"I see that you've found yourself some trouble, Rickon." Niko imagined that getting used to children was an acquired taste and, in spending time with Susan, he'd learned some of Rickon's particular quirks. He was an active child and one who wanted for attention and affection; Niko had no doubt that Susan was a loving mother but the disappearance of the boy's father seemed to have had some sort of attachment effect on him.
He made a mental note to stop by more often to help occupy him before moving into the kitchen proper, leaning against one of the counters.
"I don't guess you'd need any help, Susan? It all looks great but I can help with washing up if you want. Give you a chance to relax?"
He smiled a little. "Maybe engage in polysyllabic conversation? I read a book on Greek tragedies earlier that I'm dying to discuss."
"You could take that pizza out of the oven when it finishes in about..." The timer dinged, and Susan smiled. "About now," she finished. "See if it's brown enough? It might need another minute." She went to check on Helen, who was awake and waving her arms and legs about, as if experimenting with just how they worked, but otherwise perfectly content.
"Happy, as usual." It was something Susan was having difficulty getting used to, since Rickon had been (and still was) so demanding. Since Helen was happy where she was, Susan didn't disturb her other than to give her a kiss and brightly coloured stuffed giraffe to play with, but she picked Rickon up out of the playpen. "No more colouring on the cabinets, please," she warned him, kissing his cheek and putting him down. Wolf in one hand, Blanket in the other, Rickon toddled over to his pile of blocks and started piling them on top of each other, babbling to himself.
When Susan was sure he wasn't about to deface any more of the kitchen, she turned to Niko. "Have you had dinner? There's plenty, I assure you." Susan always made a little more than they'd need for dinner, carefully putting away the leftovers in the refrigerator for anyone coming in later looking for something to eat.
Trixa followed her nose to the food. A fairly routine occurrence around here, but still. Frankly she really missed takeout and delivery, it was what she'd been living on back home. It was simple, it came to your door and you tossed out what was left.
Yeah, it wasn't the most eco-friendly solution, but she recycled in other ways. Growing nice people, composting the bad ones. It evened out in the wash.
Bypassing the healthy stuff... well, not bypassing it, but going back for it later, she piled up the pizza with an eye to the woman who appeared to be in charge.
"I did," Susan replied, and pulled a fresh pizza out of the oven. "There's more than enough, so help yourself." Working in the kitchen meant that Susan saw a lot of the island's residents regularly, even if she didn't know them well, and this was someone she hadn't seen before. "New to the island?"
Her tone was light, but Trixa still wasn't sure she was in a friend-making mood. Everything was too new, too unknown. As someone who was fairly used to being the one in control, it didn't sit very well.
"Just because I'm in here nearly every Monday, and I know most of the island by sight, even if I don't know their names," Susan said. She set to cutting the freshly-baked cheese pizza into slices, and cut some of those slices again in case anyone wanted smaller portions. "I'm Susan," she offered. "I've been here a few years now."
Walt knows just how healthy a good salad his, had his momma feed him enough of it after all, yet he passes the salad easily to grab a few slices of pizza. Sitting down with his plate in a little quiet corner, he patiently sits there, waiting for his pizza to cool down enough so he won't burn his mouth, maybe waiting for somebody to sit down with him.
This is after all how he's met a bunch of people, and meeting people, friends or new ones, is always welcome to him.
Generally, Mathias is terrible at starting conversations, preferring instead to stay silent and wait for someone else to speak first, but the kitchen has many people tonight -- all here for pizza, he imagines -- and he finds himself sitting near someone. Not saying hello would be rude.
"Hi," he says, offering a faint smile. "It's been a long time since I have even seen pizza. It is not exactly an island staple, is it?"
"Hi!" Walt says, a grin on his face. "Nah, it sadly ain't." If it were for him, he'd be having pizza as often as possible, but it's not, so he gladly settles for this.
"How long's it been for you since you last had pizza?" He asks.
Mathias has to pause and think about that, add up the months he's been on the island the time he'd spent in Mexico before that. "A year and about eight months," he says after a moment. "Longer than I had realized."
