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ʀᴏɢᴜᴇ has a (dangerous_touch) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-09-23 08:47:00

Who: Gin & Rogue
When: During that whole PLANT ATTACK Kryptonite plot.
Where: Gin's place
What: LOLing at Wisteria, Cooking, Talks
Rating: PG13 for language and plant murder?
Status: Complete

Rogue? Was over the plants. So. Very. Over. the plants. Her spider plant had tried to strangle her. Her Aloe plant was giving her dirty looks. And her cactus? Turned her room into a spike trap trying to kill her. She was burning the lot of them later. End of fucking story. Done. She refused. Plants. Ick. she shuddered as she hiked her ass over to Gin’s place. And lamented the entire way that she had no car. Damn it. She could have stolen one but thaaaaaaaat was a lot of effort. So she walked. And sulked, plants! she kicked a bush as she walked by it. (true story, mun did that while taking plant biology).

Rogue showed up at his door in jean shorts, a dark green tank top (not see through, damn you Maxim) and flip flops. With a bag of ice cream, caramel and chocolate syrup plus sprinkles and other goodies. “Special delivery!” she said, grinning wickedly.

See thru tank tops would not be a bad thing. Or so Gin would've thought, had she shown up wearing one. That she showed up in casual attire was enough bonus points as it was, and additional points were earned because she brought ice cream with all the trimmings.

Gin was leaning against his open front door like it was the only thing holding him upright, giving him the look of a true lazy ass that couldn't stand up on his own two feet, because he couldn't be bothered to exert the effort. He was wearing a white v-neck t-shirt and loose fitting white pants, that had the look of khaki's, minus the color. His feet were bare and his hair was messed up, thanks to the thrashing limbs of all of his much loved persimmon trees being on the attack. He nearly lost an eye, if not for flash stepping out of the way of the impaling branch, and yet he -still- couldn't bring himself to cut them down. That was because they were afforded more care and concern, than he showed for most living people around him.

"Aww, ya shouldn't have," he said with a much more relaxed grin than his usual pasted on smile. "C'mon in. You can watch the wisteria tryin' ta find a crack to crawl in through."

True enough, there was a large wisteria plant trying to weave and feel it's way across thick glass walls, for any sort of hold it could find. So far, no luck. But it was getting an A for effort.

As he showed her to the kitchen area, it was easy to see that the house was a big, airy, and pristinely white affair. Despite what was going on outside, the inside was still a safe haven since Gin's plants were always outside in the garden. It was full of white furnishings, glass knick knacks, and white tiled floors, all done in a modern style of architecture that probably cost a pretty penny. Even the appliances in the kitchen were white or a highly polished chrome that gleamed silver, and it looked as though a team of maids had gone through the place.

They hadn't, but it looked that way. Gin simply didn't leave a big mess behind when he did stuff at home. He was often out and about anyway, and his roommate, Jessie, was busy trying to set up her veterinary practice.

He hopped so he could sit on the edge of the countertop, next to the cabinet where the bowls were.

Rogue followed him inside and turned to watch the Wisteria trying its damnedest to get inside. She grinned. “Oh boy ain’t this a party.” she grinned and looked out at the marauding plants. Rogue kicked off her shoes by the door, not one to make a mess tromping through the house. She set the bags on the counter, mindful of making any kind of mess period. She smiled at him. “Shouldn’t have but totally did.” she grinned and started setting out all the fixings. Ice cream in like three flavors (Caramel, Vanilla with Cherry and Vanilla with Raspberry fudge swirls), sprinkles in a variety of colors and flavors, syrups (cherry, chocolate and caramel) and even bananas for banana splits. If they were gonna enjoy the show might as well go all out right? There was even a container of andes mints, gummy bears and other crushed snacks to add in, plus a jar of fresh picked cherries.

“Oh ain’t they just so determined.” she got started on sundae making. “And much less terrifying than an angry cacti. Yessh!” true to form she had a few scratches along her cheeks from flying thorns, and a few cuts on her arms from fighting off a strangling spider plant. “Ah’m glad all yers are outside. This be the last time ah keep em indoors!” she said with a laugh as she located the bowls and spoons and got to work. “How ya been otherwise?” She asked as she put together a sundae of deliciousness.

Rogue was feeling good and carried no guilt with her. Which you know is both good and bad. BUT THATS OKAY. She grinned at him, and plucked a cherry from the jar to snack on. “Ah may have acquired a fear of Cacti and side-eying Aloe plants!” she grinned.

