[LOG] House Call
WHO: Brigit Kelly, Eithne Sullivan
WHAT: Enya doesn't feel like cooking, so she orders delivery. Brigit's cooking is delicious!
WHEN: July 8, 2008
WHERE: The Sullivan Household
WATCH FOR: Gossip, Delicious Bento OMNOMNOM, Shane's CHA stat is OVER 9000.
Co-op Apartments (#616Te)
The living room of the Sullivan apartment is rather plain, but homey. The walls are plain white with a framed picture or two hanging up, and the floor is old, scuffed hardwood. There's a small kitchen nook in the corner nearest the door, but the real attraction is the sitting area. The old television sits on a small table in the middle of the room, with a worn-looking couch settled back against the wall where one can settle down and catch their favorite show. A small coffee table seems to be where meals are eaten, as it bears a few condensation rings and a leftover plate with a few crumbs around the edges.
(This place has multiple descs for multiple rooms! Use +location to switch between them. Current descs include Enya's_Room and Living_Room.)
Contents:
Brigit Kelly
Kizuna Iyanagi
Brigit, being such a fit young girl, didn't bother taking a cab after entering through the Gate for Downtown LA. Instead, she biked. Which was actually the smart thing to do, given the traffic. Some things never changed.
Once she arrived before the apartment complex for her next delivery, tucked away in a red and white messenger bag. The bicycle was parked alongside, chained for security, and she looked at her order slip. The nice thing about deliveries is that they let her see more of the Multiverse, even if it did take some time!
Ah, there's the apartment number. Brigit pressed one finger on the buzzer.
Enya is hungry. And moderately drugged up from being in the hospital for a day or so, though that's wearing off since she's stopped taking the pills she was given. The main problem here, she decides, is that she doesn't feel like cooking for just herself when she's not feeling well. So she awaits the delivery of delicious food with antici...pation.
She answers the door in her pajamas because staying home from work means she can be lazy. At least she's taken a shower and changed the bandages on her face. Leaving the chain on the door, a pale face with one blue eye showing beneath messy black hair peeks through the crack in the door. "Hullo. Thanks fer comin' all the way out here. Just a moment, let me take the chain off..." The door closes and opens again a moment later, revealing... a girl in kitty-print pajamas and some bandages taped to her face. "I've got the money right in here, would yeh like to come in for a moment while I fetch it?" She stands back and holds the door open for Brigit to come inside if she likes.
Sometimes, the best way to recover from an illness or injury was just to treat yourself to some good food! Brigit, of course, had no idea that the young girl was injured until the door was opened to her. She began her usual spiel and then gasped, a hand flying to her mouth in shock.
"Ohmygod! ...Oh, you poor thing, what /happened/?" Not quite the best or most professional way to greet someone, but Brigit wasn't the type to just hand over the food with indifference either. The messenger bag is shifted from one shoulder to the next as she entered, looking absolutely dismayed.
Payment? Oh, /no/. Brigit shook her head, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I just... wasn't expecting someone your age to be... What's your name?" Poor darling! She looks young, hope she's not a runaway from some abusive home or something!
Enya looks at Brigit oddly for a moment. Blame the painkillers. "Whatsit... oh." The bandages. Underneath them, her fair skin turns even pinker. "It was an accident. I got in a bit of a fight, yessee, an' I didn't know the dumb thing could spit acid." She shuts the door behind Brigit and goes into the little kitchen attached to the apartment, bringing down a plate and a glass from the cabinet, then digs into a ceramic jar labeled 'Sugar'. "I'm Enya Sullivan. Very pleased to meet yeh, Miss Kelly. My cousin Shane speaks pretty highly of yeh." ...Well, he mentioned her once, anyway. In the middle of jumping out of a moving Warthog. A few folded bills are withdrawn and counted while she thinks.
The plates are brought out to the coffee table in front of an old television set and sat down. The apartment itself is clean, if a bit small - there are occasional pictures on the walls of this girl and a middle-aged blonde man, and one of a younger blonde man, possibly the same, standing next to a beautiful dark-haired woman. They are probably Enya's parents. "Care to sit doen an' eat with me, unless yeh've more deliveries?" Oh, Irish hospitality.