"Nos da Rickon," Coraline says cheerily waving to little Rickon before sliding into a seat. She peers at the pizza curiously, lifting up an edge of the pizza and peering beneath it. Bringing it to her plate cautiously, like it is a bomb, Coraline placed it down carefully before smelling it. It smelled okay but you could never be too sure with recipes. "If you poison me pizza I will use my ninja skils on you and make you regret the day you crossed Coraline Carter."
Coraline bit into the edge curiously before grinning. "You may live another day Mister Pizza."
Sonya held back a laugh as Coraline tested out the pizza.
"Actually, it may only live for..ten minutes tops-or however long it takes you to eat a slice of pizza." Sonya was never sure when it came to Coraline and food.
"Probably five minutes maybe less," Coraline said eating the pizza with a bit more enthusiasm now that she had tried it out. Coraline was cautious when it came to food, after having parents that cooked terribly she tended to distrust grown ups with their offerings of food. "Mum and dad couldn't cook like this, they were terrible. Guess what Sonya, I'm a big sister!"
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Sonya already had a mouth full of pizza and had to swallow before answering.
"My mom was a bad cook too, so dad usually took over the kitchen when he was home. Then Danny and I learned to cook and so mom was kicked out of the kitchen-so to speak." She smirked. "And they didn't have microwaves back then, not until I was no longer living at home."
"So is it a baby brother or sister? And I'm glad you finally got over the fear of them looking to replace you." Sonya didn't think she had to say 'I told you so', either it was already apparent or Coraline was over it.
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Now that she had her own hut, Sonya usually took her meals by herself (though usually she made dinner for two in case a certain ninja decided to pop up), but that still didn't mean she didn't on occasion check by the compound for dinner. Case in point-as inventive as she was with cooking outside, her hut didn't have an oven so she couldn't make pizza. It did mean that she'd have to brave the crowd at dinner rush, but she figured the price would be worth it if it meant pizza.
She took a few slices and sat down, pulling out some notes from her chinese class to study from while she ate.
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He made a mental note to stop by more often to help occupy him before moving into the kitchen proper, leaning against one of the counters.
"I don't guess you'd need any help, Susan? It all looks great but I can help with washing up if you want. Give you a chance to relax?"
He smiled a little. "Maybe engage in polysyllabic conversation? I read a book on Greek tragedies earlier that I'm dying to discuss."
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"How's the lovely Helen today?"
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When Susan was sure he wasn't about to deface any more of the kitchen, she turned to Niko. "Have you had dinner? There's plenty, I assure you." Susan always made a little more than they'd need for dinner, carefully putting away the leftovers in the refrigerator for anyone coming in later looking for something to eat.
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Yeah, it wasn't the most eco-friendly solution, but she recycled in other ways. Growing nice people, composting the bad ones. It evened out in the wash.
Bypassing the healthy stuff... well, not bypassing it, but going back for it later, she piled up the pizza with an eye to the woman who appeared to be in charge.
"You make this?" She called out.
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Her tone was light, but Trixa still wasn't sure she was in a friend-making mood. Everything was too new, too unknown. As someone who was fairly used to being the one in control, it didn't sit very well.
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This is after all how he's met a bunch of people, and meeting people, friends or new ones, is always welcome to him.
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"Hi," he says, offering a faint smile. "It's been a long time since I have even seen pizza. It is not exactly an island staple, is it?"
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"How long's it been for you since you last had pizza?" He asks.
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Coraline bit into the edge curiously before grinning. "You may live another day Mister Pizza."
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"Actually, it may only live for..ten minutes tops-or however long it takes you to eat a slice of pizza." Sonya was never sure when it came to Coraline and food.
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"My mom was a bad cook too, so dad usually took over the kitchen when he was home. Then Danny and I learned to cook and so mom was kicked out of the kitchen-so to speak." She smirked. "And they didn't have microwaves back then, not until I was no longer living at home."
"So is it a baby brother or sister? And I'm glad you finally got over the fear of them looking to replace you." Sonya didn't think she had to say 'I told you so', either it was already apparent or Coraline was over it.
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She took a few slices and sat down, pulling out some notes from her chinese class to study from while she ate.
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