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[raptorcanaria]

The apartment Dinah shares with her mother is a medium sized, two-storey affair above the florist shop in a pleasant neighbourhood in downtown Gotham. Her room, into which her Milliways door opens, is a mess of discarded clothes, which she hastily kicked under her unmade bed as they pass

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[tyler_marlocke]

There was no muffled snort of laughter from Beauford. Really.

Must have just been the bags of rice settling in the boxes of goods and supplies that he brought along. Or part of the grunt of him hefting the boxes up onto the counter top before looking over the kitchen.

"You didn't leave any underwear laying out, so you're one up on my cleanliness level for unexpected guests."

[raptorcanaria]

"One thing I do have going for me," she admits. "My underwear remains a mystery."

...

She's just going to gloss over that, opening the fridge that's embarrassingly empty except for sodas, milk and leftovers. "Please let me offer you a soda and pretend I'm talking sense."

[tyler_marlocke]

"Root beer if you have it please, otherwise I'm good with any kind of cola." Beauford pauses, staring into the fridge behind Dinah, and looks away almost immediately, mostly for her own benefit. He's rather happy to at least see that the stove is gas and not electric, but good lord someone's going to have to get other groceries in.

"I'll see what kind of pans are here, and what sort of state they're in before actually turning on any naked flames."

And with that, he's poking into the cupboards and looking to see what is where and find the pots and pans. Sure he brought along his own ricecooker, but there's other dishes to think of! The stews need a good pan!

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah pulls out two root beers, and sets about popping the caps straight into the trash. Anything to keep herself from watching him judging her and her kitchen.

"You want a glass and ice?"

Hers she drinks straight out of the bottle, hopping up to sit on the countertop, next to his boxes. "The pans were my Dad's. He said they were top of the range when he got them, but I'm pretty sure that was before I was born."

[tyler_marlocke]

"They're copper bottomed, duel-coated aluminum stainless steel, Cornell-Warret...yeh, before you were born but very good." Beauford grins, having found the pots and pans. After some quick examination, he starts sorting them out, going by stacks of 'what I will use', 'what I need to clean' and 'what I will not use but put back'.

...Yeah, he's totally judging her now. Fine cooking pans and never using them?

Total culinary heresy.

[raptorcanaria]

"Well, at least my Mom never threw them out," Dinah points out, crossing her legs in front of her and setting her hands on her ankles. "Every time they had an argument about money, she'd bring up the copper bottoms. I don't think she appreciated them much."

Almost certainly, they couldn't afford them.

[tyler_marlocke]

That gets another snort and a laugh from him as he starts running the water to get it hot and soak the dirty pots and pans.

"From what you've told me, neither you or your mom would know the difference between a copper bottom or an aluminum solid pan..." Beauford says, giving the sink a generous amount of soap and going after the pans with some steel wool scrubbers. "You weren't kidding on the whole 'living on takeout' thing."

[raptorcanaria]

"Sometimes we'll gpo to an uncle's," Dinah offers hopelessly, then shakes her head. "No, I wasn't. Mom was always too busy to cook, and me - well, I guess I'm the same. you never know when that device is going to call you to an emergency while there's a pan on the stove."

Which is really just an excuse.

[tyler_marlocke]

Yeah, and they're excuses with some good reasoning that he's had happen before.

"I think I can understand that..."

But it is still an excuse.

"I'm not sure if I'd want to use the spices you guys have anyways, those things lose a lot of their potency after a few months, nevermind a few years." He turns, looking over to Dinah. "I think a little grocery shopping might be in order."

[raptorcanaria]

Oh thank god, something she can get involved in.

"OK!" Dinah says brightly, uncrossing her legs. "You want to make a list of what we need? I'll grab my wallet."

[tyler_marlocke]

"Sure," One quick drying of the hands on a towel and he's digging his notebook and a pen out of the boxes he brought.

"Gimme a sec to write it up...I think definitely you're going to want either shrimp or mussels on this list though..."

[raptorcanaria]

"I hope you know where we can get that," Dinah says, frowning for a second. "...no wait, there's a fish market down on Mitchell Street. We can go there after the grocery store."

She drops down from the counter and leaves for the hall, where a closet gives up two motorcycle helmets and a set of motorcycle bags. Dinah pisks up the largest of these.

[tyler_marlocke]

"Gotham isn't my territory, I'd need a phonebook. Figure a month's worth of meals will take some good meat from the hoof, maybe look up a good butcher shop unless you know of any..." He's got half the list written up now, looking to the kitchen. "Definitely going to make that one stew you liked so much after all, and feeding five people for a month is going to take a lot of food...onions, potatos, canned tomatoes will work..."

[raptorcanaria]

"There's a butcher's down the block," Dinah says thoughtfully. "Might need to make a couple of trips, unless we go overkill and take the delivery van."

She's willing to, but the bike is more fun. "Let's see how we go with the saddle bags and the trunk bag."

[tyler_marlocke]

"Yeah, shouldn't take more than a few m-." His head comes up from the grocery list to look at Dinah and the helmets she's carrying, with a little surprise.

Like he was lost in his own world of thought.

"Yeah, it shouldn't take more than a few trips to take care of this list...Save the seafood for last, that way it's at it's freshest when I try cooking my way into your mother's good graces."

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah blinks at his surprise and instantly misinterprets it.

"Look," she says. "I know I'mm not going to have a crash, and you know I'mm not going to crash, but pretending that I need the helmet is all part of the secret identity, so you can deal with helmet hair."

So there.

"You'll be surprised how much can fit in these bags, anyway."