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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.

You sure you don't have a secret bakery in the city?

[She's holding a cookie now, so progress and she'll wait until he answers her teasing question before trying a bite.]

_{[ He knows what you're doing, but so long as she eventually takes a
bit he'll take the torture anticipation. ]}

Yeah, sure, you know, where I act out all my crazy baking fantasies. Sometimes I get a little crazy and put peanut butter in with chocolate.

Crazy fantasies, huh.

[Okay, okay. She'll stop stalling and finally take a bite. Her eyes widen a bit in pleasant surprise. So he can bake. She'll have to keep that in mind.]

Not bad. Could use more raspberries in it. [Which she'd say about just any dessert because she might love raspberries a little too much.]

_{[ He might had help from Grandma McCoy, but he's not letting that part
out. Baker's secrets and all that jazz. ]}

I made do with what I could get my hands on.

_{[ But he's smiling brightly, clearly pleased she enjoyed his efforts
and getting to see it first hand. ]}

[He's easy to make happy. She takes another bite and pushes the plate with the other cookie on it towards him. If she has to eat one, so does he.]

Good. Did you manage to get your hands on a gun of your own while you were at it?

_{[ He shook his head, taking the cookie and munching on it, even though
he'd had plenty through the test batches. Buuuut no need to tell her that.
He would nibble anyways. ]}

No, I haven't really had time to look. But Mal promised that he would talk to York about getting me geared up. So soon.

It's nice you worry about me.

More like I want my gun back and don't need you calling me in a few days to borrow it.

[Her equipment is precious to her and if it had been any other situation, she's not sure she would have lent her pistol out so easily. At least it survived the mess.]

I think I can manage for a few days, thanks. I believe we established I am not completely incompetent.

_{[ He had the gun safe and sound, but he thought it might not be a good
idea to simply slap it on the table and slide it over to her. No need to
cause a panic. He'd pass it back when they headed back to their vehicles
and be more discrete about it. ]}

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