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Date & Time: 11th of April, evening. Backdated!
Location: Nash's place, unit 404.
Characters: Nash + Elza!
Summary: What better way to spend the night than mooching free food off of a friend?
Warnings: None!

[It took Elza next to no time at all to get to Nash's apartment. She was never one to use doors, and instead made her way up the side of the building towards where the window leading to Nash's room was. Pulling out her equipment, she pulled the lock open for the window before sliding it over to allow her entrance. She silently slipped into the bedroom before sliding the window closed behind her.

There was the smell of cooking on the air, and she couldn't help but smile subtly to herself at the thought. While Nash may have been many things, there were some things that she could always trust to remain the same. She didn't bother hiding her presence as she made her way through his room. Her movements were slow at first while her gaze took in the few items placed around the room before making her way over to the door. If she wanted to snoop, she'd do it while the one in question wasn't in the next room cooking up dinner for her. Besides she could hardly be a poor guest.

The living area was much like Clive's whenever she slept there. Smiling to herself, she didn't need to make her presence known for Nash to know she was there. Instead she made her way over to the kitchen and stopped on the threshold to lean her shoulder against the doorframe.]

I do like a man who can cook.

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[ He looks up from the stove, unable, by circumstance, to move much. If Nash is surprised by Elza's sudden appearance, he doesn't show it. He certainly doesn't expect her to knock. ]

My wife doesn't appreciate that about me.

No? There must be other things about you that she appreciates.

[His answer drew a teasing smile out of her before Elza was pushing herself away from the door. There was no sense of respect for personal space as she approached Nash, and without hesitation she leaned over to peer at whatever he was cooking.]

What's for dinner?

Probably. But those are classified.

[ He fidgets a bit when she leans in— he's not shy, but he doesn't want to mess up his cooking. ]

It's sausages. I bought them from one of the stalls.

[The thought that those things were 'classified' had her glance at him knowingly. He had made that far too easy for her to tease which was the only reason she didn't. Instead his fidgeting had her smirking subtly as she caught sight of the sausages cooking away. Well there wasn't much he could screw up with them.

Pulling away to lean back against the counter, she folded her arms casually across her chest.]

Why Master Clovis, you're giving me your sausage.

[ He raises an eyebrow at that. ]

Don't kid a kidder, Elza.

[That offered him a sly look before she brushed it off with a dismissive wave of her hand.]

Heh, well at least I won't have to worry about you using too many spices.

See? Too hot for you to handle.

[ Don't kid a kidder, Nash. ]

Oh you know that I can handle anything, but whatever makes you sleep better at night. [No, kid all you like. She'll verbally dance with you.]

I thought the idea was not sleeping.

[Now that causes a slender brow to rise before she smirked.]

Don't challenge me, Master Clovis.

[ He shrugs as best he can with one hand manning the spatula. ]

In my old age, I get more use out of my tongue than my sword.

Good to know what Clive's future will be.

[She would have laughed at that, but Elza knew well she'd done it on purpose. Instead she shook her head and pushed away from the counter.]

How can I help?