u(゚Д゚u) (oncechained) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-01 10:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anna marie (rogue), laura kinney (wolverine) |
Always plenty here and if you feel guilty you can wash your dishes
Who: Laura K and Rogue
What: Comfort food
when: A few days ago
Where: Rogue's cafe
Status: complete
rating: PG
Laura spent a full twenty minutes staring at the cafe. She still had a hard time trusting anyone, though Furiosa and Leliana had gone a long way towards restoring her faith in people. If Leliana managed to find her mother and father, maybe….
She was still wary. But she was also a little hungry, and something about this woman seemed familiar. So she marched into the cafe, the door jingling.
Rogue was behind the counter, despite swearing she’d take more time off, she just couldn’t leave it alone too long. She leaned on the counter wearing comfortable jeans and a black tank top, her long red hair tied into a ponytail, the white streaks hanging loose. She looked up when the door jingled and it took her a moment to catch herself.
That was a familiar looking face. She smiled, though, and pushed herself to standing straight. “Welcome to a Taste of Home.” the place smelled good, there certainly must be an apple pie baking in the back.
“I like your hair,” Laura said. It was the first thing that came to mind, and made the woman a little unique. She was, of course, dressed all in black. Black jeans, a black t-shirt, and black bangles on both of her wrists. Her hair hung down loosely. “I do not know what home would taste like.”
Rogue smiled. “Thank you.” she was pleased. She didn’t get many compliments on her hair. Mostly questions. “Why’s that? No real home to speak of?” she asked then shrugged. “Doesn’t matter either way, I can give you a taste of what my home was like or any other major area of the country. It’s all about good food here.” she smiled warmly.
“I have not had a home in a long time.” She rubbed at one of her wrists, absently. “It is hard to trust people, but I feel as though I know you.”
it’s because you do she thought but she only smiled a bit. “Well trust is always hard earned, I can understand that one.” she offered Laura a smile. “Come sit, i’ll get you a menu and some recommendations, food’s on the house tonight.” she set a menu in a place at the counter, across from Rogue. “That so?”
Laura just shrugged and took a seat at the counter. She looked at the menu, mentally comparing the prices to the cash she had left.
Not that Rogue was going to make her pay. Even if she did, Rogue kept the prices reasonable. Low end of reasonable. She had everything from the old standby of mac-n-cheese to steak and potatoes, and more interesting specialities from other areas of the country. “you have a favorite thing to drink?” she asked, she had sodas and sweet tea she made from her own family recipe, among other things.
Laura looked up from the menu, a curious expression on her face. “Do you have root beer?” It wasn’t beer but it was close enough. “And I would..like to try this.” She pointed at a mac-n-cheese with bacon.
She smiled. "I do indeed.and good choice!" Rogue went to grab the root beer, still in the glass bottle, and to put the order in. She gave her staff the look then wandered back out and set the bottle before her and opened it. "Did you want a glass?"
Taking the bottle, she shook her head. “This is fine.” It felt somehow right in her hands, which was something she never really thought about. Beer. Beer good.
“Thank you.”
She sat back on a stool and smiled. "My pleasure darlin'" she leaned on the counter. "Food will be out in a couple minutes" she shook her head. "Enjoy, I promise it's good stuff"
“Darlin’?” Laura repeated, trying to form her mouth around the word like it was strange and familiar all at once. “If you say it is good, then it is probably good.”
"I'm from the south. It's a thing." She smiled as the server brought out a bowl of Mac and cheese with bacon, fresh out of the oven. "I hope so. I pride myself on it"
Laura nodded, watching the plate of food more than the woman carrying it as it was brought over to her. Her stomach rumbled - she hadn’t had anything that wasn’t scrounged up in as long as she could remember, save for the meals Furiosa had started bringing home for her. She thought it looked rich enough to kill her.
Worth it.
Rogue watched Laura watch the food. She knew that look. She'd worn that look for many years. She pulled her grilled chicken salad from the back counter and started in on it. "Need anything else let me know"
“...Thank you.” She dug in, then darted her eyes because it was really good. She practically inhaled it - a habit from when she never knew if she’d have a meal.
Rogue knew that move too. A sad smile curled her lips before it vanished behind a glass of sweet tea. "You ever get that hungry, pop in. Always plenty here and if you feel guilty you can wash your dishes" a knowing smile.
“I will wash the dishes,” she decided. She preferred to earn her way, even if she could appreciate a kindness. “As thanks.”
Rogue smiled a bit, she kind of figured. "Just the ones you use, really." She set her glass down. "Where were you before you got here?" Then a smile"don't answer if you don't want to, just curious"
“New York.” She tucked some hair behind her ear.
"City? Busy town. Only been there once." A grin as she leaned back and grabbed a slice of good ole apple pie from the cooker and slid it over. "A Louisiana girl myself. Welcome to the OC" a smile
“I was never that far south. After I was helped I came straight west. I could not explain why. It just seemed like...the right thing to do.” This was the most she’d talked to anyone in one time in years.
Rogue smiled. “Well here’s a nice place ta be, if you don’t mind interesting living anyways. This place can be pretty interesting.” she smiled as she sat back against the counter a bit and smiled.
“Except the strange cosplay people who attack other people,” Laura replied.
“You get used to it.” she laughed softly. “When I first settled in something set all the plants to sentient mode, honestly being attacked by my own cacti was the worst.” Rogue grinned.
Laura stared at her, tilting her head, her expression disbelieving. “Is everyone on drugs?”
She laughed. "I asked the same exact question. Thought I went nuts. You'll see. But all in all? A nice place to live." If you ignored the dreams, anyways…
Laura chewed on her lip, then looked down at her now empty plate. “I had thought I was on drugs too.”
Rogue smiled faintly. "If you ever need a quiet place, there's plenty of that in this building, just let me know." A slight shrug. "I've been there, and I had a few helping hands. My turn to pay it forward." She figured Laura would remember her soon enough.
“Thank you…” Laura slid off the stool, her face inscrutable. “I would like to wash my dishes now, if that is okay.”
Rogue nodded and slid off the stool. "Follow me." She led her back to the washroom, and showed her where everything was. "Just set them in the rack too dry when you're done. I hope you enjoyed the meal."