"Been good. Nothin' tragic happenin', 'sides the trees trying ta rib stick me. Speakin' of plants, ya gotta soft spot for the prickly plants, duncha?" Gin said, having already opened the cabinets to get the bowls and the drawers for the spoons. "Keepin' 'em outdoors is a good idea. This keeps up, I'm gonna haveta cover you with those bandaid things. The lil' spot-sized ones. If ya don' get turned into a pincushion first."

He ignored the fact that the wisteria had curled it's tendrils into something fist sized and was angrily knocking on the glass for attention. Or, at least, he was trying to ignore it. If he didn't, then he would be out there trying to slice it down and that might be a hard thing to explain, considering he'd be doing that from several feet away and in the blink of an eye, all without moving.

Rogue laughed softly. “Yer poor ribs. Silly trees don’t they know ah prefer my friend in one piece and not stuck like a pig for roastin?” she grinned widely. “Ah do. We ain’t had those back home, so they be kinda cool now. Well used ta be. Ah might burn em.” she laughed a bit as she grinned at him. “Nu uh, ah look ridiculous in those bandaids!” she gave him a face. Then handed him a bowl bedecked with ice cream. “Fix yer own toppings, ah don’t know what you like.” then she made her own bowl and started making a mountain of a sundae. May as well. She don’t treat herself like this often. As it was she was gonna be broke until Raven had a mark for her next. Ugh.

Her eyes lifted to the Wisteria and shook her head. “They be determined, don’t they?” she pushed hair out of her eyes and leaned on the counter. Don’t confuse the Rogue, she’s easily confused and all that crazy might make her stare at him funny then hug him because he was pretty damn awesome. Rogue had a weird outlook on people. “Whatcha gonna do bout em?” at least the wisteria shouldn’t be strong enough to break glass. She hoped. She was ready to try out some plant-fu though if it came to that.

"Aww. Now I can' be lazy an' watch you fussin' over it all." He slid his rear off the edge of the counter and started putting all sorts of things into his bowl, like gummy bears and cherries. He seemed to go for anything red, and was idly arranging it all while eyeing the glass every now and then. He was, in fact, getting a rough estimate of how fast he might have to react if the plant managed to break through. So far, so good, and Gin was never one to shy away from tempting fate. Sometimes he even chose to stand right next to it, even when it was something that could obliterate him in under 2.5 seconds.

What? It kept life interesting.

"I dunno what I'm gonna do yet." He shrugged a little, giving the plant a staring at, his mouth hanging open as it skritched out the word KILL on the glass with some dirt it managed to scoop out from where it was planted. "Ya get attached an' then they go an' pull this sorta thing on ya. Talk about bite the hand that fed ya, huh? Guess if it finds a way in, I'll take care of it then. If not, it's better than watchin' what's on tee-vee."


Rogue smirked., “Next one ah’ll make.”she grinned at him, “You jes wanna see me make you food.” she teased him as she took a bite of her sundae grinning at him. She picked the right things to bring she decided. She stared at the window. “Wow. Really?” she eyed the plant. “You got some intelligent plants there Gin.” she grinned a bit as she leaned back against the counter.

“It’s certainly one track minded. Ah suppose we can’t expect tooo much from plants, yea?” she wiggled her toes as she jumped to sit next to him. “Don’t tempt. They may actually bite the hand the feeds em.” she grinned at him. “And yes! The TV ain’t got nothing like this on. Ain’t sure ah wanted to be part of it all but at least it ain’t boring yeah?” she smiled. “Ah locked the cacti in my room. Ah;’m pretty sure ah;m not gonna have a room when ah get back. The aloe’s trapped in the bathroom and the spiderplant got shoved in a closet. It tried ta strangle me, it was an interesting attempt from a silly spider plant on a window. Ah was Not expecting that when ah walked past.” she huffed.

"I probably talked at 'em too much while pruning, an' they gotta clear view of the TV on the wall there. Didn't think they were listenin' or watchin' that much."

If that plant had learned how to spell, then it really was only a matter of time before it got in there. That one had to go. Just not while Rogue was watching. Or there. Gin eyedarted and took a big old bite of ice cream and winced at the ice cream headache and what her plants tried to do to her. No wonder she looked like she needed dot bandaids!

