[ visual ] [ sanctuary ] carnivore animal i am a cannibal

[thesecondslayer]

[ here's the thing about faith. slayers eat a lot in general, and between prison and growing up without much food faith is the worst of the lot. and while the junk food the hatches are sending out is great for most of the day, she starts needing something meatier. literally. usually she'd just hatch herself a burger, but anything not chips and crap

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[auntjenna]

I can't offer much in the way of sparring - not really my thing - but I can offer cooking. One of the few things I can do.

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[thesecondslayer]

Seriously? [ and thus did faith sound damn close to delighted. ]

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[auntjenna]

If you're as bored here as I am? Yeah. Which floor are you on?

[ pause. ]

And what kind of drinks are down there anyway? I don't think I looked properly.

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[thesecondslayer]

Bored and starved. And ninth, they got a bigass kitchen up here.

[ faith grins and holds up a bottle of jack. ]

Think they got some wine back there, but I'm a shots kind of girl. Snagged this from the floor with all the gambling crap on it.

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[auntjenna]

I'll be down in a few.

[ oh that gets a grin, too. ]

I should be responsible. But I haven't been all month. [ therefore, she will not be responsible today. maybe later, when the guilt and worry sets in. ] Count me in.

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[thesecondslayer]

Sweet.

[ faith just uncaps the bottle and takes a swig, grin getting wider. ] Come on, babe. Screw responsibility, live a little. [ ...jenna she likes you okay. ] Atta girl.

chances are more than expectations;

[auntjenna]

[ jenna's down there in a matter of minutes. she's kind of hungry, too, and after running into katherine, she needs that drink, sob. so, she heads into the kitchen, wearing a tan top and shorts - what, it's all the hamsters gave her - and offers faith a smile. ]

One of these days I'll get better at offering introductions first, but that bottle has my name on it, too. Unless you've got another where that came from.

[ just wait til you find out how good at taking shots jenna is, faith. ]

chances are more than expectations;

[thesecondslayer]

Sure thing, all yours. [ faith's grin gets wider, and she holds out the bottle in offer. ] I got tequila, too.

[ BODY SHOTS? ]

chances are more than expectations;

[auntjenna]

[ jenna grins. walking up, she takes the bottle and tips it back like a pro before offering it back. ]

Sounds like a party. Buuut before I get totally hammered, the deal was cooking, wasn't it? Got anything in particular in mind?

[ she'll just make her way to the fridge and casually toss something else over her shoulder. ]

I'm Jenna, by the way, since we seem to have skipped the introduction phase.

chances are more than expectations;

[thesecondslayer]

[ faith whistles, impressed. look, in her experience usually chicks who look like jenna don't shoot jack like that. ]

As long as it's got meat, I could give a fuck.

[ and faith will hop up on a counter and drum her heels against it like a add teenager she is inside, once you get past the walls. ]

Faith, sup.

chances are more than expectations;

[auntjenna]

Baked chicken work for you? It's the easiest thing right now, but it'll take a while.

[ not even waiting for an answer, just pulling out the chicken, grabbing a knife and everything else she'll need and getting the oven ready. chop, chop, and season. hope you like your chicken with a bit of a bite to it, faith. ]

Don't do much cooking yourself?

[ she doesn't sound upset or condescending. she is honestly curious. and completely understands. she kind of lived off take out for a while, after all. ]

chances are more than expectations;

[thesecondslayer]

Sure, whatever.

[ the spicier the better. this one has a cast iron stomach. faith will just be watching jenna work with the kind of curiosity that shows she's completely unfamiliar to the culinary arts. ]

Nah, never learned.

chances are more than expectations;

[auntjenna]

First time for everything.

[ jenna glances up at faith wryly before returning to her work. at least it doesn't take long to season up and throw it into the oven. ]

A lot of it is knowing the combination: how much to put on, how long to let it cook. Can't really wander off.

[ with that done, though, she'll take up the bottle of jack and give it another good tilt back. definitely what she needed. ]

chances are more than expectations;

[thesecondslayer]

Yeah, I'm thinking I'm gonna just let somebody else do it.

[ really, jenna. you don't want this one cooking. reeeeeeeeally. ]

chances are more than expectations;

[auntjenna]

Fair enough.

[ hey, whatever works. jenna's getting drinks out of this. ]

So, what do you do? For kicks, for show, whatever. Call me curious. What's a normal day like?

chances are more than expectations;

[thesecondslayer]

What, like here?

[ there might be a touch of avoidance in that answer. faith is used to people looking at her and seeing a killer; a wild animal, barely tame enough to be around if at all. ]