Enya. Wait. Shane mentioned the name before...
Cousin?! "Oh! You're Shane's cousin!" What a small world! "It's so good to meet you!" And that accent was just so familiar too! Hey, she's setting a place for two! Awww, good old fashioned hospitality! Brigit smiles at that -- 'Mother' would approve.
"How about you take it easy and I set this up for you? It sounds like you could use the rest!" She waves off the offer for food. "I'd love to accept, but I've already eaten. Mind if I stay and chat with you? I can't believe we haven't met before!" She settled into a chair, allowing her eyes to fall on the photographs of family.
"Are they your parents?" Full of questions, Brigit!
Enya may have a scary mom, but she's generally a very nice girl when she's not swording Titanspawn! "It's very nice to meet yeh too! I've not had anyone over for company for a while, it was very kind of yeh to deliver dinner for me." She doesn't let Brigit help set up the plates, but leaves the delivery bag unmolested. "If yeh wouldn't mind, yeh might serve the food?" She doesn't want to touch some of Brigit's things and perhaps make her angry. Though... Brigit seems very kind. Not at all territorial. "I'll be right as rain in a little while. It's just messin' with my depth perception a bit."
Placing napkins for both of them just in case Brigit changes her mind later, Enya sits down on the couch and crosses her legs Indian-style. "Oh, the pictures? Yeah, tha's my Da and Ma - Eamon Sullivan an' Morgan Faye." She licks her full lips and changes the subject. "What all did yeh bring?" She just asked for 'whatever's good and under twenty dollars' because she didn't have a menu and didn't want to make someone list everything over the phone.
Brigit was the type that yes, while she would stand up for herself and for what she believed in, like a good little scion of her pantheon, she is also the type to give freely, generously and caring more about others than if they touched her things. Of course, it still really /sucks/ when someone steals your bike, but... hey! It's life! She flips open the bag and reaches in, pulling out a wrapped box, two smaller packages and a thermos. These are unwrapped and arranged on the table; bento box, a small loaf of bread, and a cup of layered butterscotch pudding, fruit and whipped cream.
Brigit smiled and thought about her reply. If she didn't accept payment, it might be an insult. So, let's compromise. "Oh, it's only $7." Consider it a special. "You know," quickly changing the topic, "Your mother is really gorgeous -- you take after her!" She looks away from the photograph and grins. Really, that dark hair added a mysterious... /flair/.
"Shane was mentioning something about having dinner sometime with you, so you just tell me what you think! Or... you can just tell me what you'd love to have and I'll make something really special!" She whispers, unnecessarily, but she absolutely LOVES to watch people enjoy her food.
There is a fundamental difference between Brigit and Enya: Enya gets mad AND gets even. Maybe she should take a page out of Brigit's book! Her mouth waters at the sight and smell of the yummy food, and Enya reaches out to tear the bread into two chunks, taking half for herself and tugging the bento closer. "What's this?" she asks curiously, opening the lid. Rice and... well, it /looks/ delicious. And pretty, too! She eyes the dessert with longing, but leaves it alone for now. Healthy food first, Enya. THEN pigging out on sweets. She's raising the bread to her mouth when Brigit mentions her mother again. Oho, the topic tables have turned.
"I hope so," she answers sort of ambivalently. "Well, there's no telling really, she left when I was a baby. I've only seen her a few times since." And once she was an old hag. "My Da raised me - tha's why my last name's Sullivan." Eamon is mysteriously not here at dinnertime though. Enya bites into the bread, chews thoughtfully, and swallows. "This is good! What's in it, normal bread stuff? I'm only passable at bakin', but I can manage cake." If it comes out of a box, anyway. She uses one hand to count out twelve dollars and slides it over to Brigit. It... doesn't seem like enough money for a spread like this, but if that's all she's asking... Eithne starts working her way through the bread ambitiously, pausing to uncap the thermos and take a long drink from it. SO much better than hospital food! "Mm... How about... I dunno, somethin' traditional? I think he'd like that." Enya grew up in Belfast surrounded by curry shops and fish & chips stands. She wouldn't know traditional food if it bit her on the foot. "I remember he grew up in County Sligo...?"
