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exsiliumlogs2013-07-02 02:01 am
fantasticforcefields) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-07-02 02:01 am
Guess Who's Coming to Dinner [semi-open]
Date & Time: Ju...ly?
Location: Suite 101 (Sue, Medusa, and Crystal's apartment)
Characters: Sue Richards (fantasticforcefields) and various
Summary: Sue will feed pretty much anyone who's not actively afraid she put arsenic in the potatoes.
Warnings: God, I hope not.
Notes:: If the character's had an even remotely positive interaction with Sue, chances are good they could score a dinner invitation. If you're not sure, PM me and we can handwave some additional CR. I prefer action, but if you love prose, go for it.
[At home, Sue does the cooking. In Exsilium, it's no different. Even if it hadn't been a necessity, living first with Tony and Ivy, and then with the Inhuman royals (though Crystal has picked up a few things in her years in the human world) it's familiar, comforting--and frankly, considering the limited selection of food available even with the Initiative's efforts, it takes a chef of Sue's experience to make it appetizing day after day. She even remembers not to make enough to feed twenty people every night...usually.
Though she's not feeding the menagerie she has in New York--and she tries not to think about just how much she'd rather be doing that--it's as easy to cook for a few more as it is for just herself on nights when her roommates have other plans, and rather than eat alone, she's gotten into the habit of inviting friends or friendly acquaintances to share a meal, and providing dinner has a way of converting the latter to the former in cases where Sue's personality alone isn't quite enough.]
Location: Suite 101 (Sue, Medusa, and Crystal's apartment)
Characters: Sue Richards (
fantasticforcefields) and variousSummary: Sue will feed pretty much anyone who's not actively afraid she put arsenic in the potatoes.
Warnings: God, I hope not.
Notes:: If the character's had an even remotely positive interaction with Sue, chances are good they could score a dinner invitation. If you're not sure, PM me and we can handwave some additional CR. I prefer action, but if you love prose, go for it.
[At home, Sue does the cooking. In Exsilium, it's no different. Even if it hadn't been a necessity, living first with Tony and Ivy, and then with the Inhuman royals (though Crystal has picked up a few things in her years in the human world) it's familiar, comforting--and frankly, considering the limited selection of food available even with the Initiative's efforts, it takes a chef of Sue's experience to make it appetizing day after day. She even remembers not to make enough to feed twenty people every night...usually.
Though she's not feeding the menagerie she has in New York--and she tries not to think about just how much she'd rather be doing that--it's as easy to cook for a few more as it is for just herself on nights when her roommates have other plans, and rather than eat alone, she's gotten into the habit of inviting friends or friendly acquaintances to share a meal, and providing dinner has a way of converting the latter to the former in cases where Sue's personality alone isn't quite enough.]
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It's not that he thinks Sue dislikes him, but —
No, actually, it is that.
Maybe this is an olive branch.
He shows up at her door with a bottle of Port wine that cost him way too much — the shopkeeper swore up and down it was the last bottle of that variety on the whole island, which Saul of course didn't believe at all, but what else is he doing with his money these days? — and knocks.]
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Nothing in the kitchen needs Sue's constant attention right now, so she tosses aside her towel and goes to open the door in person rather than triggering the latch with a force field.]
Hi, Saul. Come on in. Crystal's out and Medusa was going to be here, but something came up, so it's only the two of us. They'll just have to have their pork chops reheated.
[Quite possibly "not wanting to deal with Saul during her leisure time" is the thing that came up for Medusa, but Sue's much too tactful to suggest anything of the sort.
And Saul really should not be reading anything into the suddenly intimate dinner. Being mostly happily married, albeit a universe away from her husband, it doesn't occur to Sue that anyone would. She's not really dressed to seduce, either, wearing jeans (where the hell did she even get jeans) and a sweater that's just barely on the right side of shapeless.]
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As for his own outfit, he's looking a little more casual than usual, because — surprise of all surprises! — he has every intention of being on his best behavior tonight. So he's not Saul Goodman, lawyer-slash-consultant-slash-assistant-slash-whatever other job title he can slap on his resume thanks to his time here; he's just Saul, semi-friend of Sue, coming over for dinner.
...which is to say that he's not wearing a tie.]
Pork chops? [He steps inside, offers Sue the bottle.] Wow. Can't remember the last time I had pork at all.
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Sue's good with the dietary restrictions of a whole lot of non-human races, but occasionally that wide-ranging knowledge comes at the expense of remembering more mundane things...like the fact that a whole lot of Jews don't eat pork.
She accepts the bottle with a thank you, examining the label as Saul keeps talking.]
Oh? Are you allergic?
[This could be bad! ...Can someone even be allergic to pork?]
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Har har.
He arches an eyebrow, then grins and shakes his head.]
Nah. We just didn't have it often while I was growing up, so... learned to live without it, for the most part. But I indulge on occasion.