"You didn't need t'check up on me Arianna, I'm fine, I promise."
"I'm not Arianna."
I walked in, leaning back against the wall next to the door, and crossed my arms. All I'm doing is checking on him and making sure that Ned Kelly can handle Arianna's bathroom without getting himself electrocuted or something. Joe was pretty scared when I set him up in first shower, and it wouldn't be fair of me to leave Ned to figure it out for himself. I have to treat the two of them equally, right?
Right. Plus, if Arianna isn't here, I'm responsible for them. I don't want it to be on my head if Ned gets hurt. He's a famous outlaw. Letting anything happen to him could change the course of history, and we have to be careful about that kind of thing. If Sam was here, I think he'd agree that we can't just let them do this kind of stuff on their own.
...He looks good naked. Stupid shower curtains! Its times like these when I wish Sam and I could exchange powers. I'd burn right through that damn thing if I could.
"Carly?"
"Yeah."
Feel free to invite me in at any time, handsome.
"Somethin' wrong?"
Oh come on. There's no need to be covering up around me. I'm just here to take care of you. And if you need any help with the hard to reach places, I'm your girl woman.
Can I be Ned and Joe's woman? It could be fun.
"Just thought I'd make sure that you're doing okay."
And from the looks of it, you're definitely okay.
"I'll be out of here in a minute, everythin's fine."
Well, this is disappointing. Sam's a lot more fun in the bathroom than Ned is. Its weird. Ned has nothing to be uptight about, but he's all shy here. This shower probably gives him a lot more privacy than being an outlaw does, so I don't get it. I mean, don't they just kind of bathe in rivers and stuff?
People see them. He can't tell me they don't. And yet, when its me, he's covering up.
Either he likes me, or he really, really doesn't.
"Alright." Joykill. "Did Arianna tell you how to use a hair dryer?"
More importantly, did she tell him to keep it away from the water? I just keep picturing fried aussie legend, and its scary.
"A what?" Think she mentioned somethin' like that before, but I don't remember. What would I need one for anyway? Hair can dry on it's own. I may be new 'round here, but that doesn't mean that sort of thing's changed.
"... She might've." I muttered, and shrugged, lookin' 'round at the bathroom. "She said a number of things, and a little on the fast side, since she was runnin' out the door at the same time."
Just the same, don't think I'm in terrible need of a 'hair dryer' or whatever. My hair'll be just fine without one. I don't have enough t'really need t'do anythin' with it, I think. Only women are really s'posed t'care about that.
I think.
Unless men do it too here. In which case, I'm thinkin' that they focus a little too much on appearance 'round here.
"Do I need one?" She can tell me for sure one way or the other. If I need one, I guess I'll use it. She'll have to explain it t'me again though, because I've absolutely no idea what Arianna said as far as tryin' t'use one.
I know that most of the stuff that we have is foreign, but I think the term "hair dryer" is self explanatory. It dries your hair. There's nothing too complex about that. Ned is pretty smart for an outlaw, he has to understand that much without me going into detail. Unless he wants to know how it works, and that's what I'm here for. I don't want him dropping it into the shower and dying before his time.
"... She might've. She said a number of things, and a little on the fast side, since she was runnin' out the door at the same time."
All the more reason for me to explain this to him. Arianna rushed out without trying to help Ned, and he doesn't know what she was talking about before she left.
We can't have that. He could hurt himself around here. Its a good thing that I showed up when I did. He's still looking a little unhappy about me being in here, but whatever. Considering where he came from, a little "indecency" can't be too bad unless he has something to hide.
Or maybe he doesn't have enough to hide, and he's embarrassed.
...That would be disappointing, but at least he's still a legend.
"Do I need one?"
Why wouldn't he want to use one?
"Or is that somethin' I can do without?"
...Not. Fair.
"Well...its...you should..." Damnit. I should have stuck with Joe. He wouldn't be pulling this crap on me right now. "No, you don't need it."
For an outlaw, he's being really boring. This isn't how I thought he would be when I was reading the book. In the book, he was interesting. He wouldn't be turning down a hair dryer if he was the guy from the book.