This bento was a little different. There was a section for rice, then several smaller sections with vegetables cut into tiny shapes of flowers and stars, another with chicken, rolled with an herbed cheese and then covered in panko breadcrumbs before fried lightly, then sliced into their own type of maki roll. The rest was a red potato salad with dill for garnish, as well as pickles.
"This one is kind of a fusion. Emily's idea." Brigit grinned. The bread? "Oh, I baked it this morning! It's just a light rye--you bake? Oh, I would love to try something you've made!" Encouraging others to cook might not always be a good thing (*cough* Nia *cough*) but this was part of spreading the joys of cooking!
"Mmm..." Brigit tilts her head to one side, twirling strangs of red hair around her fingertips in thought. "I don't think I know where he came from... He and I travelled a bit together in Ireland, but I don't think I even thought about him being in one place." Before now, that is. Things had changed so much!
"I'll work on something traditional!" That sounds... really fun!
"I cook for me an' Da," Enya explains. She's only of average skill, but she can follow directions in a cookbook and has memorized most of the easier recipes from repetition. Like steak and onions. "Nothin' fancy yeh know, just things like meat an' vegetables." She does, however, make a killer roast in the crock pot. Enya finishes the bread and starts on the bento, taking the time to ooh over the fancy shapes. "I'm pretty sure yer not supposed to eat art," she smiles - and digs in anyway because it smells so good. And she's still hungry after being fed mystery meat for a day and a half. "Who's Emily?" she asks, in between bites of vegetable and chicken. Maybe she can ask for the recipe sometime... she could probably manage the potato salad. "I like the way she thinks," Enya smiles. "And the way yeh cook."
She is a bit surprised to know that Shane and Brigit are old friends. "Boyo knows everybody, it seems! How did the two of yeh meet?" she asks curiously. And then she starts on the potatoes because all the chicken is gone. Poor chicken, you were so tasty.
The chef's face turns pink with obvious pleasure at the compliment and she waves off, putting a hand to her burning cheek. "You're so sweet!" She did take a lot of pride in her work! But finally, she sobers and nods, "Emily was my best friend in college. We decided early on that we were going to open a restaurant together." She smiled at the memory of her friend -- Japanese-American, bookish, excellent chef. "She was in this -huge- asian fusion kick and wanted to make bentos for customers." But then there's bad news... which she'll spare /that/ sad ending to the story for later when her customer isn't eating. "Things didn't really work out, but I'm keeping the dream going!"
Brigit had moved past that sad chapter in her life, so her face remained cheerful. No need to worry anyone! "Shane certainly gets around!" Boyo! It would sound /silly/ if Brigit tried to say it, but with that Irish accent... augh! So adorable!
"We kinda met by accident, really. He and I were part of a... uh. Well, a travelling group, I guess. He came after I joined up. They needed a chef and I needed to take a break from college and travel Ireland a bit. I'd never been there, so... it was a lot of fun!" Ah, the Brotherhood. "And wow! Shane back then... he could just stroll around /anywhere/ in jeans and a t-shirt and steal the heart of any girl. Swear to god!" Ah, those were good days.
It's always sad when friends are parted. Eithne's finally making some - moving to America and traveling through the Gates was probably the best thing that ever happened to her. Funny... it was a direct result of the worst thing to ever happen. Fate works in mysterious ways. She sets down the empty bento box and looks longingly at the parfait. Maybe just a bite... she's getting full (Brigit brought a LOT of food!) but it looks so yummy. She pulls it towards her and picks up the spoon. She can always eat some and put the rest in the fridge for later.
Her face kinda hurts though, from all the talking and chewing. Stupid burns. She sits up on her knees and reaches across the table for an orange plastic pill bottle, twists it open, and shakes out a pill; she swallows it with a long drink from the thermos. "Eh. I hate these things. They make me want to sleep all day." She rubs the edge of her bandage a bit crossly. It's itchy too.
"He's always been doin' that?" she asks, and finally gets to try the pudding. "He's waltzed in an' already there's gels fallin' for him all over the place. Venetia, that lady with the helicopter... Kay, I think, maybe Miss Tegawa..." She pauses for a second to spoon some fluffy whipped cream into her mouth. "No, he works for Miss Tegawa an' she's so uptight. ...Well, /maybe/ Miss Tegawa." And of course, Enya herself - though to her he's almost a big brother.
