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Post by Odin on Jun 23, 2008 12:53:49 GMT -5
::Not that Odin would admit it, but he was also glad when she removed her boots. He had bad associations. They'd need to go shoe-shopping, and he added that to his mental list.:: "There's Chinese food in the refrigerator, and a bottle of plum wine on the counter, if you drink."
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Post by miranda on Jun 23, 2008 12:56:55 GMT -5
Stacy let out a soft noise of longing at the mention of chinese food. "God, are you sure?" she asked. She saw this are some kind of delicacy nowadays.
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Post by Odin on Jun 23, 2008 12:58:39 GMT -5
"I'm sure," ::Odin lived almost entirely on take-out. What wasn't take-out was either frozen or bought at the diner where he ate in. In that way, he hadn't lived a life of deprivation. In other ways, perhaps, but now wasn't the time to reminisce.::
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Post by miranda on Jun 23, 2008 13:02:50 GMT -5
"Ok," she said softly, already feeling hungry. She also wanted to shower, and get some sleep, and wasn't sure what she wanted most of all. She heard her stomach growl, and she clutched it. Maybe she should eat. She stood again, pulling her skirt down slightly.
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Post by Odin on Jun 23, 2008 13:04:11 GMT -5
::Her hand moved to her skirt, but simply tugged. Odin for the dozenth time in the last few months thanked whomever was responsible for male fashion. He had it easier.
She'd stood, which implied she wasn't changing yet, but she could be off to the shower, or the closet for bedding, or the kitchen for food. Difficult, unfamiliar, having a house guest.:: "I'll go set the table so you can settle in."
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Post by miranda on Jun 23, 2008 13:18:38 GMT -5
Finished straightening her skirt, which was more hapazard than most thanks to its short length, she moved off to the door. "Oh, you don't need to worry about that, honey," she said, waving a dismissive hand. "Trust me, I don't need special treatment." She headed on into the kitchen, looking around with interest. She spotted the fridge and looked inside for the leftover chinese.
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Post by Odin on Jun 23, 2008 13:23:12 GMT -5
::Odin hadn't been exaggerating when he described himself as a neat freak. All of the different take-out was wrapped up in the refrigerator, and the date it had been ordered was written in sharpie, as well, each container was labeled with restaurant name and dish.
There was precious little else in the refrigerator, aside from the paper containers and tin-foiled pizza and sandwiches. Milk for coffee and a container of eggs. He needed to go grocery shopping.
While she searched for food, he went to the coffeemaker to put on a pot.::
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Post by miranda on Jun 23, 2008 13:26:13 GMT -5
Crouching down, Stacy arched an eyebrow at the order of the food, but decided to help him maintain his preferences by picking one that was the oldest so it could be eaten instead of being thrown away. She straightened, shutting the fridge door with her hip while she set about opening the top of the packaging. Without even getting cutlery, she picked some of the food up by her fingers and ate it with a satisfied sound.
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Post by Odin on Jun 23, 2008 13:28:51 GMT -5
::While the coffee brewed, Odin went to the drawer by the counter and pulled out a knife and fork, which he set beside her. He then took out two coffee mugs, should she want some as well, and set them out on the counter to wait.:: "When was the last time you ate?"
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Post by miranda on Jun 23, 2008 13:43:50 GMT -5
She shrugged absently, having another mouthful of food, barely swallowing as she spoke. "I had some toast this morning."
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Post by Odin on Jun 23, 2008 13:46:53 GMT -5
::That wasn't quite as bad as Odin had expected, but her behavior told him that filling meals weren't quite as common. He sat down at the table across from her. Strangely, he had no appetite, hadn't developed one all evening. He could attribute that to new circumstances, and mentally left it at that.:: "I should have enough bread for toast tomorrow, but beyond that...I'll need to go out."
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Post by miranda on Jun 23, 2008 13:56:33 GMT -5
Licking her fingers clean, she picked up the fork off the work top and leaned back against the counter, eating with the utensil. "Well, I'll go with you if you like."
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Post by Odin on Jun 23, 2008 13:58:51 GMT -5
"If you won't find it too mundane," ::Odin replied with a light smirk. He wouldn't mind her company, and she could pick out anything he'd otherwise neglect due to his admittedly poor eating habits.::
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Post by miranda on Jun 23, 2008 14:06:50 GMT -5
She shook her head, a smile on her face. "No way, honey. I wanna get out there and see the world differently for once!"
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Post by Odin on Jun 23, 2008 14:08:33 GMT -5
::Odin smirked again, and made a point about her abilities, although he also passively made it plain she could come.:: "You already see the world differently."
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