And what's wrong with trying something new?! He won't get to go home and use one!
"I'll be out there." I sighed and walked out, closing the door behind me.
Should what? Should be usin' it? Well if it's that important... Although I can't see how it would be...
"No, you don't need it."
Oh, guess it isn't. I nodded and went back behind the shower curtain, finishin' up. Don't need to stay in here forever, although I could see why someone'd wish to take their time in here.
"I'll be out there."
"Alright. Just be a minute."
I'd still like t'know what the disappointment's over. Was she expectin' somethin'? Or is she just that interested in helpin' me out? Either one strikes me as strange. The last time a woman was that helpful to me, it was my own sister.
And the time before that went a bit strangely, considerin' it turned out the girl seemed t'have developed feelin's for me.
... Is that it?
No, that's not it. Carly's only known me for a day, this girl knew me for a solid year before she ended up feelin' anythin'. Accordin' t'what she said, of course. And she'd no reason t'lie.
So given the difference, I'll assume Carly's not like that.
Makes me wonder just what's goin' on then.
Finally, I shut off the shower, which took me another minute of rememberin' Arianna's instructions, and got out. I looked at the towel, and then took it, wrappin' it around my waist.
She said if you do it like... No, that's not right... How're you supposed t'keep this up? ... Wait, there. I've got it.
I came out the bathroom door, and Carly started givin' me a strange look all over again. "Arianna said it only falls this way if you pull on it." Which I won't, for the minimal modesty's sake.
I then walked t'the dryer where my clothes were, and got 'em out. That door's funny, there's this odd little button thing you have to press to get it to open.
"So." I walked back out with my clothes, and looked at Carly curiously. "Was there somethin' else?"
It being bad to leave outlaws to fend for themselves completely aside, I don't think I'm needed here. I think I'm the opposite of needed here. I'm not wanted here, and pretending that I am anyway. Nevermind the fact that I have a boyfriend at home who would probably like me there.
It doesn't help that Sam sees right through this. If he didn't he wouldn't be so annoyed with me. And its easy to not care about him being pissy when there's a legend in the building, but I know that I'm going to have to live with it after we send the guys back too. I'm not looking forward to that part of this.
I just don't see what the big deal is. Of course I'm interested in Ned Kelly. He's Ned Kelly. I still love Sam as much as I always have. I shouldn't have to get hell for wanting to help him out.
...Here's the gunslinging Aussie now.
Minus the guns. And everything else, with the exception of the towel.
I hate that towel on principle.
"Arianna said it only falls this way if you pull on it."
"Yeah."
You're a tease, Ned Kelly. A mean one.
"It should be okay."
I don't get the modesty thing, but if he likes it, there's nothing I can do about it. I'm not about to start pulling towels and getting him pissed off at me. I'm not that bad. Just a little bad. All things considered, I'm a lot better than I could be.
"So."
You're hot.
"Was there somethin' else?"
"No. I'm just here to help." But if I'm bothering you that much. "I can leave if you want me to."
"Alright." That's not somethin' I mind, wantin' t'know what the strange looks're for aside. She can stay as long as she pleases, I've no reason to ask her to leave.
And I'm likely to get bored waitin' for Arianna t'get home anyhow, and I only know how to use so much 'round here. Havin' Carly t'help'll come in handy if I need anythin'.
"I can leave if you want me to."
"No, you don't have to." I shrugged, walkin' past her and goin' back into the bathroom to get dressed, and shut the door. "If you've nothin' else goin' on, I don't mind the company."
And maybe I'll figure what's causin' the looks while I'm at it. Strikes me as a good idea.
Plus, I'm a bit curious about the movies, I'd like t'see one of those at some point. Arianna has plenty, Carly can show me how you get them started. She only told me how t'use the TV, after all, and then I had t'spend some time figurin' out the remote.
All these complications, I don't know how anyone deals with 'em in this time. Makes me feel like an idiot, t'say the least.
I walked out the bathroom when I was dressed, and shrugged again to Carly again. "When do you eat 'round here?"
Yeah, you sound really excited about that Ned. I feel so wanted now that you've told me that I'm allowed to stay.
