Who: Sara Lance and Tandy Bowen What: Chatting Where: their house When: Thursday afternoon Warnings: probably not Status: closed/complete
Other than briefly checking in to make sure that Tandy was okay, Sara hadn't really talked to her ward about the whole 80s thing. She knew that she should, considering they had been mother and daughter, which... she wasn't even really old enough to have a daughter Tandy's age, but the dome clearly didn't care about that.
It was awkward though, especially since she didn't know a lot about Tandy's parents at home or what her relationship was like with them. Still, she made a point to head into the kitchen when she heard Tandy down there. "Hey, I was thinking about making some spaghetti or something before I head into the club," she said. "You want any?"
She wasn't a great cook by any means, but she could handle pasta and jarred sauce.