Après moi le déluge

[wishesandsmoke]

Eden leaned against the kitchen counter, her elbow resting on the surface and her chin resting on the palm of her hand. There were crumbs sticking to the back of her arm now and she idly brushed at the flour marking the inside of her wrist

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[anewwaive]

"I don't know what the fuck you're saying, but it's kind of hot hearing it anyway," he said, leaning against the wall. Okay, so the smell of food might've led Gideon straight for the kitchen after he came in from the cold. Even better the cook turned out to be someone he was sure he could weasel free shit out of. Heading over, he took a look at what had been made.

"Shit, you didn't have to bake for me," he added, shooting her a grin.

[wishesandsmoke]

Eden bit the tip of her tongue, grinning over at him and pushing off from the counter. "Good," she said, brushing her hands against her jeans, "'cause I didn't. Veronica made them."

She tilted her head to the side, shrugging, almost unconsciously coy. "I was practicing French. For class." If she was going to be sharing these things, it was lucky someone had turned up she liked to see around.

[anewwaive]

"Veronica...that the short chick with the blonde hair?" he asked, gesturing to around her size. He hadn't seen her in a fucking long time, which was probably good, because she was a little bitchy.

Whatever. She didn't have to know he was one of the people who would inevitably take what she made.

"There's classes here?" he asked, raising a brow. He couldn't even begin to imagine why anyone would want to take classes when they didn't have to. But then, Gideon wasn't really ever that great a student himself. "So what were you saying? Had to be fucking good if you were talking to cookies."

[wishesandsmoke]

Eden laughed, sounding almost surprised. "Hey," she cautioned playfully, "watch who you're calling short. I'm not all that much taller than her, and if I get offended, I won't share."

She grinned, shrugging again as she rocked back on her heels, hands against the counter. "Yeah, there's a whole school. It's something to do, you know?" She'd missed out on college and all that back home, too, so maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to try making up for it a little. Back then she could've talked her way into any school in the country, but it hadn't seemed all that important. "I was just practicing, like, location stuff. You know, 'where is the beach'? That kind of thing."

[anewwaive]

"Well, most people are short next to me," he pointed out, innocently. "Though I have a brother that's actually taller than me. Crazy, right?"

He guessed he understood why she was taking classes, but no one would be finding Gideon in one of those fucking things. There was something about working when he didn't even have to that seemed wrong.

"So what's French for 'Give me a cookie'?" he asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Fuck, he didn't care if they weren't cooled yet. Things were making him hungry as hell.

[wishesandsmoke]

Eden arched an eyebrow and shrugged. "Um... donne-moi un biscuit?" she said, a little uncertain about the grammar. "S'il vous plaît - no cookies for the rude." She shot him a wry glance, cheerful and teasing, as she walked past, ducking into the pantry in search of more hot chocolate. If there was one thing she was really liking about the winter, it was that. She hadn't realized how much she liked the stuff until it came back.

[anewwaive]

"Come on, don't be like that," he laughed, watching as she moved about the room. "It's a fucking compliment if I want the food. That should be enough, right?"

[wishesandsmoke]

"Doesn't mean you get to be rude," Eden said brightly, coming backing out again. She started filling the kettle with water as she spoke, her back turned to him. "Anyway, it's not much of a compliment when I didn't make them."

[anewwaive]

"Fine. Can I have a cookie?" he asked, rolling his eyes. "And what are you fucking making, anyway?"

[wishesandsmoke]

"Yes." Eden grinned, just this side of smug as she looked back over her shoulder. "I'm making water," she said, sounding vaguely awestruck, eyes widening dramatically. "For hot chocolate." With that, she set the kettle on the stove.

[anewwaive]

"Shit, we got hot chocolate?" he asked, and, figuring the 'yes' was his go ahead to take, he grabbed one of the warm cookies and leaned against the counter. "Hope you're making enough for two."

[wishesandsmoke]

"What kind of person do you think I am?" Eden asked, mock-offended, as she pressed a hand to her chest. "Really, Gideon." She grinned. "Grab a mug. If there's one good thing about the winter, it's the change in the pantry."