What's the matter with this guy?
Strange new world issues? I understand those. He never thought he'd see this, and now he's here. I guess its probably weird for him, but it should be cool too. It should be a once in a lifetime opportunity that he should be more than happy to take advantage of. That's just how this should be, damnit.
But Ned doesn't seem to want to 'take advantage' of anything. In fact, he doesn't look like he's even thought about taking advantage of anything, which is really insulting considering his best friend definitely wanted to rip off some of my underwear.
"If you've nothin' else goin' on, I don't mind the company."
Am I losing my touch?
I know I've been with Sam for a while, but I didn't think what I had was the kind of thing that would just go away, you know? I figured sex appeal just kinda...stored itself up or something if you didn't use it right away. I didn't know that I'd be dealing with this if I got out of practice.
This is fucking insulting.
Oh look, he's clothed. And he didn't even have the decency to try to take any of mine off first.
What is this? I don't get it.
"When do you eat 'round here?"
"After we cook?"
Come on, that's not any different than it was back in his time. Ned knows how that one works. And if he wants me to cook for him, he should have been nicer and dropped the towel.
...Am I being too hard on him? I've never had to deal with someone over a hundred years older than me before who wasn't evil, I don't know how this is supposed to go. Maybe he doesn't understand what hot women expect in the twenty first century. This is new for him.
Shit. I have to make him something to eat.
"What would you like?"
I don't know how well Arianna's refrigerator is stocked, but I could do something. If nothing else, she probably has the ingredients for cookies.
They're not the healthiest things in the world, but its not like he gets them at home.
Sam might kill me for it, but I could give it a shot.
Well I don't know how t'go about startin' that, so she's goin' to have t'help a little if she wants me t'do it on my own.
And I'm assumin' they've strange food creations in this time that I've never heard of in this time, so I figured it was best I have someone around before I tried eatin' anythin'. It's just easier that way.
I'm not generally about what's easy, but figurin' that stove thing can get hot, and maybe start a fire if I did somethin' wrong, I just wanted t'go with what's safest. That, I am about.
... Most of the time.
When somethin' hasn't pissed me off enough t'get my temper goin', and then all the things that happen after that happen. Like the startin' of the Kelly Gang.
Alright, I'm about what's safest when I'm aware of what's safest and somethin' isn't gettin' in the way. That's more like it.
"What would you like?"
"Anythin'." I shrugged at her and grinned, headin' into the kitchen and openin' up the refridgerator. "I'm not sure of what you eat here yet, so whatever you're interested in's fine with me."
Honestly, as long as it's edible, I'll be goin' for it. She's got nothin' t'worry about there.
... That seems t've been the wrong statement t'make.
Maybe I should get askin' out the way, and forget tryin' t'figure it out. She's a woman. I only know so much about those.
Too bad Joe's not here t'translate this for me. Then I wouldn't even have t'ask about it.
That's easy enough. He should be so simple with other things while he's staying here.
There's a pattern with the whole cooking thing. If I told Ned that he wouldn't get it, but there is. When Sam was away, I'd meet plenty guys, flirt a whole lot, and after a certain point in the conversation, they'd expect sex out of me. I wasn't bothered by it because I knew what a safe bet I was for sex, but looking at the way things are now, I think it works the same way with cooking. People just look at me and expect that I can do it.
I don't always mind it, but its annoying with Ned. He doesn't want me here, but he'll tolerate me sticking around if I make him food. Its almost like that's all that I'm good for with him. Cooking.
But the truth is, I'm good at a hell of a lot more than that. I'd prove it if I didn't have a boyfriend, and he didn't seem so obviously disinterested.
"I'm not sure of what you eat here yet, so whatever you're interested in's fine with me."
"Okay."
I got up and walked into the kitchen, starting to grab random things out of the cabinent and then out of the refrigerator when Ned was nice enough to move out of my way. I figure he can try a few things and see what he likes. When he finds something that really interests him, I'll work it into part of a meal.
Let's just hope this isn't a "Joe Black loves peanut butter" deal. I like the stuff as much as the next person, but that's too predictable to be interesting.
