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_{[ He hung his head, shaking it and sighing before sitting back. Tex was a tough one to crack, wasn't she? But maybe that was attractive. Maybe he needed more of it to be honest. ]}

Is it really to much to eat a cookie in front of me? Or do you have something against eating sweets in public? I promise I won't judge.

[She taps her foot loudly on the box that's besides her feet.]

It's more fun this way. Besides, I can't rob you of a hard-earned victory.

My hard earned-victory was slaving over a mixer and an oven to make those cookies and coming here and seeing you eat them. Preferably slowly and possibly licking deliciousness off your lips.

_{[ He hears that tapping. You are a cruel woman, Tex. ]}

Yeah, you're not getting that much of a show even if I do eat one. Big if.

[She'll slide that box over to his side of the table, preferably into his feet. If he wants to put the box back on the table, that's his prerogative.]

Trust me, they're good enough that's what will happen.

_{[ He cocked his foot and stopped the box, drawing it further towards himself and tucking it beneath his chair, for now. He briefly glanced down to make sure that damn bow was okay, but it seemed to be holding. He had worked hard on that too, thank you.

The waiter chose that moment to come by with his coffee and the little dessert plate. He took the drink, pouring a fair amount of creamer in. ]}

And while you think that over - thank you, for the gun. It helped me out of several tight spots.

_{[ He wasn't sure he had thanked her for it yet, so he figured he should throw it in there. You know, despite just threatening it. ]}

[She would never mess with such a beautiful bow.

She sips at her own cup of coffee and swings a leg over her knee as she leans back in her seat.]

You didn't shoot yourself and I haven't heard of you hitting any civilians, so I guess it wasn't a mistake to let you borrow it after all.

Why does everyone seem to think I can't handle a weapon? We get standard issue phasers in Star Fleet and I grew up on a farm. Believe it or not, I can hit targets.

_{[ Star Fleet might not have been military, but it certainly knew that
dangers lay out in the dark pathways of space and its members best know how
to handle themselves. It couldn't exactly risk losing them if it could
help itself. ]}

[She snorts.]

Might be because Star Fleet doesn't exist here nor where I'm from. For all I know, it's a bunch of crap you made up.

You've never heard of it, but it exists.

_{[ His tone says he won't accept any other possibility than its
existence. He had to believe it did exist, for himself if no one else.
]}

But if you didn't believe I could make an accurate shot, why give me the weapon at all?

Because even if you couldn't shoot, I could tell you weren't going to go around aiming it at unarmed civilians. [There's a small shrug that accompanies those words. It was a risk and she's glad she wasn't wrong.]

You should spend more time in D4, you could find a gun of your own if you looked around.

_{[ He blinked at her, but a small smile crossed his lips. It wasn't
much, but it was nice to know she believed something about him. ]}

Maybe, but there's no guarantee of condition or anything else they've done to them. Besides, Mal said he'd talk to York about getting me properly outfitted. I'd rather get a preferred choice than something random off the street.

[She smiles slightly at the mention of York.]

Anything you get from York is trustworthy. You friends with Mal?

Talked to him. And he's Fleet. Well, he's early Fleet, I'm modern Star Fleet. So yeah, I'd say he's a friend.

_{[ He seemed a good sort, while he wouldn't say he's a bosom buddy, he
didn't dislike him either. He was nice and it felt good to talk to someone
else about the Fleet, who could understand even if he was hundreds of years
in Kirk's past.}

Speaking of... ]

See? It's not just me now. If he says it's real would you believe me?

[There's a slight roll of her eyes. Yeah, that angle isn't going to work very well.]

I haven't talked to him, I only know about him from York and he didn't mention anything about Star Fleet.

_{[ He groaned, rubbing his face for a second. ]}

Well, when you meet him ask him. He'll back me up.

_{[ He took a gulp of his coffee, foot reaching back to tap the box of cookies absently. ]}

So, what do you do when you're not handing out guns to good samaritans?

We'll see.

[If it doesn't conveniently slip her mind. It's more fun to mess with him.]

Did you miss the uniform? I'm a LT in the new army.

No, I got that from our last meeting just fine. I meant when you're not suited up and spending time with me.

_{[ Another sip of coffee, peering at her over the rim of it with raised eyebrows. ]}

I'm spending time with other people and my dog. [Her answer flat. Persona details are earned and not something she cares to give out freely.]

What do you do besides bake and fix people's toys?

Oh yeah, Omega. How is he? That reminds me...

_{[ He reached into his jacket and took out something rectangular and wrapped, also with a bow, though it was not quite as fancy as the bow on Tex's box. He set it on the table with a click and slid it over to her. ]}

I can't say if it's the best metal or not, but it's what I could come by on short notice.

_{[ He settled back, the waiter coming back to them and placing down two burgers in front of them. Kirk felt his gut do an uncomfortable little twist, because while it smelled delicious, he knew meat was getting pricey right now.. Well, might as well enjoy it then, right? Savor every bite. ]}

I like to ride my hover bike, which probably sounds cheesy, but I like going fast. I like having coffee and burgers with pretty girls. I work on my own projects, and I pretend to know how I am supposed to actually care for a cat.

[Okay, this is taking a different direction than she expected. He got her a gift? Something to do with Omega and metal. The food's arrived and it's a good excuse to focus on that than the thing he's placed on the table.]

Sounds like you keep busy. [A small pause, then:] You didn't have to get me anything. This isn't a date.

_{[ It took him a minute to answer since he had a mouth full of burger. He chewed swiftly and swallowed, shrugging. ]}

Well, you said that Omega likes the best metal. I kind of took that to mean he ate it or used it as a chew toy. Figured if I was baking cookies, least I could do was pick up a doggie treat while I was at it.

_{[ He wiped a bit of ketchup from the corner of his mouth with his thumb and tossed her another smile before taking another bite. It really was good, though he supposed the bill would decide if he continued to think of it that way when this was over. ]}

[He's thoughtful, she'll give him that, but what the hell does he want in return for that? She eyes him with some suspicion as she takes a bite of her burger.]

Good, I'll make sure he gets it. It'll keep him from trying to chew on the appliances.

[There's one way to make sure they're even before they leave and her foot manages to reach across under the table to jab the cookie box.]

You shouldn't lave our dessert on the floor.

_{[ Truth was he didn't want anything. He simply liked Tex, enjoyed their last conversation, her odd mix of vitality and potential for ass-kicking. She was strong. He liked that, liked her. ]}

Well, if he chews and you need someone to do a quick fix...

_{[ He waved a fry before popping it in his mouth - and oh that was good too. At the mention of dessert his eyes gave off a proud sort of spark. He reached down, bringing up the box and setting it on the table once more, sliding it closer to her. ]}

Wouldn't want to ruin the bow.

[The box can be on the table, but she slides it to the side for now. Burgers and fries came first.]

Might actually need to take you up on that. The nerd I was living with isn't around anymore.

[And she might be the only person in this place that missed the old guy. But it's not something she's going to dwell on and instead focuses on picking at her fries.]

Oh. I'm sorry. I know it sucks when people go missing.

_{[ And he meant it. He knew what that pain was like - if she was
feeling pain at all. He'd done the disappearing act before, and it never
hurt any less the more it happened. You just learned to keep moving past it
faster. ]}

Keep me on speed dial. I'll even make sure to stop and pick up some cookies. Nothing like sweets to soften the frustration of jacked up electronics.

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