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"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.

If that's not information he had before--and, after a cursory shuffling through his memories, it isn't--then it is now. Raspberry cheesecake is going on a list of things he's going to learn how to make if it kills him. And maybe it'll be a good instant-forgiveness treat. Fuck up? Angry? Want sex? Give her a slice and see what happens. Don't worry, Tex, your secrets are...probably safe with Church.

Like he'd want to spread that secret around. While she ate her lunch quickly, she's taking her time with the cheesecake to savor every bite. "I can get used to having to eat."

"I can get used to a lot. I'm starting to realize how much we were missing out on being robot ghosts." Raspberries aren't nearly so much his thing as Tex's, he's learning. (Hey, how about that, he's learning.) "Like looking fashionable as fuck when we're done shopping. We are gonna be handsome as shit. It won't be armor, but then, that won't be as conspicuous. Or hard to take off when you need to."

"Since when did you get a fashion sense?" That made one of them, at least. As long as the clothes fit and were clean, she isn't very picky about what she wears. "I'm not planning on buying a bunch of designer shit."

Yeah, she's not touching his 'easier to take off' comment.

Okay, look, no one wants to take a piss on the battlefield, but...

"I'm not having you dress me or I'm gonna look like I'm going through a goth phase covered head to toe in black and steel. No thanks, I'm going for cozy but stylish." ...Well, he's going for cozy, anyway. Stylish he just kind of hopes for. Fake it 'til you make it, man.

"Goth? That's what you think of my clothes?" Just because she wears black armor and prefers darker colors... Maybe she'll branch out this shopping trip. "It's better than looking like an asshole that got dressed by his mother."

"Sorry, you must have me confused with someone else. Someone not nearly as awesome or handsome as I am."

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