"Mmm, this' good but that plant stuff ain't. If you wanna stay here, I gotta plenty of room." He pointed his spoon over after licking it clean, so there wasn't any dripping on the floor. "Then I can watch ya make me food, until this blows over. An' it always seems to. The weird goes away real fast."

Rogue smirked. “Plants, man, dey be learning more than we think, yea?” she shook her head a bit. “What you be watching that teaches em dis?” she giggled a bit as she took a big ole bite of ice cream. “Might be a nice idea, ah’ve been sleeping on the beach ta avoid mah plants. ah can’t get close enough to grab em to go bonfire them. Ah think they’ll quiet down then dey won’t know what hit em!” she grinned at him.

“Ah’m starting ta notice the weird goes away pretty fast. Gives us a wee bit of fun then bam! quiet again for a week or two.” she laughed softly and tucked her legs up, balancing the bowl neatly on her knees. “Ooh ah could go grab some stuff to make you a birthday dinner with!” she beamed at him. “Ah lil taste of mah home, if’n that’d suit you? then you can watch me cook to yer heart’s desire.” she mused. This would give him time to stamp out the Wisteria problem.

"Yep, gettin' too smart for their own good. Dinner sounds good, but I'm bettin' that a buncha people are gonna be cookin' me food an' I'm gonna get fat. Not that I mind. I like eatin'."

Gin looked like he was perfectly at ease while he was lazily nomming down on his ice cream, even if he was formulating the best angle and distance to kill that plant dead before it got a chance to reach him. Pity those things took so long to really fill out and grow. It was going to be a bitch waiting for it to grow high enough to train it to grow in the right direction.

He was also in zero danger of ever getting fat. His body type could only be classified as 'slender', which only added to the deceptive way about him. He was not only fast, but could take a straight-on spiritual attack from an opponent and come out of it with a scuff mark. On his forehead. Smile didn't falter for a millisecond. Eeesh.

"What kinda stuff ya gonna cook?" he finally asked, being vastly unfamiliar with true southern cooking. He was ignoring the fact that the wisteria plant was screeching across the glass like fingernails on a chalkboard. "Not that I mind, cuz I'll try anythin' and watching you'll be fun 'nuff."

That plant was seriously like FEED ME SEYMOUR and everything, only it wanted to feast on Shinigami in a classic case of biting the hand that fed it. Or watered it and fertilized it. Whatever.

Rogue smirked at him for a moment. “As if you’d get fat.” she rolled her eyes. “ah’m more in danger than you are!” which was also a lie. Girl had curves in all the right places but fat? not so much. She wasn’t one to get fat, either, or even blemishes. Girl had good luck on ze good genes!

She liked hanging out with Gin. He didn’t make fun of her hair. Or her accent. Or really anything about her. Which was super nice, since a lot people did. She enjoyed his company which was nice, because he also didn’t ask her to pick locks for him every time she saw him. which was kind of a relief because that got tiring after awhile. She knew it was her job, but still. Girl needed down time.

So. Gin got to be that person. The one she relaxed with. Rogue smirked and plucked a marshmallow out of the bag and idly flicked it at the Wisteria. Then wandered over to grab it. “Silly plant, doesn’t it know that the is the most horrendous ear splitting noise EVER?” she stuck her tongue out at the plant before plunking back down next to Gin.

“Oh, a gumbo, ah think, maybe. Maybe some boudin, ah’ll make whatever ah can get the ingredients fer.” she tilted her head at him.

Oddly enough, no matter how disturbingly creepy he meant that smile to be, it did a really good job at putting certain people at ease. And it was probably the reason that he might have been deemed creepy by a lot of people in Soul Society, but he was surprisingly pretty well liked at the same time, especially by the men and women under his command. He didn't mind the practice, but prank pulling and relaxing were something he always instilled on everyone. It also kept them out of his hair if they were pulling pranks on one another or taking a catnap, so he had plenty of time to convincingly play nice with Aizen.

As for that fat bit? For comic effect, he poked one finger into his tummy while sticking his tongue out, and he blew a raspberry. It was like listening to a balloon deflating.

"...plllbblllptt. I'm gonna be a real lard ass if you're feedin' me...” He stopped and turned his head to squint-stare at her, looking pretty much clueless. “What the heck's a boo-dan anyway?"

