Miss M (fuzzyspacekitty) wrote in fortevoce, @ 2016-06-21 22:02:00 |
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78. Kitchen: Liv Moore, Second Age
Liv and Sherlock had been working long days in an effort to catch up since getting back. Liv didn't particularly enjoy putting in extra hours, but there was sort of a quiet comfort being around Sherlock. He was far from warm and fuzzy, and they wouldn't be braiding each other's hair any time soon, but he had her back. That was really good to know. He was probably her best friend here, which sounded absolutely stupid. Kimmy was a sweet kid, a good roommate, and she enjoyed spending time with Sunshine Personified, but she couldn't really open up to her. She was afraid Kimmy might have a breakdown if Liv told her the truth. Best case scenario, she'd be terrified of Liv. Worst case, finding out zombies exist would shatter Kimmy's rose-colored world view. Liv couldn't stomach either of those possibilities.
Speaking of stomach, Liv's lady-killer brain--metaphorical, not literal--was starting to wear off. She knew she had leftovers in the fridge. “Hey, babe,” she called to Kimmy as she walked in the door, no doubt weirding her roommate out yet again. Kimmy was in the kitchen looking foxy--Seriously, Liv needed to find a new brain, stat! “Mm, something smells--”
Liv stopped cold as she realized what Kimmy’s cooking smelled like. “Kimmy, what are you doing?” She asked, quickly moving into the kitchen and looking at the frying pan Kimmy was standing over. “Those are--those are mine, you can't eat that. Did you eat that?”
Kimmy's eyes were wide, like a deer frozen in headlights. She didn't understand why Liv was suddenly jumping down her throat. Sure, some people were possessive about their things, but this seemed to be a little overboard. And Kimmy thought they were friends… “I.. No. I was just trying to be nice,” she said, her voice little. “You had a long day, so I thought it would be nice if dinner was ready for you.”
Liv blinked, feeling like a deflating balloon. “Thanks, Kimmy. That's really sweet. But really, you shouldn't get into my food, ever. There could be, like. Food allergies, or something.” That made no sense, but maybe Kimmy wouldn't argue with her.
It made sense to Kimmy. Liv wasn't angry at her, and it wasn't that she didn't want to share, she was just worried about food allergies. Kimmy wasn't sure if it was Liv with the allergies, or if Kimmy might be allergic to something, but either way, it made sense to be concerned about. Apparently food allergies had become a Big Deal since Kimmy was out. And Liv had gone to medical school, after all. She smiled brightly and nodded. "I will stay away from the containers with your name on them!"
"Thank you," Liv said, relieved as she took over the frying pan and found a plate. That was a really close call.