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No, on a mission. We can call it a supply run.

[Leave for a week, come back with... probably just one bag of inconsequential junk...

The thought makes him laugh.]

I mean, it can be a supply run. An easy one, though.

[controlledvariable]

[She'd make a face at him for that, but it'd require leaning back, so she doesn't.]

We can do a proper supply run. [With limited resources and power, she'd feel guilty about going on a mission just to mess around.] Where are you thinking of going? ABQ?

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I dunno. Maybe. Would you want to go?

[It might be nice, but...]

What about Chicago?

[controlledvariable]

[Instead of answering straight away, she guides him into a gentle kiss.]

As long as you're gonna be there, I'm happy with anywhere.

[Now who's being cheesy.]

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[NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

He mumbles something unintelligible against her lips, then ducks his head once she pulls away because he's sure his cheeks are bright red.

God.

Why is everything high school again sdhkfsdhjk]

That's where I'm from. Since you showed me Gotham...

[controlledvariable]

[Hey, if he's allowed to be cheesy, so can she.]

Chicago sounds nice. [a beat, and just a little nervously:] We could pick sometime around Christmas?

[Just. You know. If he wanted.

It might be fun.

Or something.

Whatever.]

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[Christmas, when everything is magical as fuck and there's snow on the ground and most people are so cheerful in spite of the cold that it's enough to make someone's heart possibly literally melt?

IT'S THE MOST DEADLY TIME OF THE YEAR, YO

MISTLETOE AND SHIT

He beams at her.]

That sounds perfect.

[controlledvariable]

[She smiles back, relieved that he didn't think that was maybe taking things too far.]

Great.

[Christmas. She technically should have had a Christmas by now, based on how many months have passed since she left home.]

Now we just have to work out what supplies to get.

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Anything with power might be good. Solar-powered battery packs, or something. Or maybe just battery packs, and Tony can re-purpose them...

[He trails off there, suddenly distracted by the need to kiss her cheek.]

[controlledvariable]

[She tilts her head a little, to make that easier for him.]

Donny was looking at setting up generators for the clinic, but something small scale and a little more portable would be good, too. [a beat] I gotta get nicotine patches for Lisbeth.

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[How considerate.

He nudges her head over a bit more so he can drag his lips over toward her ear, humming thoughtfully as he goes.]

Yeah, portable's good. I'll find out if Jesse needs anything.

[And Mike. And Skyler. And... others.]

[controlledvariable]

[That's a bit distracting, but she's not complaining.]

Maybe some pants that fit.

[Steph pls]

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[That's funny, but:]

He'd never wear 'em.

[controlledvariable]

I'd probably have more chance of buying a pink dress for Lisbeth and getting her to wear it.

[Can you imagine....]

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[He can. And that mental image is killing him.]

Jesus...

[controlledvariable]

Pink and frilly. Like a proper princess dress.

[she's laughing so hard.]

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I'm pretty sure that would end with the spilling of much blood.

[Theirs.

And everyone else's.]

[controlledvariable]

Let's wait until the resurrection tech is back online.

[so she does sort of have some self-preservation instincts]

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Good call.

[But even then.

Saul doesn't want to die that kind of death.]

Do you know anyone else who brought pets up here? I should probably get some real cat food for Mike. There are a few other cats around, too. And Keith has a dog. And Medusa, but I think her dog eats... like, people...

[controlledvariable]

[She pulls back enough that he can see her wrinkle her nose.]

I really hope it doesn't, she'll probably set it on me. [That would be bad.] But yeah, pet food's a good idea. Donny has a cat and a dog.

[She goes quiet, a thoughtful look on her face before her eyes widen.]

Oh my god! Gingerbread lattes!

[THEY CAN GO TO STARBUCKS]

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If she hasn't set it on me yet, I think you're fine.

[He's about to add "pet food" to his mental list when Steph has that little outburst, and for a second all he can do is stare at her because that's freaking adorable.

But then.

Then he realizes.

Yes.

STARBUCKS.]

What if we leave right now? Can we? D'you think they'd let us?

[controlledvariable]

[Steph grins, and leans back because she wants to gesture with her hands without, you know, hitting him in the face.

But she's forgotten they're on a bunk bed, so before she can say anything, her head hits the bedframe.]

Fuck!

[Ow.]

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[He's not laughing. He's not.

He's —

No, okay, he's laughing. How is this the same girl that jumps off of buildings without a problem?]

Well done, Batgirl.

[But since he's not a total jerk, he'll lift a hand to gently rub the spot she just hit.]

[controlledvariable]

[She drops her head to his shoulder and whimpers pathetically.

How could he laugh at her when she's clearly in so much pain?]

I hate everything.

[EVERYTHING EVER!!!!]

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Everything?

[She might not be able to see it, but his pout is totally audible.]