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WHAT in person
WHERE wherever there's a street :)
WHEN Day 27

[ Wherever you are there is a somewhat ominous ice cream truck nearby. Playing its ominous music. Driving slowly. If you try to approach though, it vanishes, leaving your fingers feeling weirdly sticky as if you had been eating the most delicious ice cream drumstick in your life.

and you crave ... something... what, well, that probably depends on the person, hm? ]

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I'm not a diner, either. How do you want your eggs?

[man. now that he's on a couch though, his exhaustion really hits him and he kicks off his shoes and lies down, rubbing his palms over his eyes]

Oh, uh.. scrambled. Or over easy. I don't know. Surprise me.

[then belatedly]

Thanks.

Edited 2017-08-04 19:10 (UTC)

Don't worry about it.

[tossing a blanket throw onto him, still folded, so he can decide to use it or not, and heading into the kitchen.

and, in fact, she does have bacon as he will be able to smell momentarily when she starts frying it up.]

[his eyes are closed when he smells it]

I love you right now.

[lightly, from the kitchen]

Are you delirious?

Very possibly.

Well, take it easy.

[eyes still closed but smiling]

Yes, ma'am.

[a short while later she comes back over with a plate for him. bacon and eggs over easy and sourdough toast and a little cup with raspberries and blueberries in it. it's not artfully plated or anything but what do you expect. she doesn't say anything, just puts it down on the coffee table.]

[opening an eye, then the other when he sees the food]

Oh my god, suddenly a hole in my chest doesn't seem that bad.

You're not allergic to anything, are you?

If I am, I'm ready to die again finding out.

[digs in!]

Want something to drink? I always just get my coffee at your place these days, but I can make tea. ...or hot chocolate, I guess.

[so hungry!!]

Careful, I'll get used to this.

I recommend you don't.

[just eating, slowing eventually]

I'm thinking I should actually learn to cook.

Have you seriously been living on take-out for almost a hundred years?

Come on, of course not. Only the last fifty.

Well, it's not hard.

[makes a so-so motion]

So much time, so little payoff.

Scared you'll suck?

Certain of it.

I'd offer to teach you, but I have a strong suspicion it'd just turn into me cooking for you on a regular basis while you attempt to pretend to pay attention.

I have absolutely no idea what would ever make you think that.

[munch munch]

Uh huh.

[getting up]

Last call if you want something to drink that isn't oolong.