Brigit herself found that she, when first meeting the warrior-bard, had a crush on the newcomer to the Brotherhood. Unlike many others, however, she did nothing about it. She simply continued to cook for them and fight alongside, allowing time to cool her feelings. He was a good friend and she didn't want that to go away. Relationships always seemed to get /messy/ with good friends. She hoped to avoid that.
Besides, if you'd ever heard of his brother, you'd begin to wonder if that type of womanizing of epic proportions ran in the family.
Venetia... Kay... Miss Tegawa-- "Wait, even his /boss/?" Wow, what a scandal! Brigit giggled at the thought, "Yeah, I guess I could see it being /possible/..." Good! Take the medicine and she'll just slip away. Nothing like bringing comfort to those who need it. Poor Enya probably just needed to rest.
"I should get going... it was wonderful chatting with you, Enya! I really hope you feel better soon!" She can easily show herself out -- snagging $7 on the way! "Oh! My card is on the table -- give me a call anytime!"
At last, despite her valiant efforts... Enya is defeated by the dessert. ;_; But... she feels a /lot/ better now. She was going stir crazy with no cable and no new books; a visit and a good meal was just what she needed. "Well, I dunno about his boss! She's just very fond of him I think," Enya has to backpedal a little. She shouldn't have said anything - it was just a guess. She puts the top back on the parfait and gets up to put it in the refrigerator. She's not letting it go to waste.
She follows Brigit to the door to see her off properly, though. She's a competent hostess, for a teenager. "Thanks again fer sittin' with me, Miss Kelly. I'll call an' order again!"
Eventually she puts the chain back on the door and goes back to the couch to lie down. The oxycodone is starting to kick in and the world is getting soft around the edges - Enya pulls a blanket up to her chest and gets comfortable. And glances once at the money on the table. ...There's still five dollars there. Brigit didn't take the tip. "...Funny lady," she murmurs to herself. "Nice, though..."
And the Morrigan's little girl falls asleep in her empty apartment.
WHAT: Enya doesn't feel like cooking, so she orders delivery. Brigit's cooking is delicious!
WHEN: July 8, 2008
WHERE: The Sullivan Household
WATCH FOR: Gossip, Delicious Bento OMNOMNOM, Shane's CHA stat is OVER 9000.
Co-op Apartments (#616Te)
The living room of the Sullivan apartment is rather plain, but homey. The walls are plain white with a framed picture or two hanging up, and the floor is old, scuffed hardwood. There's a small kitchen nook in the corner nearest the door, but the real attraction is the sitting area. The old television sits on a small table in the middle of the room, with a worn-looking couch settled back against the wall where one can settle down and catch their favorite show. A small coffee table seems to be where meals are eaten, as it bears a few condensation rings and a leftover plate with a few crumbs around the edges.
(This place has multiple descs for multiple rooms! Use +location to switch between them. Current descs include Enya's_Room and Living_Room.)
Contents:
Brigit Kelly
Kizuna Iyanagi
Brigit, being such a fit young girl, didn't bother taking a cab after entering through the Gate for Downtown LA. Instead, she biked. Which was actually the smart thing to do, given the traffic. Some things never changed.
Once she arrived before the apartment complex for her next delivery, tucked away in a red and white messenger bag. The bicycle was parked alongside, chained for security, and she looked at her order slip. The nice thing about deliveries is that they let her see more of the Multiverse, even if it did take some time!
Ah, there's the apartment number. Brigit pressed one finger on the buzzer.
Enya is hungry. And moderately drugged up from being in the hospital for a day or so, though that's wearing off since she's stopped taking the pills she was given. The main problem here, she decides, is that she doesn't feel like cooking for just herself when she's not feeling well. So she awaits the delivery of delicious food with antici...pation.