"Try a few things. I want to get an idea of what you like."
Besides, you know, people who aren't me.
"... Is somethin' wrong, Carly?"
"No."
Now shut up and eat. Tell me whether or not you like cheese. Tell me if you prefer cheddar to american. Give me something to go with that's related to what we're doing, and not how absolutely pathetic I'm feeling.
But if she doesn't feel right tellin' me, I'm not about t'force it out of her. I'd rather try out the food and see if she feels like talkin' later. That might be the way t'go.
I should really make a point of learnin' more of a thing're two about women while Joe and I're here. Just because I've no interest in them, doesn't mean I'll be able to get away with that when I'm around them all the time and I'm livin' in one's house for the moment.
I tried out a few things, noddin' t'what I liked and shakin' my head at what I didn't. About the time I got t'these round things, I was sure I'd found my favorite.
"What're these?"
Whatever they are, I'll have more. Don't need the rest of the food, just these.
"Is there any more around here?" I grinned at her, and saw the expression that was botherin' me before right back on her face again. Even though she said there was nothin' goin' on.
Alright, now that look's startin' t'get t'my last nerve. What's wrong with her?
"Carly, if there's somethin' wrong, I'd rather have it out instead of it affectin' us bein' around each other."
Maybe that's the problem? She's not as interested in havin' me and Joe around as she seemed?
If that's the case and she wants us to leave that badly, she needs t'speak with Arianna about gettin' us back. We were brought here, it shouldn't be taken out on us that it happened.
He likes those. That's good. He's found something that he likes here. A food. Not a person. Not someone who has had a crush on him since the first time she heard his name, but something you eat. Something that is only gratifying for the sixty seconds that its in your mouth. Something that isn't even good for you.
And here I am, watching his every move, trying to do something that will make me look half as appealing to him as that doughnut does. Here I am, losing my mind. Again.
I think its beyond obvious that Ned isn't interested in me, and that there's nothing I can do to change that. I mean, maybe there is, but if I tried anything I'd be putting my relationship with Sam at risk, and that's farther than I want to go.
I just want him to notice me. That's all. I want one look that lets me know that I'm sexier than the women back in his time. He's seen the underwear, he knows what I'm capable of.
I don't like being ignored by the visiting legend. Especially not when just the way he walks into a room is impressive to me.
"Is there any more around here?"
"Whatever's in the bag."
I hate this. And I think he and his doughnuts might want to be alone for a while. God damnit!
Ned Kelly is ridiculous. I don't know whether its his fault, or if its the way things are back where he comes fr--no, its his fault. Joe doesn't act like this. This is how Ned feels about me.
Like I hold less appeal for him than a doughnut.
"Carly, if there's somethin' wrong, I'd rather have it out instead of it affectin' us bein' around each other."
Yeah, I bet you would. You'd like to have it out so that I'm not mad at you for not wanting me.
Whatever. I don't need him to want me. I have a boyfriend who...that's right!
I don't need to take this from Ned Kelly. I have a boyfriend who wants me. Who loves me. Who risked his life to come back and save me from dying. Would Ned Kelly do that for me?
You better fucking believe Ned Kelly would never do that.
I'm wasting my time here. This legend doesn't even know how to appreciate a woman who's being good to him. All he does is focus on everything that's irelevant. Like doughnuts.
Sam may like my cookies, but he likes me first, and last, and everything in between. He's not like Ned.
He's a lot better.
"I need to leave. I've been distracted by you and Joe lately, and I've been slacking off on taking care of what's important to me."
My relationship with the guy who I've been grossly neglecting for the past couple of days.
So if you don't mind, I'm going to show up at the studio and jump him.
"If you need anything, Arianna's phone number is on the counter."
I'll always admire you, but at the same time, you're just a little overrated.
Besides, Sam looks better with his clothes off than you do.
"I'm not Arianna."
I walked in, leaning back against the wall next to the door, and crossed my arms. All I'm doing is checking on him and making sure that Ned Kelly can handle Arianna's bathroom without getting himself electrocuted or something. Joe was pretty scared when I set him up in first shower, and it wouldn't be fair of me to leave Ned to figure it out for himself. I have to treat the two of them equally, right?