“Oh, Boudin. A sausage dish, really. Best over a grill but delicious anyway ah make it. All handmade, too, n’ever store buy that shit. It just ain’t right.” she grinned at him. Creepy smile or not, she wasn’t complaining. Hey. Dude. It was a guy being NICE to her and not oogling her tits. Well if he did she didn’t notice so THAT Was okay.

“Then you don’t want mah foods?” she teased as she polished off the ice cream and licked the spoon clean. “Ah don’t ‘ave ta feed ya, ya know.” she grinned again, obviously teasing him because she’d already offered to cook.”Also, yer not the pillsbury doughboy.”

Gin was a boob man. The bigger, the better. If she's got boobs, they've already been noticed. It was because of that happy-go-mischevious squint, that where his gaze was directed wasn't quite so obvious.

Also? What she was describing wasn't anything like KFC, which he was familiar with, and was probably his only brush with 'southern' cooking, even if it was only on Christmas Day back in Japan.

"If I was the doughboy, I woulda giggled," he teased right back. "Instead it sounded like one of those fart cushions ya put under someone about ta sit down. Either way, I haven't had nothin' like that boo-dan stuff. Jus' kay~eff~cee with the chicken an' cake. So you can feed me all ya want. Not gonna say no ta that."

Oh boy boob men. Sigh. Men so predictable. She grinned at him. "Oh boy sugah kfc? Dat aint real southern food." She grinned again and shook her head lightly.

"Oh dem whoopie cushions. Ha sorta" Rogue teased before offering him a sweet smile. "You say da word and ah'll go get stuff ta cook for you."

Booty? Pffft. Boobs were where it was at. It was pretty predictable and if Gin's tastes were put into a mathematical format, it would be like this: Boobs + a pretty face + high maintenance [but fun/funny] chicks = WIN. That was probably Gin's only weakness. Except maybe his blood thirst for revenge and vengeance.

"It ain't? Ahh. Guess I been missin' out," he said, looking sheepish as he rubbed the back of his head with one hand. That would give him time to get rid of that plant. He reached into a pocket and took out a small role of cash, handing it over to Rogue. "Here ya go. If I'm gonna eat it, then I better be payin' for it."

Rogue grinned at him. "Oui ain't real southern delish dishes. Ah’ll make you something good. Promise. " she took the cash gingerly not used to people offering to help pay.

"Be back soon then. " she rinsed her bowl out then slid her flip flops on and slipped out the door. Thumbing her nose at the wisteria as she went.

"Doncha get inta any trouble," Gin said in a pleasantly sing-song voice, while waving one hand in the air as his cute friend departed. As for the plant? The wisteria screeched it's vine-fingers over the glass in response to Rogue's offensive gesture. Then all fell quiet as it and Gin had a stare off.

Tense moments passed in which he waited to make sure that Rogue wasn't anywhere in the vicinity. Gin squinted like he had never squinted, ever before. The plant was completely still, waiting, pressed up against the glass.

Suddenly, Gin moved. It was done in such a way, that it was like he had disappeared. His speed using flash step was blindingly fast, although it would never be as fast as Yoruichi or Byakuya. Even so, Gin was no slouch. Having the fastest Soul Sword in Soul Society meant he was swift and agile and - before the plant had a chance to react - Gin was at the sliding glass door with his wakizashi in hand. The next moment, near the roots of the plant, he crouched down with the blade held close. It was almost like a stand off, with a knife being held to a hostage's throat.

"Ya looked like crap when I first moved in, an' I got ya growin' pretty good. Now, I hate cuttin' down a plant that ain't rotted out or nothin'? But if ya keep this crap up, I'm gonna be prunin' ya where it hurts an' burnin' ya in the fire pit over there. Or I will be, once the persimmon trees stop raisin' a ruckus."

The aforementioned trees were angrily waving their limbs, like spectators in an arena, cheering the wisteria on. They were too far away to uproot themselves and help, as much as they would have liked to help their plant brethren in killing the talky creatures they now loathed so much.

In response to Gin's threat, the wisteria shook like it was being assaulted by the winds of a typhoon. It appeared to be hesitating, right before some of the vines crept up behind Gin's back and promptly wrapped around his throat.

Before he had the spiritual life choked right out of him, Gin used his zanpakuto to slice through the entire trunk of the tree, near the roots. Sure, he had to croak out the words to activate his sword’s shikai abilities, but it still worked. Despite being plant-murdered, it didn't seem willing to let go, even as it's strength began to wane. But wane it did, and Gin was able to pull the vines off himself, and get back inside before the trees started throwing fruit at him. One of them picked up a big white lawn chair and hucked it as far as it could go, and it nearly reached the sliding glass door, just as Gin darted back inside and hastily slid it closed behind him.