She answers the door in her pajamas because staying home from work means she can be lazy. At least she's taken a shower and changed the bandages on her face. Leaving the chain on the door, a pale face with one blue eye showing beneath messy black hair peeks through the crack in the door. "Hullo. Thanks fer comin' all the way out here. Just a moment, let me take the chain off..." The door closes and opens again a moment later, revealing... a girl in kitty-print pajamas and some bandages taped to her face. "I've got the money right in here, would yeh like to come in for a moment while I fetch it?" She stands back and holds the door open for Brigit to come inside if she likes.
Sometimes, the best way to recover from an illness or injury was just to treat yourself to some good food! Brigit, of course, had no idea that the young girl was injured until the door was opened to her. She began her usual spiel and then gasped, a hand flying to her mouth in shock.
"Ohmygod! ...Oh, you poor thing, what /happened/?" Not quite the best or most professional way to greet someone, but Brigit wasn't the type to just hand over the food with indifference either. The messenger bag is shifted from one shoulder to the next as she entered, looking absolutely dismayed.
Payment? Oh, /no/. Brigit shook her head, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I just... wasn't expecting someone your age to be... What's your name?" Poor darling! She looks young, hope she's not a runaway from some abusive home or something!
Enya looks at Brigit oddly for a moment. Blame the painkillers. "Whatsit... oh." The bandages. Underneath them, her fair skin turns even pinker. "It was an accident. I got in a bit of a fight, yessee, an' I didn't know the dumb thing could spit acid." She shuts the door behind Brigit and goes into the little kitchen attached to the apartment, bringing down a plate and a glass from the cabinet, then digs into a ceramic jar labeled 'Sugar'. "I'm Enya Sullivan. Very pleased to meet yeh, Miss Kelly. My cousin Shane speaks pretty highly of yeh." ...Well, he mentioned her once, anyway. In the middle of jumping out of a moving Warthog. A few folded bills are withdrawn and counted while she thinks.
The plates are brought out to the coffee table in front of an old television set and sat down. The apartment itself is clean, if a bit small - there are occasional pictures on the walls of this girl and a middle-aged blonde man, and one of a younger blonde man, possibly the same, standing next to a beautiful dark-haired woman. They are probably Enya's parents. "Care to sit doen an' eat with me, unless yeh've more deliveries?" Oh, Irish hospitality.
Enya. Wait. Shane mentioned the name before...
Cousin?! "Oh! You're Shane's cousin!" What a small world! "It's so good to meet you!" And that accent was just so familiar too! Hey, she's setting a place for two! Awww, good old fashioned hospitality! Brigit smiles at that -- 'Mother' would approve.
"How about you take it easy and I set this up for you? It sounds like you could use the rest!" She waves off the offer for food. "I'd love to accept, but I've already eaten. Mind if I stay and chat with you? I can't believe we haven't met before!" She settled into a chair, allowing her eyes to fall on the photographs of family.
"Are they your parents?" Full of questions, Brigit!
Enya may have a scary mom, but she's generally a very nice girl when she's not swording Titanspawn! "It's very nice to meet yeh too! I've not had anyone over for company for a while, it was very kind of yeh to deliver dinner for me." She doesn't let Brigit help set up the plates, but leaves the delivery bag unmolested. "If yeh wouldn't mind, yeh might serve the food?" She doesn't want to touch some of Brigit's things and perhaps make her angry. Though... Brigit seems very kind. Not at all territorial. "I'll be right as rain in a little while. It's just messin' with my depth perception a bit."
Placing napkins for both of them just in case Brigit changes her mind later, Enya sits down on the couch and crosses her legs Indian-style. "Oh, the pictures? Yeah, tha's my Da and Ma - Eamon Sullivan an' Morgan Faye." She licks her full lips and changes the subject. "What all did yeh bring?" She just asked for 'whatever's good and under twenty dollars' because she didn't have a menu and didn't want to make someone list everything over the phone.
Brigit was the type that yes, while she would stand up for herself and for what she believed in, like a good little scion of her pantheon, she is also the type to give freely, generously and caring more about others than if they touched her things. Of course, it still really /sucks/ when someone steals your bike, but... hey! It's life! She flips open the bag and reaches in, pulling out a wrapped box, two smaller packages and a thermos. These are unwrapped and arranged on the table; bento box, a small loaf of bread, and a cup of layered butterscotch pudding, fruit and whipped cream.
