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Post by skids on Jan 20, 2010 21:30:48 GMT -5
Brown eyes flicked from red head to white head rapidly. "And," she began, drawing out the word, "until then, I'll be confined to the brig, right? Or wherever you guys keep unruly mutants with penchants for escaping?" She was kidding, of course, though she wasn't aware of the underground facilities. She was resisting the urge to skate over to refrigerator, ransack it, and skedaddle; that seemed rude.
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 20, 2010 21:32:48 GMT -5
Ty looked at Pietro and switched to German, aware the girl was trying to make a joke and being serious to show just how funny it wasn't. "The Professor would never forgive you if you kept her in a holding cell."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 20, 2010 21:42:44 GMT -5
::Pietro doubted that; in fact, he knew Uncle would forgive him, because Uncle had the unfortunate habit of forgiving everyone. However, as they had already reached the root of the matter, there was no need for him to bring her to the basement...and he could sacrifice the few hours of sleep he might have otherwise had to make sure she did nothing harmful.:: "You stay up with me, or sleep in the parlor."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 20, 2010 21:56:38 GMT -5
Ty made a look as if that wasn't exactly what she had in mind, but he'd do what he'd do, and this time around she wouldn't argue with him.
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Post by skids on Jan 20, 2010 22:01:55 GMT -5
Skids didn't miss the look Typhoid shot the white-haired cop. She was confused by it, but Pietro's offer of rest seemed like something she should take him up on. After all, if she were asleep, her body wouldn't annoy her with irritating hunger pangs; her stomach, especially now, with the promise of all that food a few feet away, was growling. She hadn't filched anything before coming here.
"I wouldn't mind a few more hours sleep," she replied, no longer joking; her previous one hadn't seemed to go over well with her current audience. "If the offer stands, that is." Might as well give them an out; they didn't seem to like her very much.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 20, 2010 22:06:45 GMT -5
::That was fine with Pietro; he could settle with a pile of books in the parlor and read while she slept. There was one other matter, because it was expected, and because he had gone hungry once himself, he recognized the look.:: "Are you hungry?"
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Post by skids on Jan 20, 2010 22:10:35 GMT -5
Thinking her traitorous stomach must have given her away, Skids looked down, embarrassed, and shrugged. "A little," she muttered. "Yeah."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 20, 2010 22:14:33 GMT -5
"I was about to make hot chocolate," Ty said gently. "And it's early in the morning. I could go for eggs and toast, if you will." It didn't hurt to at least be kind; she remembered surviving on the street, and hunger was a familiar sensation. She wouldn't wish it on anyone.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 20, 2010 22:17:00 GMT -5
::That was fine with Pietro, as it was easy enough to make. He nodded slightly at Rossignol, and asked Skids,:: "Do you eat meat?"
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Post by skids on Jan 20, 2010 22:21:36 GMT -5
Skids smiled slightly at Typhoid and nodded. Before she could respond, though, Pietro asked her if she ate meat. Again, she nodded. "Only when I could find some still edible, but yes," she replied, turning her shy smile onto him as well. "Eggs and toast sound great on their own, though," she added. She didn't want them to go to any lengths just for her.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 20, 2010 22:26:28 GMT -5
::Pietro could use the additional protein, and thus upon reaching the refrigerator, pulled out the carton of eggs and a package of sausage.:: "I will make sausage."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 20, 2010 22:28:23 GMT -5
Ty nodded to Skids in the direction of the kitchen table. "Take a seat. It'll be ready in a minute." She went to the pantry to find the hot chocolate mix and marshmallows.
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Post by skids on Jan 20, 2010 22:34:52 GMT -5
Skids did as she was told, not willing to pass up the promise of a meal she didn't have to risk her neck or dig through a trash bin to get at. She took a seat at the kitchen counter, sliding into one of the stools and watching as the two adults worked.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 20, 2010 22:35:01 GMT -5
::Pietro brought the food over to the counter and pulled down a skillet. He greased it, heated the stove, and then began to cook.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 20, 2010 22:36:48 GMT -5
Ty took one of the other burners on the stove to put the water on to heat up, got down mugs, and poured a packet of mix into each glass. "Did you want water or something?" she asked Pietro quietly, assuming he wouldn't want hot chocolate with sugar in it.
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