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Oh yes he will come down to the smell of breakfast and bacon and--she's cooking. She is honest to god cooking breakfast for them. Is this some weird fantasy life he's fallen into? Is he still dreaming? He stands stupidly in the kitchen for a few long moments watching her before he snaps out of it.

"'s it weird to know all about eating but also know that it's been forever since you've ever had to regularly do it?" Great morning conversation, Church. Hey, is that a coffee machine? Yep. Coffee. Gonna make some. "Let's hope caffeine still works the way it's supposed to."

Yes, she is cooking and she shoots him a look that dares him to say anything about it once he finally joins her in the real world.

"Don't overdose on it." Last thing she needs is him bouncing all over the kitchen because he's had too many cups. There's a plate with a few strips of bacon already cooked and she nudges it towards him. "And yeah, it's weird. I've been trying not to think about it."

"Always better not to or you get a migraine." Ooo, bacon. Don't mind if he does grab one of those and munch on it. "Oh man, I can live on canned shit, but nothing beats a home-cooked meal."

He's not going to bring up the word domestic because he thinks one or both of them are going to gag terribly at the thought. "Thanks." Before he forgets his manners (pff) or at least before she decides he can make his own damn breakfast.

"That'll be five credits for each piece of bacon and another ten if you want anything else," she replies deadpan and waits a beat before continuing. "Or you can just make dinner tonight." She can't have him getting used to the idea of her doing all of the cooking for them.

"Dinner it is. Hey, maybe I'll splurge and get us some candles to light. Or we can just wait for me to set fire to the kitchen as I'll probably end up doing anyway." Said through a mouthful of bacon and a contented grin.

"I think the lit stove will cover the mood lighting. I'll be expecting something good to come out of it." She's the one cooking the early meal after all. The scrambled eggs are about done and she pulls the toast out of the oven so she can start loading up their plates.

"I don't know if I can compete with amazing early morning cook, but I'll try." Really, don't expect anything. He's trying to remember if he's ever really cooked anything in his life, or at least in the past many, many years. Kinda comes up as a blank.

Stop staring at the coffee pot, it's not going to get made any faster.

"So...plans? I mean, you seem like you're settling into doing odd jobs for York. Which is. Cool. I guess."

"Someone has to make money or we'd be eating canned beans right now," she replies with a snort. Ger plate full, carries it over to the table to claim her seat.

"No jobs today that I know of. I was planning to go out in a bit." Maybe with him. If he plays his cards right. She'll see how she feels after eating breakfast with him.

"I keep thinking I should join the militia. The army's almost all I know, and hey, it'll take pressure off you if someone else teaches me how to fucking aim." Mutter grumble fucking York. "But if they're connected to the big bad creep-fuck scientists, maybe it's not the best idea."

But fuck it. That's too much thinking before food. Food is key. "Where are you going out to?" And can Church come?

"Do I need to teach you how to aim?" She hasn't been planning on it, though it might be a useful skill. If only she had the patience for that because she knows all too well where his skill level currently is.

"Don't know yet. I thought I'd see if there was anything fun to do around here and find a decent place to eat lunch at."

"Someone suggested you do it. But you do enough for me already. I'll be someone else's burden for the whole re-learning how to shoot thing."

Fun. This place? Fun? Well, they can certainly make their own fun... "Might be some places in the better districts not impacted by the snowpocalypse. Movies? People still gotta make movies, right?" No, that's too sedentary for Tex.

"You have to know how to shoot at one point to re-learn it," she says with a snicker. As much as she hates the militia for being affiliated with Bifrons, she has to admit it'd be funny watching them try to make a real soldier out of him.

"I wasn't planning to walk around D4. I've got the credits to go somewhere decent." She didn't do that job for nothing. "If they didn't have movies, I'd be surprised."

"Shut up," he says with enough humor to let her know he knows exactly what she means. Fuck knows why he can't shoot for shit, but damn if he's ever going to really admit it.

"Maybe there's something better? Like, fuck, I dunno, paintball or some shit. Rock climbing. I can't see you sitting on your ass for hours. Another walk around the block wouldn't hurt just to see what else we can find." Did he mean to say 'we'? Does he even notice he said 'we'?

She's going to let the 'we' slide because if she were to be honest, she's expecting him to tag along. It makes things more interesting, anyway.

"I can sit on my ass just fine if the movie's good enough." Which means it needs to have explosions and good fight scenes and who knows what they have here. "You think you can handle something like rock climbing without hurting yourself?"

"I can climb fucking rocks, Tex. I lived in a canyon! There were rocks. And ledges. And shit like that. So long as there aren't any teamkilling fucktards around to shoot me with tanks, I should be good."

"You lived in the canyon, you didn't climb the canyon. You walked up paths to get higher up." She's seen the canyon, she knows for a fact no climbing was involved.

"Okay, maybe shooting isn't exactly my thing, but that doesn't mean I'm physically useless."

Although, who knows? Robot bodies have got to be stronger than human bodies.

"Isn't there something on the network or like...shit you can look up about 'shit to do when you're stuck in this dome'? Google that stuff." Fucking brochures, he's telling you, man.

"Are you volunteering to look shit up?" Because originally, she was planning to just wander around until something caught her eye.

"Find somewhere we can do paintball or laser tag and I'll pay. Maybe you'll be able to hit fake targets."

"...'kay."

Let him just scarf down food (who has manners, not fucking robo space marines) so he can go grab his glasses and somehow not fuck shit up with them. He's learning. It's a learning curve. An experience.

And when he finds something, he is throwing his hands in the air. "Laser tag, motherfucker! I am going to--" Wait. "...get my ass so kicked by the badass Freelancer chick."

That took him a while to realize. She smirks and leans back in her chair as she leisurely finishes her breakfast. "Would you rather get your ass kicked with paint or lasers?"

"Lasers don't leave bruises after. Plus, it's the future. Pretty sure everything is lasers. Hey, maybe we'll be on the same team against a couple of losers who don't know shit about tactics and shooting." What, like Church? "And we can sweep the floor with them." Maybe he'll shoot better when actual bullets aren't involved? Hey, he can't make the excuse of 'the sun was in my eyes'.

"What do you know about tactics?" She's calling your bluff. "You and your team had trouble putting on their armor in the morning and figuring out which way to hold your guns."

"Nah, that was just Caboose. Can't speak for the Reds, though." Buncha assholes. But assholes he knew. "Okay, so, laser tag. Anything else you wanna run around doing?"

He swears he isn't a lost puppy. Honest.

"I need to get more clothes and we're going to need to stock the kitchen soon." The more she thought about the errands and activities they might be doing today, the more she was struck with how goddamn normal they all sounded. What happened to being a super soldier?

She shakes her head slightly and gets up to clear her plate. For all the trouble this place is, she's alive at least. Maybe she'll get used to the life here eventually.

"So laser tag and then shopping. ...As long as we don't need headlight fluid..." Man, whatever happened to the pink guy? "I need better shit to wear. So guess we're gonna do that weird couple thing where we try shit on and pretend to compliment each other. Noooo, your ass absolutely doesn't look fat in those pants!"

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