Right. Plus, if Arianna isn't here, I'm responsible for them. I don't want it to be on my head if Ned gets hurt. He's a famous outlaw. Letting anything happen to him could change the course of history, and we have to be careful about that kind of thing. If Sam was here, I think he'd agree that we can't just let them do this kind of stuff on their own.
...He looks good naked. Stupid shower curtains! Its times like these when I wish Sam and I could exchange powers. I'd burn right through that damn thing if I could.
"Carly?"
"Yeah."
Feel free to invite me in at any time, handsome.
"Somethin' wrong?"
Oh come on. There's no need to be covering up around me. I'm just here to take care of you. And if you need any help with the hard to reach places, I'm your girl woman.
Can I be Ned and Joe's woman? It could be fun.
"Just thought I'd make sure that you're doing okay."
And from the looks of it, you're definitely okay.
"I'll be out of here in a minute, everythin's fine."
Well, this is disappointing. Sam's a lot more fun in the bathroom than Ned is. Its weird. Ned has nothing to be uptight about, but he's all shy here. This shower probably gives him a lot more privacy than being an outlaw does, so I don't get it. I mean, don't they just kind of bathe in rivers and stuff?
People see them. He can't tell me they don't. And yet, when its me, he's covering up.
Either he likes me, or he really, really doesn't.
"Alright." Joykill. "Did Arianna tell you how to use a hair dryer?"
More importantly, did she tell him to keep it away from the water? I just keep picturing fried aussie legend, and its scary.
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What is she, disappointed?
"Did Arianna tell you how to use a hair dryer?"
"A what?" Think she mentioned somethin' like that before, but I don't remember. What would I need one for anyway? Hair can dry on it's own. I may be new 'round here, but that doesn't mean that sort of thing's changed.
"... She might've." I muttered, and shrugged, lookin' 'round at the bathroom. "She said a number of things, and a little on the fast side, since she was runnin' out the door at the same time."
Just the same, don't think I'm in terrible need of a 'hair dryer' or whatever. My hair'll be just fine without one. I don't have enough t'really need t'do anythin' with it, I think. Only women are really s'posed t'care about that.
I think.
Unless men do it too here. In which case, I'm thinkin' that they focus a little too much on appearance 'round here.
"Do I need one?" She can tell me for sure one way or the other. If I need one, I guess I'll use it. She'll have to explain it t'me again though, because I've absolutely no idea what Arianna said as far as tryin' t'use one.
"Or is that somethin' I can do without?"
Why's she lookin' so disappointed?
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"A hair dryer."
I know that most of the stuff that we have is foreign, but I think the term "hair dryer" is self explanatory. It dries your hair. There's nothing too complex about that. Ned is pretty smart for an outlaw, he has to understand that much without me going into detail. Unless he wants to know how it works, and that's what I'm here for. I don't want him dropping it into the shower and dying before his time.
"... She might've. She said a number of things, and a little on the fast side, since she was runnin' out the door at the same time."
All the more reason for me to explain this to him. Arianna rushed out without trying to help Ned, and he doesn't know what she was talking about before she left.
We can't have that. He could hurt himself around here. Its a good thing that I showed up when I did. He's still looking a little unhappy about me being in here, but whatever. Considering where he came from, a little "indecency" can't be too bad unless he has something to hide.
Or maybe he doesn't have enough to hide, and he's embarrassed.
...That would be disappointing, but at least he's still a legend.
"Do I need one?"
Why wouldn't he want to use one?
"Or is that somethin' I can do without?"
...Not. Fair.
"Well...its...you should..." Damnit. I should have stuck with Joe. He wouldn't be pulling this crap on me right now. "No, you don't need it."
For an outlaw, he's being really boring. This isn't how I thought he would be when I was reading the book. In the book, he was interesting. He wouldn't be turning down a hair dryer if he was the guy from the book.
And what's wrong with trying something new?! He won't get to go home and use one!
"I'll be out there." I sighed and walked out, closing the door behind me.
