Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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Roy's stuff was all packed up, ready for him to head out tomorrow. He'd found a cheap apartment in a crappy part of New York, and he had a job lined up working at an outpatient rehab clinic. Heading group therapy. He still wasn't sure why they thought he was the man for the job, considering some days he still didn't feel all that recovered

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After an evening of messing with the heads of Tino, the zombies, and various customers at Caritas, Kenzi followed her nose upstairs.

"Hero Dude!" Yes she knew his name. "Cowboy! You are making me chili! That is so cool!"

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"Roy," Roy corrected just in case she didn't know. "Kenzi, right? You look different with clothes on," he said easily. "You want some? Grab a bowl, it's ready."

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"Hopefully not worse, don't answer that, thanks," Kenzi said without stopping, ladling up a generous bowl-ful. "So when do you hit the happy trails? In a non-dirty way. Just to be clear."

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"Oh, but I could have done so much with all that double entendre," he teased. "First thing tomorrow morning. Trying my luck in New York," he admitted.

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"I'll have to live with my own, pitifully inadequate imagination there," Kenzi responded with a grin, grabbing a glass of milk and a handful of crackers. "Ooo. New York New York," she sang. "Got contacts there?"

Please hold while her eyes explode out of her sockets from this chili.

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"It does that to people," Roy said, not without sympathy, then added a few more dashes of hot sauce to his own bowl for good measure. "I don't know anyone in New York, actually. I know some people down the coast in Gotham, but...I just thought a fresh start would be good."

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After Kenzi was done making flagging-down-aircraft arm motions, and chugging milk, she gasped, and then said, "Cool. Fresh start. I get that. You evil, evil cowboy. Gaaaaaaaah."

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Roy shoved a big spoonful of chili in his mouth, chewed, swallowed, and said, "It tastes good to me!"

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"Saaaaatan," Kenzi drawled, sprinkling crackers liberally over her own. "And oh hey, I have the film of you rescuing me. Nice job. 9.8 on the dismount, dude." What with her rolling off him and diving for her robe, and all.

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"You wound me, Kenzi," Roy protested. "I went to all that trouble to rescue you and cook food for you and you call me Satan?"

Okay, the chili could do a decent stand-in for hellfire, but still!

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"A very attractive Satan?" Kenzi offered, nibbling on the chili very carefully. "Who cooks a mean chili, credit where it's due. In teeny tiny doses."

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"I would say add dairy but I'm not sure dairy can be added in big enough doses," Roy admitted. "Would it help if I took my shirt off?" Look, he was easy.

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"Yes."

Like she was turning that down? C'mon, last time she was the nude one. Nom nom nom chili! Roy and chili!

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"Okay," Roy said, and took his shirt off.

If Kenzi needed a moment that was understandable.

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Shhhh. You have to take a moment to appreciate art.

"...how many crunches do you do every morning?"

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"A lot," Roy admitted. "And I'm an archer." Hence the shoulders. And the arms.