[open] and you can tell the sun in his jealous sky..

[starryeyed_cass]

[OOC: Just to let everyone know, Cassie is backdated to the thirteenth. Everyone else is on the current date. :)]

On the thirteenth, it is Cassie Riddle’s twenty-third birthday. In the early morning, she is up on the roof of Kashtta, playing guitar. She’s singing a pretty little folk song she was fond of from back home to the skies of the

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[ocptmycpt]

Jim's heading back to the Kashtta after a night flight. He's become a bit nocturnal this past week--sleeping a lot during the day and taking to the air at night. It's a bit annoying, but a neccessity if he wants to improve his flying. Going out in the day is way too risky; Chicago wouldn't react well to seeing a man flying about in broad daylight. Jim imagines a chase scene involving helicopters and way too many guns

[starryeyed_cass]

Cassie doesn’t hear Jim land, nor had she seen him flying about. She’s fully absorbed in her playing - guitar isn’t her strongest instrument, she’s definitely a pianist more than anything. Her eyes are tired, staring out across the skyline but not focusing on anything. She’s completely at ease with herself. Well, aside from the fact she can’t sleep.

As she finishes, she pauses briefly before moving her fingers to a new chord for another song. But before she has a chance to begin again, she hears a familiar voice. She sighs with a grin and shakes her head - looking at him. “Hello Jim,” she greets him, “Or should I say Giantfeet,”

She laughs and looks down at her guitar for a moment; she always gets just the tiniest bit shy when people comment on her music. “Thank you,” she replies and ruffles the hair at the side of her head, “I can’t sleep, thought I’d come up here for a while instead. Besides, I don’t want to sleep my birthday away,”

Cassie raises an eyebrow, “What about you? Why are you up this early in the morning?” she asks him

[ocptmycpt]

"Ooh, burn," he says sarcastically, grinning at her comeback. Jim's probably going to keep up with the Littlefoot thing--a) because nicknames are awesome and b) because the nickname comes from a movie about dinosaurs, what can be better?--so it's good to know she doesn't seem to mind

[starryeyed_cass]

There's a mischievous grin on her face. She's not one for nicknames herself, but if Jim's going to continue with the one he has for her - it's only fair she's going to keep her's up

[ocptmycpt]

"You can bake?" Jim inquires, in a tone that suggests such a talent should be on par with the ability to light a fire using only two sticks and sheer determination. "I wish I could bake. Or cook in general. I'm complete shit at it." This is true; Jim grew up with his uncle Frank and his older brother Sam, after all, neither of who showed any potential for meals beyond peanut butter sandwiches and chips. And on the odd occasion his mom was home, she wasn't much better off. Unsurprisingly, he'd grown up using a replicator to get his meals. It'd been a bit of a problem when he got here and realized replicators hadn't been invented yet, but thanks to the cafeteria in the Kashtta and his own mastery of using the microwave, he'd survived

[starryeyed_cass]

Cassie nods with a smile, "A little, yeah," she tells him, "When I was at university, I had to cook for myself. Well, it was either that or takeout. So I learned to make stuff. It wasn't always pretty, but it was edible,"

She laughs and shakes her head, "Oh, it's quite easy as long as you follow the directions in the cookbook," Her grandmother didn't even need a cookbook, she knew the measurements by heart when it came to making cakes. Cassie's not that good, but she's not poisoning people either. "Maybe you should get some lessons," she teases lightly

[ocptmycpt]

"In my time, we had machines called replicators, that could basically synthesize any food you wanted," Jim says, a little wistfully. What? He misses being able to stumble out of bed and go to his replicator and get instant hot chocolate. His first try at making some in the microwave almost ended up with the microwave exploding until someone saw that he'd left a spoon in his cup and frantically told him to stop. It sort of killed his desire to try and make midnight hot chocolate. "The food that's made has the same nutrition content. Only tastes a little different. So I never really learned." He shrugs. When he was spending his years going through Europe doing fuck-all, he'd had to eat nonreplicated food. But usually he'd just bought it, unless a one night stand took pity on him in the morning or something

[starryeyed_cass]

Cassie frowns at him at the mention of these replicator things, "But isn't that cheating?" she asks after a short pause, "Like.. at cooking? Where's the fun in that?" The fact that it tastes a little different causes her to make a face. She'll take that different as a weird different. It doesn't sound very appealing. It's all just trial and error, you make mistakes in cooking - but that's the fun in it. You just get better at it, making new things as you go along