"...gonna take forever ta grow a new one," Gin was saying, as he rubbed a hand over his throat, and headed to the bathroom to clean up. He would have to say he went at it with a saw, if Rogue or Jessie asked any questions. “Hell if I’m gonna grow anythin’ that close ta the house, ever again....”


Rogue wandered back a bit later humming as she carried two paper bags in arm. She shrugged the bags into one arm and let herself back in. "It finally got too ornery huh?" She asked as she set the bags down on the counter. Carefully she began to unpack.

Meat was laid out with a thing of breadcrumbs. She had onion and celery. And all the ingredients for gumbo. She smiled sweetly. "Knife and a cuttin board please?" She asked washing all her veggies. She set them aside and pulled her hair up. She found a pencil in her bag and used it like a hair stick pinning her hair up into a slightly messy bun.

" also a sauce pan, a skillet and a platter please sugah." She smiled.

"....yuuuuuuuuup, it was gettin’ ta be trouble," was Gin's only reply, sounding like he was ready for a nap. By the time he finished eating that food - and all the other food or drinks that people were plying him with (not that he minded) - he probably would need a day to nap it off, anyway!

When she had returned, he had peeled himself off the couch and moved into the kitchen to watch. He handed over everything she asked for, but took his own sweet time doing it. One would never think that he had moved from point A to point B in only a second or two, just a little while before. Eeesh, slow poke.

"Here ya go," he said with a grin. "I'm gonna plug my nose an' lean away while you're choppin' that onion. Not gonna get no cryin' from me."

"Silly plant." She noted with a smile as she started work. She swatted at him with a spatula after he took forever and a day to get her a skillet. “Gin!” she snapped giggling the whole time as she waved her hand at him. “Shoo then if’n you don’t wanna be cryin’ none.” she moved so he could still watch her work AND be out of the line of the onion. She diced it and the garlic and started work on the rest of the veggies. Then she chopped up the pork she’d gotten.

Then she combined the pork butt, pork liver, water, onions, garlic, bell peppers, celery, 1 teaspoon salt, 1/4 teaspoon cayenne, and 1/4 teaspoon black pepper into the skillet and set it to simmer. She moved idly, knowing what she was doing without having to think about it. She smiled a bit, and looked up at Gin.

He only snerked when the spatula made contact and then quietly - almost curiously - watched her while she was cooking. It made him look more like a curious critter peering over at something it was thinking about getting into, before it was ready. Of course, cooked pork hiney and liver was better than raw. He might like bloodshed, but he wasn't about to go eating totally raw meat any time soon.

That smile was mirrored back at her, albiet with a bit more of the 'I'm trouble' vibe to it.

"Dinnit shed no tears, that's fo' sure," he told her, using one foot to pull a barstool over so that he could slide his rear up onto it, and fold his arms down on the counter. Using flash step and his soul sword tended to work up an appetite. Any expenditure of spiritual energy did, especially since they were stuck in this world, without any way to get back to their own. He was hunggrrrrrrrrry. Even his tummy went growl. "It smells real good already. Is it ready yet?"

She smirked at him and started work on dirty rice and gumbo. Which were quick versions and not their usual DAY long ones. As she got those going she turned back to the skillet and moved on to the next steps of making the sausage links. She was quick fingers, moving with speed and ease. “Ain’t these gonna be the same as the real, real ones that take ferever and a day to make, these are just quick and easy versions.” she noted as she moved through his kitchen, loving it as she cooked.

“We’re getting there, patience mon ami, patience!” she laughed softly as she quick fried up a small part of a sausage to give to him early while the rest cooked. “One day ah’ll have to make a real feast.” she smiled wistfully. She didn’t cook much anymore. No family ta cook fer.

"Don't think I can wait for those all day versions." He noticed the change in her mood, like it was a shift in the wind one could feel and not simply see with one's own eyes. "Holidays're coming up. If ya got friends, then there's people ta cook for. An' if ya need a kitchen ta use that's bigger than the one ya got in your apartment, you can use mine. I don't cook big things. Only lil' things."

