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[anewlanguage]

[Cain has flour on his cheek, and he's in the kitchen, taking a break.] Y'know, worldwide there's room for comfort food after a real shitty day. I'm takin' requests.

Me, I always went for pierogis. Stayed in Poland just long enough to learn how to make 'em. [And to kill a diplomat. But. You know.] Kid seemed to like 'em pretty well, too. Pretty sure tastes change, though...

Anyway, give 'em here, give me all your requests.

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[hellofist]

I have- a name, now.

[anewlanguage]

Was tryin' to respect your privacy. [Since she's not the only kid he ever took in but--uh. That's a secret.]

[hellofist]

Most people know. Already asked them... not to kill you, remember?

[anewlanguage]

Sure, but do you want me tellin' em your baby stories?

[hellofist]

[Why did she do this? Why did she open herself up to this? It's stupid, she knows that, but she still doesn't cut the feed.]

Probably you, who shouldn't want it. Start with- two for flinching, maybe?

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[bodilesswarrior]

[She wasn't going to respond. She's staying as far away from David Cain as she can; she's realised bloody vengeance isn't the answer, won't help anything, but that doesn't mean it's easy.

And she wouldn't intercede now, except she sees how upset this conversation is making Cass.]

I'm here. [It's soft, and quiet, all of her own rage pushed aside. She won't tell Cass what to do, how to handle this; she just wants her to know she has support.]

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[hellofist]

I know.

[But it's impossible to ignore how just her voice calms something in Cass, lets her shoulders relax just a little bit. She can focus better now, maybe. Hopefully.]

You always are.

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[bodilesswarrior]

[A soft, warm smile.]

And don't you forget it.

[She reaches out with her hand, pressing it to the screen. It's the best she can do right now.]

[surfaceshine]

[Cain, every time Dean starts to like you, you do something to remind him why he doesn't.]

I thought you said you barely knew how to cook.

[anewlanguage]

[He could take a few minutes to compose himself and come back bantering and smirking. He decides not to, and just shrugs. What the hell. It's not like Dean couldn't see the conversation with Cass.]

I know ten recipes, tops. Some of 'em involve rat so I don't really count 'em. But I'm a quick learner.

What's your request, Warden?

[surfaceshine]

[Dean's plenty annoyed, but maybe it's guilt over what happened in Silent Hill, maybe it's how cooperative he was being before that, after, maybe it's that Dean has a line for how much of a dick he's willing to be.

The last isn't likely, but it's possible.]

Churros.

[anewlanguage]

[Cain nods with a gruff sound. He'll have to look that one up.]

Hope you don't mind a few practice runs.

[Private]

[He thumbs on their filter and then...and then the words just kind of dry up for a moment.]

Didn't mean to upset her. I figured she had my feed blocked.

[surfaceshine]

I survived on my own cooking when I was a kid. I think I'll be fine.

[ Private ]

[It's not that the shine only wears off Dean when he's not in public; he's been a dick in public plenty of times. It's that now he's just plain annoyed.]

Yeah, what about the rest of the Barge?

You don't get to decide when you and her are connected again. That's her choice, whether you think she's watching or not.

[deadly_ned]

Pie.

There's a, um.

A competition, for small shops that make comfort food, where I come from. And I usually...enter it.


I don't know much from pierogis. But I've never actually...had one.

[anewlanguage]

Tell you what, you teach me, I'll teach you.

[deadly_ned]

I'll teach you how to make a cake-pie.


And I want you to give it to your daughter.

[anewlanguage]

Don't think she'd take it from me, kid. [But hell, it's worth a shot. If nothing else, he's sure Iris and Dean would eat cake-pie.]

Come on down, my shift just started.

[private]

[routemistress]

There's a thing we used to 'ave on Karn, spiced fried fish tongues. Quite like Terran salt and pepper shrimp. I don't actually mind not 'aving it, though.

[She's just ...being here.]

[private]

[anewlanguage]

[He'd normally laugh, rattle off one of his anecdotes about his travels. It is, understandably, not going to happen right now.]

Y'could come help me make churros for the Warden, darlin'. Or at least watch me try.

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[routemistress]

'Ow 'ard can it be? Don't answer that, I'm on me way.

[Nah, she's not going to talk about it either; she just couldn't not make contact.]

What the 'eck are churros?

[private]

[anewlanguage]

They're cinnamon-sugar coated pastries. In these long, star-shaped sticks. Pretty good, from what I can tell.

[But he pulls her over, hand roughly in her hair, and kisses her. For a good long while.

He feels shame for taking comfort afterward, but what can you do.]

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[with_my_teacup]

So how old is she in your cute little two for flinching family anecdote?

[Riddick's cheerful, conversational tone is poisonously insincere. But he's broadcasting dislike but not threat. Picking up a breakfast shift may be uncomfortable, but not hazardous.]

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[anewlanguage]

Six months when it started, went on her whole life. You really wanna go into this with me?

[There's a definite snarl in his tone.]

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[with_my_teacup]

Just wanted the surprises out of the way. [Staying sweet and conversational is unkind. So is Riddick.]

Not like I was going to do anything about it.

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[anewlanguage]

Fair enough. I try to keep my personal life out of my work, it's not gonna be a problem if I join your morning shift.

[He likes people who are unkind. It's just that it also sometimes leads to violence.]