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[gunslingerqueen]

Wanna continue a TFLN thread? Wanna text or call Nariko, or just play in general?

Here's the place to do it!

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[gunslingerqueen]

[if he ends up kidnapped after she finds a proper apartment it definitely won't have anything to do with what she absolutely doesn't notice!]

Yep. Now, the real question is can you handle the amazing meal I'm about to make!

[hairrowing]

[if he just lets her and doesn't say much it has nothing to do with what she won't notice!]

Of course. Probably.

[gunslingerqueen]

Probably!

[For the record it is extremely difficult to not notice anything here and they can't arrive at the kitchen soon enough.]

Sooo are we never going to talk about the potato salad thing? Because you rocked my world with that.

[He's had other foods! She's been with him while he's eaten other things!]

[hairrowing]

Rocked-- why? It's good.

[a little defensive and is noticibly leading her into one of the back rooms, the kitchen, as fast as he can-- a little faster than at first, trying to out-glare the new crowd]

[gunslingerqueen]

How do potatoes and leaves go together ...?

[Consider, if you will, that Nariko Lunae doesn't actually know what potato salad is.

Also wow there are a lot of people here, but he gets the-glares-are-ignored privileges for a while longer, especially as they make it to the kitchen. Time to unpack!!]

[hairrowing]

It-- it isn't-- there are no leaves. It's potatoes, and hard boiled eggs...mayo..that kinda stuff.

[does she not know what potato salad is??]

[gunslingerqueen]

[ She stops, holding a whole dethawed chicken in both hands. Then: ]

I might need you to make some potato salad.

[She absolutely doesn’t know what it is.]

For research purposes!

[hairrowing]

Do you guys call it something different..? Like, egg salad or something...?

[he doesn't mind making it, just kind of looks thoughtful standing there watching her]

[gunslingerqueen]

[Look, she was going to fuck up at one point or another but, over potato salad???]

It’s more like … We don’t have that where I’m from?

[They don’t have chickens either but she’s perfectly comfortable dumping it in a pan and moving to wash her hands.]

[hairrowing]

[same but shhhhh

a grunt]

Guess that makes sense.

[gunslingerqueen]

[...]

Hey, Gladion.

[Better to know or be pleasantly ignorant?]

You know I'm not from around here, right?

[hairrowing]

.....Yeah, I know. It's not obvious but, yeah.

[gunslingerqueen]

Does it worry you?

[No, that's not what she really wants to ask, though it's still valid.]

I guess, are you curious about it?

[hairrowing]

I am pretty curious. Not really worried. [besides worried about you, he doesn't add]

[gunslingerqueen]

Ohhh, you wanna know more about me!

[... She can't even pull off the usual brand of obnoxious teasing, and her laugh is a bit dry.]

Y'know, I've spent so much time avoiding things as they are, or outright lying, that telling someone the honest truth is actually scary.

[And unbelievable. There's coming from a different part of the world and then ... What Nariko has going on. Most people can't handle it too well.]

[hairrowing]

[he rolls his eyes goodnaturedly]

It might be a little, yeah. I think it's...a little scary to tell anyone stuff. About yourself. You don't have to if you don't want to.

[gunslingerqueen]

No, I want to, when I find the right words.

[She is extremely comfortable in a kitchen, and doesn't have any qualms with looking for what she needs as if the place belongs to her.]

We can't be best friends if there are gigantic secrets.

[hairrowing]

['gigantic' she says. he hums]

Not necessarily. But if you do feel comfortable...

[gunslingerqueen]

[One hand is decidedly not clean due to cooking, but the other immediately settles on his shoulder:]

I'm an alien from another world!

[hairrowing]

[he looks at her, then down at the hand on his shoulder, then back at her face again]

You sure?

[gunslingerqueen]

Nope! Kidding, obviously.

[And yet, it takes an extra second to withdraw her hand. ]

More importantly, I've decided that if I can impress you with my cooking then I'll try becoming a chef!

[hairrowing]

[he hums.]

You really will? Become a chef? You should do it if you like it.

[and then...]

If you weren't kidding, you'd be okay. I wouldn't be scared or anything.

[gunslingerqueen]

Hm.

[... She wasn't kidding, but let's give that one time to bake. For now, acknowledgement comes in the form of a tiny, but still pained smile and nod.]

Like I said, only if I impress you, so don't go easy on me! I was thinking about what you said before, about doing something that makes me happy, and it's true that I love building things, and architecture but ...

[A head tilt, a more relaxed expression.] Nothing compared to cooking with my brother when he got back home from school.

[hairrowing]

[it really wouldn't take that much to impress him. he's not eating gourmet anymore. he'd just be glad]

It's a little like cookie, isn't it? Ingredients and...everything that goes with it.

[gunslingerqueen]

Kinda, yeah! You get to create something and make it as artful or direct as you want!

[And to be fair she is glowing pretty exuberantly, here.]

You still have to give me your honest opinion, though!