Well, that was a letdown.
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Should what? Should be usin' it? Well if it's that important... Although I can't see how it would be...
"No, you don't need it."
Oh, guess it isn't. I nodded and went back behind the shower curtain, finishin' up. Don't need to stay in here forever, although I could see why someone'd wish to take their time in here.
"I'll be out there."
"Alright. Just be a minute."
I'd still like t'know what the disappointment's over. Was she expectin' somethin'? Or is she just that interested in helpin' me out? Either one strikes me as strange. The last time a woman was that helpful to me, it was my own sister.
And the time before that went a bit strangely, considerin' it turned out the girl seemed t'have developed feelin's for me.
... Is that it?
No, that's not it. Carly's only known me for a day, this girl knew me for a solid year before she ended up feelin' anythin'. Accordin' t'what she said, of course. And she'd no reason t'lie.
So given the difference, I'll assume Carly's not like that.
Makes me wonder just what's goin' on then.
Finally, I shut off the shower, which took me another minute of rememberin' Arianna's instructions, and got out. I looked at the towel, and then took it, wrappin' it around my waist.
She said if you do it like... No, that's not right... How're you supposed t'keep this up? ... Wait, there. I've got it.
I came out the bathroom door, and Carly started givin' me a strange look all over again. "Arianna said it only falls this way if you pull on it." Which I won't, for the minimal modesty's sake.
I then walked t'the dryer where my clothes were, and got 'em out. That door's funny, there's this odd little button thing you have to press to get it to open.
"So." I walked back out with my clothes, and looked at Carly curiously. "Was there somethin' else?"
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It being bad to leave outlaws to fend for themselves completely aside, I don't think I'm needed here. I think I'm the opposite of needed here. I'm not wanted here, and pretending that I am anyway. Nevermind the fact that I have a boyfriend at home who would probably like me there.
It doesn't help that Sam sees right through this. If he didn't he wouldn't be so annoyed with me. And its easy to not care about him being pissy when there's a legend in the building, but I know that I'm going to have to live with it after we send the guys back too. I'm not looking forward to that part of this.
I just don't see what the big deal is. Of course I'm interested in Ned Kelly. He's Ned Kelly. I still love Sam as much as I always have. I shouldn't have to get hell for wanting to help him out.
...Here's the gunslinging Aussie now.
Minus the guns. And everything else, with the exception of the towel.
I hate that towel on principle.
"Arianna said it only falls this way if you pull on it."
"Yeah."
You're a tease, Ned Kelly. A mean one.
"It should be okay."
I don't get the modesty thing, but if he likes it, there's nothing I can do about it. I'm not about to start pulling towels and getting him pissed off at me. I'm not that bad. Just a little bad. All things considered, I'm a lot better than I could be.
"So."
You're hot.
"Was there somethin' else?"
"No. I'm just here to help." But if I'm bothering you that much. "I can leave if you want me to."
But good luck figuring out how to use an oven.
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"Alright." That's not somethin' I mind, wantin' t'know what the strange looks're for aside. She can stay as long as she pleases, I've no reason to ask her to leave.
And I'm likely to get bored waitin' for Arianna t'get home anyhow, and I only know how to use so much 'round here. Havin' Carly t'help'll come in handy if I need anythin'.
"I can leave if you want me to."
"No, you don't have to." I shrugged, walkin' past her and goin' back into the bathroom to get dressed, and shut the door. "If you've nothin' else goin' on, I don't mind the company."
And maybe I'll figure what's causin' the looks while I'm at it. Strikes me as a good idea.
Plus, I'm a bit curious about the movies, I'd like t'see one of those at some point. Arianna has plenty, Carly can show me how you get them started. She only told me how t'use the TV, after all, and then I had t'spend some time figurin' out the remote.
All these complications, I don't know how anyone deals with 'em in this time. Makes me feel like an idiot, t'say the least.
I walked out the bathroom when I was dressed, and shrugged again to Carly again. "When do you eat 'round here?"
That's a good place t'start, right?
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Yeah, you sound really excited about that Ned. I feel so wanted now that you've told me that I'm allowed to stay.