A flicker of something crossed her face. Wistfulness. Sadness. Melancholy. “Then you don’t wanna be near me when ah be cooking Thanksgiving meals, so much food that takes alllll day and teases you with the scents.. “she gripped the spatula a little tighter as he spoke and nailed it all on the head. “Ah doubt most of those ah call friends would come to somethin’ like that.” she said ever so quietly. They were new acquaintances from all walks of life. And one was her boss and teacher rolled into one, in a world that was rather dark and murky. She wasn’t sure if she wanted that. Then a tiny smile. “Ah’ll jes cook for people who want it, no need ta worry if they’re mah friends or no.”

For once, Gin wasn't smiling. He puffed out a little exhale and folded his arms on the countertop, then slouched forward and put his chin down on them. All of that was while he was watching her.

"Teasin's fun," he finally said. "Guess I dinnit have ya pegged for one of those people that're bummed out durin' Christmas. An' I haven't ever done none of that Thanksgivin' stuff, so I wouldn't know what I was smellin'. I know everyone here cooks a turkey but we don' do that where I'm from."

On top of it, he was pretty sure that he couldn't just have her over with Yachiru around either, because Yachiru was nosy and his house was so going to get busted into for holiday candy. Then Rogue would get the third degree without making it seem like she was. Oh yes, Gin knew Pinky was smarter than people thought she was. Even so, a bummed out friend during what was supposed to be a fun time, swayed him from a no vote to a yes one.

"If ya want, kitchen's yours. You can go ahead an' tempt me. It might be fun, an' maybe Jessie would like ta cook with ya, so you two can have help." With the smile returning to his face and a teasing tone in his voice, he added, "It'll take two of ya to keep me outta here so I'm not puttin' my fingers into everything, ta taste it."

Rogue offered a smile. "No fretting sugah. Jes been without my family fer going on ten years. Ain't done a proper holiday meal in those years" her family didnt much speak to her since she took off. Ifn they hadn't been such hard asses she'd probably never left.

"Ooh yer one of those. Trying ta eat everything before its done eh?"she teased softly putting a smile back on her face. She moved to stir each pan and brushed hair out of her eyes. She looked over her shoulder to smile at him. It was a trademarked soft and sweet smile.

That was the kind of smile that could make someone turn to mush inside. He smiled back at her, but it was his ever-present trickster's smirk that seemed consistent and normal as the sun rising and setting every day. It didn't give away much, and that was because Gin knew he had to be careful, even around his friends. And especially around the pretty friends, like Rogue.

Come to think of it, he couldn't think of a friend of his that wasn't pretty and didn't spend time giving him drinks or food. Lucky him! His smile just brightened a smidgeon!

"Ya know you can do a proper meal here, even if ya wanna take it somewhere else. I shouldn't have gotta place with such a big kitchen, when all I ever make's udon noodles an' hand rolls. Well. Mostly." He could cook when the mood hit him (which wasn't often), although he preferred his favorite dried persimmons. The thought of a big huge American meal wasn't exactly unappealing either. "If ya think about it, sometimes friends end up bein' more like your family than any actual family ever would be."

He thought about that from his dreams, since it was always him and Rangiku when they were young, and no one else. Ahh, Rangiku. They were always something far more than friends anyway...and the thought of that almost made his smile falter too.

Almost. He forced it to stay in place like he always did. It was a self-preservation and diversion mechanism that worked well.

"Anyway," he said, sounding laid back and teasing at the same time, "if ya cook it, I'm taste testin' it. Ya got no choice other than slappin' at my hands, if ya even notice."

Rogue sighed softly then smiled. “Don’t fret not. Ah’ll cook and enjoy it and feed who ever pops by to get feed.” she smiled at him and grabbed a couple plates to set up his meal. “Ah’m good, don’t mind me. Ah don’t think bout it much, ya know?” she smiled a bit. “Ah’ve got friends, here, You. Raven. Lara. A few others here and there. Ah don’t need to let it get me down mah family doesn’t wanna see me none.” she handed him a plate piled with boudin and dirty rice with gumbo overtop.

She leaned over and laid a friendly kiss to his forehead. “Yer a good friend for reminding me ah really just need friends. and don’t you think ah won’t slap the shit out of you if’n you steal too much.” she threatened with that smile perched on her lips again. She tucked her legs under her as she sat down and started in on her food, smiling up at him, knowing she had friends was the best thing in the world. Plants could attack but all you needed was a friend. She glanced up out the windows and smirked. Oh the trees were still trying to huff and puff out there. How cute.