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She rolls her eyes, but let's that subject drop. She isn't expecting them to be friends. She'll be happy if they can at least tolerate each other if they're in the same room.

"More perks than I thought it would when I first woke up," she replies. "Though I want to know why they bothered giving us bodies."

"Can't exactly cure a zombie outbreak with robots. But god knows if they're actually doing anything to fucking cure it at all." He is extremely skeptical and pretty paranoid. Who wouldn't be after that kind of introduction to the dome? "Social experiment? Easier to work with a biological specimen? To dick with us?"

"Depends on what they really want us for. They kept us from dying for a reason." She's not trusting anything here and it's strange how they have the ability to save them, but not their own people.

"And direct questions aren't exactly going to help. Unless you wanna storm into the labs, guns blazing, and see if you can't demand some answers." Which also won't help, but god, is the idea hot and terrifying.

She glances around and decides this is not the best place to discuss such plans. "We'll see." That's the only response he's getting, though the look in her eyes says she would storm in there in a heartbeat if it meant getting some answers.

"At least we're alive."

They can figure out what may or may not work later. When they're not in public. And when they're not on a date, but if they wanted to make a date of planning on raiding Bifrons labs, he would be completely down for that.

"Alive beats being dead. I mean, not being able to ghost around kinda sucks, but oh my god, I think the positives vastly outweigh the negatives right now."

"We're testing out the livers as soon as we get home," she replies with a smirk. "We'll need to pick up some shot glasses so we can do it right." Shot glasses and a big ass bottle of tequila. Talk about a good night.

"That is one of the best endings to the day I can think of." The other involves lots of sex. No reason they can't do both, really. Unless they get way too drunk, in which case--sex first, probably. "Unless these bodies can't handle tequila. Which would suck. But that's what testing is for. We'll be like...scientists. With ourselves."

"Ones that have more fun. I've got enough credits to get a well-stocked liquor cabinet going in the house." Guns and alcohol are two things she can easily justify spending a lot of money on. After the last couple of days, she could use the hard stuff on hand.

"A couple weeks of actually making money, and we could probably run a better bar out of our place than any of the actual bars." You know what? That might not be the worst idea he's ever had. Pretty bad, sure, but probably not the worst.

"The random drunks can stay at the bars. If you want to deal with that, go become a bartender." It would be a much less dangerous profession than militia and without the Bifrons involvement.

That...is also not a bad idea. He won't say that, but he'll tuck it away somewhere to consider later.

Because food is more important right now, to order and to eat. Hard boozing will wait until they're safe at home, and they still have the whole afternoon out to do whatever the fuck they want. And he still has to cook for her. Cooking while drunk, probably not a good idea, and he'd rather not ensure that the house catch on fire. He's sure as shit not going to be a cook anywhere.

She sticks with a classic, a burger and fries. Of course, this is District 1 and the dish she gets back is far from simple, but even with the frills it's a burger. She's glad only Church is around to see this because the amount of fascination and interest she has in her plate of food would be embarrassing for anyone who didn't understand their situation.

The food is not going to last long in front of her despite the size of breakfast.

It's actually really fucking adorable to see her around the food, however short it lasts. Nope, nobody else gets to share these moments where they surprise themselves with their human parts. It helps that they have a template to work from, but memory and reality keep on clashing.

Nah, not thinking about that. Church? Church is thinking about proper fried chicken and a loaded baked potato. Now that's some down home country cooking. But, like, with an upscale twist. He could eat like this every day.

"Hey Tex? Thanks."

They might be eating out a lot this first week, just so she can try a variety of foods. If they're going to be stuck in some crappy city, she should take advantage of it. She wonders if there's anywhere they can get food resembling Tex-Mex or cheap Chinese food...

His words draw her out of her food fantasies and she immediately shakes her head. "You won the bet."

"No, I mean--today. Getting out of the house for whatever we want. That was your plan. And it's a pretty damn good plan."

There's also the fact that she's kept a level head so far despite everything, and how they're back to being some form of thing, and she hasn't kicked him out or shot at him with a real weapon, and just her being here has been like having a rock to ground him. It's a thanks for just being.

But that sounds too mushy, so fuck that.

Accepting thanks for being semi-nice isn't one of her specialties.

"It's better than leaving you alone in the house all day. I'd come back and find it burned to the ground," she teases. Which could happen tonight when he's cooking, but she's hoping with supervision it won't come to that.

"Nah, you'd probably find it wrecked from a huge party." Who would go to a party hosted by Church? Only people that don't know him (and Caboose). "Or maybe it'd just be an AI party. They like us, anyway."

"Depends on the AI, but some of them would be pretty happy to find out the Alpha is here." Which would be more amusing for her than him.

Church fiddles with his utensils, giving what's supposed to be a little smile of agreement but ends up looking more like a grimace. Yeah. The Alpha. Sure is him, huh. He'd argue, like he usually does, but he's actually showing restraint because, y'know, this is a really cool thing they've got going on, and he doesn't need to fuck it up by exploding right now.

She can tell the sudden change in behavior and her foot nudges his beneath the table. It's a small gesture, but hey they're in public and it's the best she's got right now. "It's not a terrible thing."

"Tell that to York."

But they're not talking about this right now. He definitely, absolutely refuses. He perks up a little, somewhat artificial. "Thinking about dessert, or can't your fat ass handle the extra calories?"

She tried to, but if he wants to drop it, she'll let it slide. For now, anyway.

"They have raspberry cheesecake. I can order two slices if you won't get too bloated." Because that is one dessert she is not ever sharing. She doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, but raspberries she'll make an exception for.

"Sounds good. Hope your wallet can take it." See? Raspberry cheesecake is a way better topic than the nebulous question of is-he-an-AI-or-isn't-he. Just eases that strain right off.

"Don't worry about it. I got paid plenty for that job." And if that was the standard rate, she isn't going to need to worry about making a living here. She flags down their waiter to put their order of delicious cheesecake in. If he thought it was cute how excited she was for a burger and fries, there's going to be a lot more of that for raspberry cheesecake.

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