Brigit smiled and thought about her reply. If she didn't accept payment, it might be an insult. So, let's compromise. "Oh, it's only $7." Consider it a special. "You know," quickly changing the topic, "Your mother is really gorgeous -- you take after her!" She looks away from the photograph and grins. Really, that dark hair added a mysterious... /flair/.
"Shane was mentioning something about having dinner sometime with you, so you just tell me what you think! Or... you can just tell me what you'd love to have and I'll make something really special!" She whispers, unnecessarily, but she absolutely LOVES to watch people enjoy her food.
There is a fundamental difference between Brigit and Enya: Enya gets mad AND gets even. Maybe she should take a page out of Brigit's book! Her mouth waters at the sight and smell of the yummy food, and Enya reaches out to tear the bread into two chunks, taking half for herself and tugging the bento closer. "What's this?" she asks curiously, opening the lid. Rice and... well, it /looks/ delicious. And pretty, too! She eyes the dessert with longing, but leaves it alone for now. Healthy food first, Enya. THEN pigging out on sweets. She's raising the bread to her mouth when Brigit mentions her mother again. Oho, the topic tables have turned.
"I hope so," she answers sort of ambivalently. "Well, there's no telling really, she left when I was a baby. I've only seen her a few times since." And once she was an old hag. "My Da raised me - tha's why my last name's Sullivan." Eamon is mysteriously not here at dinnertime though. Enya bites into the bread, chews thoughtfully, and swallows. "This is good! What's in it, normal bread stuff? I'm only passable at bakin', but I can manage cake." If it comes out of a box, anyway. She uses one hand to count out twelve dollars and slides it over to Brigit. It... doesn't seem like enough money for a spread like this, but if that's all she's asking... Eithne starts working her way through the bread ambitiously, pausing to uncap the thermos and take a long drink from it. SO much better than hospital food! "Mm... How about... I dunno, somethin' traditional? I think he'd like that." Enya grew up in Belfast surrounded by curry shops and fish & chips stands. She wouldn't know traditional food if it bit her on the foot. "I remember he grew up in County Sligo...?"
This bento was a little different. There was a section for rice, then several smaller sections with vegetables cut into tiny shapes of flowers and stars, another with chicken, rolled with an herbed cheese and then covered in panko breadcrumbs before fried lightly, then sliced into their own type of maki roll. The rest was a red potato salad with dill for garnish, as well as pickles.
"This one is kind of a fusion. Emily's idea." Brigit grinned. The bread? "Oh, I baked it this morning! It's just a light rye--you bake? Oh, I would love to try something you've made!" Encouraging others to cook might not always be a good thing (*cough* Nia *cough*) but this was part of spreading the joys of cooking!
"Mmm..." Brigit tilts her head to one side, twirling strangs of red hair around her fingertips in thought. "I don't think I know where he came from... He and I travelled a bit together in Ireland, but I don't think I even thought about him being in one place." Before now, that is. Things had changed so much!
"I'll work on something traditional!" That sounds... really fun!
"I cook for me an' Da," Enya explains. She's only of average skill, but she can follow directions in a cookbook and has memorized most of the easier recipes from repetition. Like steak and onions. "Nothin' fancy yeh know, just things like meat an' vegetables." She does, however, make a killer roast in the crock pot. Enya finishes the bread and starts on the bento, taking the time to ooh over the fancy shapes. "I'm pretty sure yer not supposed to eat art," she smiles - and digs in anyway because it smells so good. And she's still hungry after being fed mystery meat for a day and a half. "Who's Emily?" she asks, in between bites of vegetable and chicken. Maybe she can ask for the recipe sometime... she could probably manage the potato salad. "I like the way she thinks," Enya smiles. "And the way yeh cook."
She is a bit surprised to know that Shane and Brigit are old friends. "Boyo knows everybody, it seems! How did the two of yeh meet?" she asks curiously. And then she starts on the potatoes because all the chicken is gone. Poor chicken, you were so tasty.