What's the matter with this guy?
Strange new world issues? I understand those. He never thought he'd see this, and now he's here. I guess its probably weird for him, but it should be cool too. It should be a once in a lifetime opportunity that he should be more than happy to take advantage of. That's just how this should be, damnit.
But Ned doesn't seem to want to 'take advantage' of anything. In fact, he doesn't look like he's even thought about taking advantage of anything, which is really insulting considering his best friend definitely wanted to rip off some of my underwear.
"If you've nothin' else goin' on, I don't mind the company."
Am I losing my touch?
I know I've been with Sam for a while, but I didn't think what I had was the kind of thing that would just go away, you know? I figured sex appeal just kinda...stored itself up or something if you didn't use it right away. I didn't know that I'd be dealing with this if I got out of practice.
This is fucking insulting.
Oh look, he's clothed. And he didn't even have the decency to try to take any of mine off first.
What is this? I don't get it.
"When do you eat 'round here?"
"After we cook?"
Come on, that's not any different than it was back in his time. Ned knows how that one works. And if he wants me to cook for him, he should have been nicer and dropped the towel.
...Am I being too hard on him? I've never had to deal with someone over a hundred years older than me before who wasn't evil, I don't know how this is supposed to go. Maybe he doesn't understand what hot women expect in the twenty first century. This is new for him.
Shit. I have to make him something to eat.
"What would you like?"
I don't know how well Arianna's refrigerator is stocked, but I could do something. If nothing else, she probably has the ingredients for cookies.
They're not the healthiest things in the world, but its not like he gets them at home.
Sam might kill me for it, but I could give it a shot.
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Well I don't know how t'go about startin' that, so she's goin' to have t'help a little if she wants me t'do it on my own.
And I'm assumin' they've strange food creations in this time that I've never heard of in this time, so I figured it was best I have someone around before I tried eatin' anythin'. It's just easier that way.
I'm not generally about what's easy, but figurin' that stove thing can get hot, and maybe start a fire if I did somethin' wrong, I just wanted t'go with what's safest. That, I am about.
... Most of the time.
When somethin' hasn't pissed me off enough t'get my temper goin', and then all the things that happen after that happen. Like the startin' of the Kelly Gang.
Alright, I'm about what's safest when I'm aware of what's safest and somethin' isn't gettin' in the way. That's more like it.
"What would you like?"
"Anythin'." I shrugged at her and grinned, headin' into the kitchen and openin' up the refridgerator. "I'm not sure of what you eat here yet, so whatever you're interested in's fine with me."
Honestly, as long as it's edible, I'll be goin' for it. She's got nothin' t'worry about there.
... That seems t've been the wrong statement t'make.
Maybe I should get askin' out the way, and forget tryin' t'figure it out. She's a woman. I only know so much about those.
Too bad Joe's not here t'translate this for me. Then I wouldn't even have t'ask about it.
"... Is somethin' wrong, Carly?"
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That's easy enough. He should be so simple with other things while he's staying here.
There's a pattern with the whole cooking thing. If I told Ned that he wouldn't get it, but there is. When Sam was away, I'd meet plenty guys, flirt a whole lot, and after a certain point in the conversation, they'd expect sex out of me. I wasn't bothered by it because I knew what a safe bet I was for sex, but looking at the way things are now, I think it works the same way with cooking. People just look at me and expect that I can do it.
I don't always mind it, but its annoying with Ned. He doesn't want me here, but he'll tolerate me sticking around if I make him food. Its almost like that's all that I'm good for with him. Cooking.
But the truth is, I'm good at a hell of a lot more than that. I'd prove it if I didn't have a boyfriend, and he didn't seem so obviously disinterested.
"I'm not sure of what you eat here yet, so whatever you're interested in's fine with me."
"Okay."
I got up and walked into the kitchen, starting to grab random things out of the cabinent and then out of the refrigerator when Ned was nice enough to move out of my way. I figure he can try a few things and see what he likes. When he finds something that really interests him, I'll work it into part of a meal.
Let's just hope this isn't a "Joe Black loves peanut butter" deal. I like the stuff as much as the next person, but that's too predictable to be interesting.
