uǝɥdǝʇs (strange) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-05-26 20:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, sabrina spellman, stephen strange |
Who: Sabrina & Strange.
Where: The bar.
When: After this.
What: Father-daughter time.
Status: Completed.
Warnings: Nah.
Stephen hadn't been lying when he told Sabrina that he made a damn good club sandwich. Even after all this time of being at the hotel, he still couldn't claim that he was a spectacular chef. However, since he preferred to spend his time working over anything else, Stephen had mastered the art of quick, easy meals. And since he cooked bacon often for Loki, he knew exactly how long to leave it in the pan for Sabrina's liking. He was sure that Sabrina didn't particularly care about how it was presented on the plate, but all the same, he attempted to make it look nice: the cut up sandwich evenly spaced apart, the chips in a tidy little pile, the pickle on it's own tiny saucer on the side. Stephen wasn't sure what was wrong, but he knew something must have been eating away at his little witch. She didn't get drunk like this for fun. Something must have happened. Something more recent than the events of New York.. So once the sandwich was made, he'd portal his way to the bar. He stepped through that ring of golden sparks, coming up behind Sabrina and placing her sandwich on the bar counter in front of her. "Hey there, kid," he greeted, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and gently drawing her in for a hug. "Salem, good to see you," he added, nodding towards the cat. With his free hand, Stephen would conjure up a glass of water for Sabrina, nudging it in her direction. He wasn't here to shame her for drinking. Or even completely put a stop to it, honestly. His goal was more to slow her down and at least get some food in her stomach. "Stress conjuring again, huh? We don't.. we don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to. But you know I'm going to ask regardless. What's this all about?" |