The chef's face turns pink with obvious pleasure at the compliment and she waves off, putting a hand to her burning cheek. "You're so sweet!" She did take a lot of pride in her work! But finally, she sobers and nods, "Emily was my best friend in college. We decided early on that we were going to open a restaurant together." She smiled at the memory of her friend -- Japanese-American, bookish, excellent chef. "She was in this -huge- asian fusion kick and wanted to make bentos for customers." But then there's bad news... which she'll spare /that/ sad ending to the story for later when her customer isn't eating. "Things didn't really work out, but I'm keeping the dream going!"
Brigit had moved past that sad chapter in her life, so her face remained cheerful. No need to worry anyone! "Shane certainly gets around!" Boyo! It would sound /silly/ if Brigit tried to say it, but with that Irish accent... augh! So adorable!
"We kinda met by accident, really. He and I were part of a... uh. Well, a travelling group, I guess. He came after I joined up. They needed a chef and I needed to take a break from college and travel Ireland a bit. I'd never been there, so... it was a lot of fun!" Ah, the Brotherhood. "And wow! Shane back then... he could just stroll around /anywhere/ in jeans and a t-shirt and steal the heart of any girl. Swear to god!" Ah, those were good days.
It's always sad when friends are parted. Eithne's finally making some - moving to America and traveling through the Gates was probably the best thing that ever happened to her. Funny... it was a direct result of the worst thing to ever happen. Fate works in mysterious ways. She sets down the empty bento box and looks longingly at the parfait. Maybe just a bite... she's getting full (Brigit brought a LOT of food!) but it looks so yummy. She pulls it towards her and picks up the spoon. She can always eat some and put the rest in the fridge for later.
Her face kinda hurts though, from all the talking and chewing. Stupid burns. She sits up on her knees and reaches across the table for an orange plastic pill bottle, twists it open, and shakes out a pill; she swallows it with a long drink from the thermos. "Eh. I hate these things. They make me want to sleep all day." She rubs the edge of her bandage a bit crossly. It's itchy too.
"He's always been doin' that?" she asks, and finally gets to try the pudding. "He's waltzed in an' already there's gels fallin' for him all over the place. Venetia, that lady with the helicopter... Kay, I think, maybe Miss Tegawa..." She pauses for a second to spoon some fluffy whipped cream into her mouth. "No, he works for Miss Tegawa an' she's so uptight. ...Well, /maybe/ Miss Tegawa." And of course, Enya herself - though to her he's almost a big brother.
Brigit herself found that she, when first meeting the warrior-bard, had a crush on the newcomer to the Brotherhood. Unlike many others, however, she did nothing about it. She simply continued to cook for them and fight alongside, allowing time to cool her feelings. He was a good friend and she didn't want that to go away. Relationships always seemed to get /messy/ with good friends. She hoped to avoid that.
Besides, if you'd ever heard of his brother, you'd begin to wonder if that type of womanizing of epic proportions ran in the family.
Venetia... Kay... Miss Tegawa-- "Wait, even his /boss/?" Wow, what a scandal! Brigit giggled at the thought, "Yeah, I guess I could see it being /possible/..." Good! Take the medicine and she'll just slip away. Nothing like bringing comfort to those who need it. Poor Enya probably just needed to rest.
"I should get going... it was wonderful chatting with you, Enya! I really hope you feel better soon!" She can easily show herself out -- snagging $7 on the way! "Oh! My card is on the table -- give me a call anytime!"
At last, despite her valiant efforts... Enya is defeated by the dessert. ;_; But... she feels a /lot/ better now. She was going stir crazy with no cable and no new books; a visit and a good meal was just what she needed. "Well, I dunno about his boss! She's just very fond of him I think," Enya has to backpedal a little. She shouldn't have said anything - it was just a guess. She puts the top back on the parfait and gets up to put it in the refrigerator. She's not letting it go to waste.
She follows Brigit to the door to see her off properly, though. She's a competent hostess, for a teenager. "Thanks again fer sittin' with me, Miss Kelly. I'll call an' order again!"
Eventually she puts the chain back on the door and goes back to the couch to lie down. The oxycodone is starting to kick in and the world is getting soft around the edges - Enya pulls a blanket up to her chest and gets comfortable. And glances once at the money on the table. ...There's still five dollars there. Brigit didn't take the tip. "...Funny lady," she murmurs to herself. "Nice, though..."
And the Morrigan's little girl falls asleep in her empty apartment.