[022 - I still don't get all my strange behavior. | Video / Spam!]

[aboutpower]

[About an hour ago, Buffy woke up from her coma and, happily, snuck out of the infirmary before any of the attending noticed her. After showering and making herself look perfectly groomed, barge comas are really good at getting rid of the near-permenant dark circles from under her eyes, she's pacing in her newly redecorated cabin, admiring the

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[Jesse has had ideas about this Thanksgiving, and his plans also involve pie. Okay, so he can't cook for shit (not food, anyway). And he's not even sure if he's allowed to use the kitchens. But when he runs down the list of people he cares about, they've all either never had Thanksgiving, need a pick-me-up, or probably deserve something decent for putting up with him for the last... ever. So pie it is.

He edges uncertainly into the kitchen, looking around like it's unfamiliar territory.]

Uh, hey. Is it cool if I...? [He holds up a sheet of paper, with what looks like several recipes copied down in messy handwriting.] Pie?

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[Buffy's stirring away. She's a good stirrer. It could be called a talent. She notices him when he comes in, but merely glances nonchalantly until he approaches her. Buffy pauses her rapid stirring and blinks at him.

Now, she's seen his face before, she's sure. On the network, maybe a few times briefly in person. But she can't for the life of her remember his name or if he's a Warden or Inmate. Or anything about him. The fact that he's asking permission to make pie points to Inmate. Buffy is terrible at hiding these things. She doesn't know who he is and it shows.

After pausing and trying to logic this one out, she just decides to speak instead. She smiles warmly, if not a little awkwardly.] Hey. Oh. Yeah, sure! I don't see why not. [Buffy puts down her bowl on the counter and turns her full attention to him. She notices just how many recipes there are and pauses, with a wince.] How many are you planning on making?

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[yeahscience]

[He knows who she is! but that's mostly by virtue of having grown up in the 90's. He's pretty sure his BFF Badger had a poster of her in his locker for, like, a year. But he's been warned not to say things like that, so he keeps his mouth shut and smirks at the totally blank look on her face.]

My name's Jesse. El major inmate, so I wasn't sure if it was, like, allowed, or what.

[He follows her gaze, blinking; his smile grows sort of sheepish.] Oh, no, just one. I didn't know what you guys'd have up here, so I wrote down a couple. Um... pecans?

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[Yes, not saying he knows about her TV show can only help. Buffy smiles a little teasingly.] Nice to meet you, inmate Jesse. I'm Buffy. And I say you're allowed.. As long as you don't go stealing knives or poisoning tomorrow's soup of the day. [Mostly kidding. But you can't be too careful.]

[She shows a some relief at that. That many pies would seriously take a huge chunk of her Thanksgiving away from her, what with the supervising. She thinks about where she saw the pecans earlier, and has some trouble. Buffy turns one way, then the other, finally laying her eyes on the cupboard with the pecans. She points at it.] There. ..I think. [Sheepish half-smile.] It's basically my first time in here doing anything other than raiding the fridge.

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[yeahscience]

Yeah? [Jesse grins, relieved.] It's cool. I'm saving the poisoning for Christmas.

[He follows her finger to the cupboard and lopes over, rooting around inside until he does, in fact, come up with a large bag of pecans.] Awesome.

[Now he just... has to learn how to make pecan pie. No big. He peers down at his own crabbed handwriting, muttering to himself.] One cup butter, three cups flour-- no, wait... half cup butter, one tablespoon flour... what the hell? [He looks up at his new TV friend.] You don't maybe know why I'd write half the ingredients in two different places, do you?

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[Buffy rolls her eyes, but is smiling at the same time. You caught her in an excellent mood, Jesse. Normally there might have been some scowling and/or a threatening quip for that comment. But today is Thanksgiving. And Thanksgiving is serious for Buffy. Serious forced happy time.] Uh huh. Just do me a favor and stay away from the pudding.

[While Jesse was finding the pecans and reading his recipes, Buffy had finished stirring her pumpkin filling and was on her way to the fridge to retrieve her homemade pie crust. Opening the fridge, she turns her head at his question.] Mm, not so much. [She takes her pie crust out and places it on the counter on the way over to him.] Here, lemme see. [Buffy positions herself closer to him and peers at the scrawling.] ...And you're sure your recipe list wasn't written by an angry bird, right? [She side-eyes him playfully with a smirk.]

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[yeahscience]

Funny. You're hilarious. [He rolls his eyes, pointing over her shoulder.] Look, see? There and there.

[And, indeed, there's two lists of ingredients, like he'd started over halfway through with different amounts. ...Or like he'd written down a pie crust recipe and forgot to label it. Either way. :| ]

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And occasionally a handwriting critic. [Snark.]

[She becomes more serious now, really trying to decipher everything. With a few strained looks and some squinting, she finally seems to have made.. Some sense of it. She points at the designated points when she mentions them.] Oh, okay. I think this part is for the crust, and this.. [Squuiiint.] This is the filling part. I think. Yeah.

[She gives him a look.] You don't remember writing this?

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[yeahscience]

[It sort of... resolves when she says it, the picture snapping back into focus. The picture being, wow, duh, he's an idiot.] Oh, geez. Yeah. Right. [Facepalm.]

I was just, you know... [Waves a hand vaguely at the paper, looking wholly sheepish.] ...copying, not really paying attention. And my usual contribution's pretty much licking the spoon and going on beer runs. So this is like new territory, here.

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This is my first time making a pie by myself, you're in good company. Or, maybe, not so good with the lack of experience..

[Pause and shrug.] We'll figure it out. Just gonna put my pie in the oven and cross my fingers that it'll come out resembling something pie-shaped. Then? I'm all yours. [And Buffy pours her filling into her pie crust and starts to attach the top crust.]

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[yeahscience]

No, no, it's cool. I got it. You're busy. [Although he eyes her pie with interest, because first time or not, at least it looks like food. That seems promising.

Letting her be for the moment, he goes to collect his ingredients, frowning at his list with trepidation. Okay, he sucks at cooking, but this shouldn't be so hard, right? It's like being in the lab, except instead of methylamine he's got eggs, instead of phenylacetic acid he's got butter... He hefts a bag of flour and mutters to himself:] All right, yo, you're my red phosphorus.