What do you want to do?
What, with the spaghetti? I wasn't sure -- was thinking of putting it on a plate. Maybe putting some sauce on top of that, too.
That's not-- can we be serious here? Just for a second?
[ He pauses, then turns to look at her fully, hands resting on his hips. ]
Alright. But you'll have to be more specific -- what do I want to do about what?
Alright. But you'll have to be more specific -- what do I want to do about what?
[ There is the barest moment of hesitation from her, but if they don't talk about this now, another chance might not roll around for a very long while. ]
... Us.
... Us.
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