RO > call me out; a forever open RP post, version 2

[midvalley]

NEW OPEN RP POST

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[enraptored]

They're just joke pictures. Noooot a big deal.

[ex_micromanage449]

People are making joke pictures about myself and the Tyrannosaurus on the internet.

[ "but why tho" goes unsaid, though it's clearly implied by her tone ]

[enraptored]

--Kinda? I mean, sometimes it's a T. Rex with Donald Trump's face instead, but--

Yeah. Basically.

[ex_micromanage449]

[ 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.

[enraptored]

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!

[ex_micromanage449]

[ 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.

[enraptored]

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.

[ex_micromanage449]

[ 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.

[enraptored]

Same here, but man can't subsist on Cup of Noodles alone.

[ex_micromanage449]

I sure tried my damnedest to. And I can make a pretty mean peanut butter and jelly.

[enraptored]

Yeah? If that's the case, you're definitely giving the next lesson.

[ex_micromanage449]

Peanut butter and jelly definitely seems like a downgrade from spaghetti.

[enraptored]

You say that, but there is an art to getting the peanut butter to jelly ratio just so.

[ex_micromanage449]

It's been a while. I hope my PB&J skills aren't rusty.

[enraptored]

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.

[ex_micromanage449]

I'm well aware. Why do you think I put my phone on silent?

[enraptored]

And here I was just thinking you didn't want your alone time with me to be interrupted.

[ex_micromanage449]

Those two things aren't mutually exclusive.

[enraptored]

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.

[ex_micromanage449]

When you put it like that, it just sounds... dirty.

[enraptored]

[ He flashes a smirk over his shoulder, though it's less teasing and more amused. ]

Not my fault your mind went in that direction.

[ex_micromanage449]

Whose mind went in that direction? Because that isn't what I meant at all.

[enraptored]

[ Have a flat, patronizing look to match his tone. ]

Uh-huh. If you say so.

[ex_micromanage449]

[ She gives him a withering look in response, but, after a moment, lets it drop with a sigh ]

What do you want to do?

[enraptored]

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.