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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.

[She shrugs. It's not something she can do anything about now and that's all she wants to say on the subject.]

Make sure you bring enough for three if you're making a home visit and Omega could get chompy if there isn't any metal around.

Three? Got another roommate besides Omega?

_{[ He raised a brow at that, because he wasn't aware she had roommates,
but then it hadn't come up in either of their last conversations. To be
fair, he didn't see why it should have either. ]}

Thanks for the heads up. I'd hate to come with the wrong amount of cookies. Or metal.

Yeah, a boyfriend that hangs around.

[Not the smoothest way to slip that into the conversation, but at least now Kirk can't get the wrong impression.]

_{[ OH. Well, he had... not seen that coming, but all right. Boyfriend.
Got it. Good. ]}

Okay, so stay away from the more romantic cookie selections.

...I'm not going to have to fight him over this am I?

_{[ Because he could fight, he would just... prefer not to. He hadn't
even done this with the intention of getting in Tex's pants to boot, it had
just been to prove something. She had cornered him, he swore it. ]}

[She snorts. Church fight, that's a funny image.]

If you'd fight anyone it'd be me, not him. And that won't be a problem if you aren't trying to start crap.

_{[ He held up his hands in the universal sign of surrender. ]}

Nope, no starting here. I mean, you know, not that I wouldn't want to - you're gorgeous. But message received - platonic cookies all around.

[The compliment earns him a small smirk. She has an ego, there's no mistaking that.]

Don't talk yourself into a hole. Platonic cookies and metal scraps because if you forget the scraps, Omega might get jealous.

_{[ What can he say? He likes complimenting ladies, and Tex deserved all
the compliments he had. ]}

Oh? I mean, I can make them more romantic cookies if your boyfriend is into that kind of thing.

_{[ Threesomes? Why not? ]}

And let me guess - I won't like him when he's jealous?

The dog? No, you wouldn't.

[Which is the part she replies to first because is he serious about propositioning a threesome? Goddamn.]

Yeah, no. If Church wanted a bigger dick than him in bed, I would have heard about it by now.

_{[ Well, that could be taken one of two ways. He was fairly sure of the
way she meant, buuuut he could always twist it. He had to mentally debate
if the one he was thinking of would get him punched or not. He didn't want
to bad-mouth her boyfriend, but it was kind of wide-open there. ]}

Well, if his preferences ever change...

_{[ He waved another fry before munching on it, chortling in the back of
his throat. He was maybe half-serious here. He wouldn't say no, but it
wasn't really the goal either. ]}

[She rolls her eyes at that, even if she can tell he's not entirely serious.]

You can talk to him about it yourself. I doubt he'd pass up free sweets if you're still making that offer.

Cookies are always a part of the deal for any home visit. And metal.

_{[ He finished the last bite of his burger, wiping his mouth with his
napkin. ]}

Heh, I don't think there's room left in me for dessert.

At least dessert is free.

[Well. Minus the ingredients and packing, but she didn't have to pay for that.

While there's still some food on her plate, she finally undoes the bow and wrapping on the box in a less-than-gentle fashion. It's not like any of that needs to be saved.]

So, how many batches did you try?

_{[ Hey, he worked hard on that. Lease she could have done was actually attempt to undo the bow politely. ]}

I can't give away all my secrets - no matter how pretty you are.

[Sorry Kirk, gentle and polite isn't how she handles things. She opens the box and is surprised to see no burnt cookies.]

Do you talk like this to every woman you grab a bite with?

No, just the ones I make cookies for.

That doesn't tell me how long the list is.

[Since he got a dessert plate, she places two cookies on it though she's not making a move to eat hers quite yet.]

I grew up on a farm with a drunk uncle and then moved to living on a space ship. The list is not long, I promise.

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