"Try a few things. I want to get an idea of what you like."
Besides, you know, people who aren't me.
"... Is somethin' wrong, Carly?"
"No."
Now shut up and eat. Tell me whether or not you like cheese. Tell me if you prefer cheddar to american. Give me something to go with that's related to what we're doing, and not how absolutely pathetic I'm feeling.
This is insane.
Enjoy the doughnut.
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I think she's lyin'.
But if she doesn't feel right tellin' me, I'm not about t'force it out of her. I'd rather try out the food and see if she feels like talkin' later. That might be the way t'go.
I should really make a point of learnin' more of a thing're two about women while Joe and I're here. Just because I've no interest in them, doesn't mean I'll be able to get away with that when I'm around them all the time and I'm livin' in one's house for the moment.
I tried out a few things, noddin' t'what I liked and shakin' my head at what I didn't. About the time I got t'these round things, I was sure I'd found my favorite.
"What're these?"
Whatever they are, I'll have more. Don't need the rest of the food, just these.
"Is there any more around here?" I grinned at her, and saw the expression that was botherin' me before right back on her face again. Even though she said there was nothin' goin' on.
Alright, now that look's startin' t'get t'my last nerve. What's wrong with her?
"Carly, if there's somethin' wrong, I'd rather have it out instead of it affectin' us bein' around each other."
Maybe that's the problem? She's not as interested in havin' me and Joe around as she seemed?
If that's the case and she wants us to leave that badly, she needs t'speak with Arianna about gettin' us back. We were brought here, it shouldn't be taken out on us that it happened.
I wonder what sort of treatment Joe's gettin'.
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"Doughnuts."
He likes those. That's good. He's found something that he likes here. A food. Not a person. Not someone who has had a crush on him since the first time she heard his name, but something you eat. Something that is only gratifying for the sixty seconds that its in your mouth. Something that isn't even good for you.
And here I am, watching his every move, trying to do something that will make me look half as appealing to him as that doughnut does. Here I am, losing my mind. Again.
I think its beyond obvious that Ned isn't interested in me, and that there's nothing I can do to change that. I mean, maybe there is, but if I tried anything I'd be putting my relationship with Sam at risk, and that's farther than I want to go.
I just want him to notice me. That's all. I want one look that lets me know that I'm sexier than the women back in his time. He's seen the underwear, he knows what I'm capable of.
I don't like being ignored by the visiting legend. Especially not when just the way he walks into a room is impressive to me.
"Is there any more around here?"
"Whatever's in the bag."
I hate this. And I think he and his doughnuts might want to be alone for a while. God damnit!
Ned Kelly is ridiculous. I don't know whether its his fault, or if its the way things are back where he comes fr--no, its his fault. Joe doesn't act like this. This is how Ned feels about me.
Like I hold less appeal for him than a doughnut.
"Carly, if there's somethin' wrong, I'd rather have it out instead of it affectin' us bein' around each other."
Yeah, I bet you would. You'd like to have it out so that I'm not mad at you for not wanting me.
Whatever. I don't need him to want me. I have a boyfriend who...that's right!
I don't need to take this from Ned Kelly. I have a boyfriend who wants me. Who loves me. Who risked his life to come back and save me from dying. Would Ned Kelly do that for me?
You better fucking believe Ned Kelly would never do that.
I'm wasting my time here. This legend doesn't even know how to appreciate a woman who's being good to him. All he does is focus on everything that's irelevant. Like doughnuts.
Sam may like my cookies, but he likes me first, and last, and everything in between. He's not like Ned.
He's a lot better.
"I need to leave. I've been distracted by you and Joe lately, and I've been slacking off on taking care of what's important to me."
My relationship with the guy who I've been grossly neglecting for the past couple of days.
So if you don't mind, I'm going to show up at the studio and jump him.
"If you need anything, Arianna's phone number is on the counter."
I'll always admire you, but at the same time, you're just a little overrated.
Besides, Sam looks better with his clothes off than you do.
So there.
I'm out of here.
Enjoy the baked goods.
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