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[5055034455]

[Because he's coming over, that's why.

She probably knows the sound of his footsteps well enough by now, but he still pokes her shoulder when he walks up behind her, a silent little guess who.]

:D

[legal_eagle]

[She turns and shoots him a rather irritable glance. A fine reward for making the journey.]

Who invited you?

[5055034455]

[Her glance is met with a completely feigned pout.]

And here I was gonna make you pancakes...

[legal_eagle]

Like you can cook.

[5055034455]

Um, excuse you. I used to cook breakfast for my roommates almost every morning back on Earth. I'd tell you to ask them, but...

[They both went home.

Saul makes a face.]

You want 'em or not?

[legal_eagle]

[She looks up at him, narrowing her eyes in confusion.]

Wait, are you really offering?

[5055034455]

I'm really offering, but that offer's gonna expire if you don't give me a "yes" or "no" within the next ten seconds.

[It's not difficult, Sonya!

PANCAKES!]

[legal_eagle]

[But a "yes" or "no" isn't quite forthcoming yet:]

Why?

[5055034455]

Because everything's fucked up and I feel like making pancakes.

[legal_eagle]

[A pause, then she looks down at the table. But her face isn't quite so sour.]

If you want to make pancakes, make them. Don't do it on my account.

[5055034455]

[Yeah, that's going mostly ignored.]

You like anything special in 'em?

[Not that he knows what's in stock in the kitchen, but...]

[legal_eagle]

[She doesn't respond a moment, but then finally says:]

Just don't make me any bacon.

[5055034455]

[He grins wryly.]

Who said anything about bacon? Gimme about ten minutes. Sit tight.

[And off he goes, disappearing into the kitchen.]

[legal_eagle]

[Naturally she does no such thing. At once she gets up and follows him into the kitchen, leaning against the doorway and watching him, making no comment. Just...staring.]

[5055034455]

[Of course. Saul doesn't protest, at least; he never minds her company, even if he's a little unnerved by the staring.

Maybe she's just checking to make sure he won't poison her, or something.

It's a morbid thought, so he doesn't voice it. Instead, he folds his jacket and sets it off to the side, then rolls his sleeves up and gets to work. It's not tough for him to find the ingredients; no one's moved them since he last made stress pancakes, though there's a bit less of everything. He makes a mental note to figure out what's up with the missions later.

Here's hoping Sonya enjoys silent cooking shows.]

[legal_eagle]

[She's quiet a full minute, two, before, abruptly, she speaks.]

So do you have to adjust for the difference in the atmospheric pressure?

[5055034455]

[He glances slowly over at her, one eyebrow arched.]

Huh. That explains the disaster that was my first attempt. Yeah, I guess — cooking time's different, but I haven't really changed the measurements around.

[Not that he measures anything, as she's about to see.]

[legal_eagle]

[She gives a half-shrug.]

Well, I couldn't suggest how you might go about that. I just laid the sum totality of my cooking knowledge on you. That atmospheric pressure changes things.

[5055034455]

That's on cookie dough wrappers, right? For people in higher elevations?

[He hums thoughtfully, then goes searching for a whisk.]

Dunno why I didn't think of that.

[legal_eagle]

[She gives a little snort.]

What, you think that's how know about it? A single woman with no time to cook would never buy slice and bake cookies.

[5055034455]

[After finding the whisk — and grabbing a spatula on the way — he smirks over at her.]

Because you'd just eat it straight out of the package, right?

[legal_eagle]

[With mock-haughtiness:]

Oh, really. You don't think I'm out there, every night, dining in the finest New York restaurants, as befits my massively indebted status?

[5055034455]

Ah, yes. Of course. How silly of me.

[Cue a bit of laughing as he mixes the dry ingredients together, shaking his head.]

Only caviar and pâté for you, hm?

[legal_eagle]

[A snort.]

Purchased on my 50k annual salary, after my eight hundred dollar per month loan repayment. That's my life.

[5055034455]

So extravagant.

[And here she is, having pancakes cooked for her on the moon.

Life is hilarious.]