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[burbonmilkshake]

Faye is rummaging in the kitchen. She is hungry. Hopefully there is some canned fruit that doesn't suck.

Mandarin oranges would be nice.

Come talk to her while she rummages, if you wish.

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[jediatemybrain]

If she's looking for the pumpkin pie cake mix, she won't find any. Not that she probably would want it, but it's all either been eaten or stashed away in a closet in 410.

And in walks the reason there is no mo' pie mix. Revan's came in with a stack of Chinese cooking magazines and is looking a little hungry as well.

"Hey there."

[burbonmilkshake]

Faye crawls out of a cupboard and rakes her hair out of her face. "Hi. How're you?

...Have you seen any mandarin oranges anywhere? I suddenly got the weirdest craving..."

[jediatemybrain]

Revan raises one finger, then opens up the under the sink cupboard and sticks an arm in "I think there might be.... aha!"

He comes up with a battered can that has most of the label scrapped off. "I think this might be one, or it might be some sort of meat product. I saw it back there a week ago while I was looking for something to scrub my bathroom with."

[burbonmilkshake]

Faye takes it and eyes it warily. "Well, the can isn't warm, at least. No botulism waiting for me." She snags a can opener and opens it, peering inside.

...Whew, oranges.

"Thanks. My name's Faye, by the way."

[slightlymonkish]

And in comes sauntering Monk, who actually has a reason for coming in here, but...

... that pile of books on the table is just so crooked.

MUST FIX.

[burbonmilkshake]

Faye raises a brow, perched on an arm of the couch, having finally found a can of fruit that was acceptable.

"Um... hi?"

[slightlymonkish]

Monk looks away from his straightening for a moment, smiles, and gives a little 'no I'm not crazy I swear' kind of wave.

"Hi."

[burbonmilkshake]

"My name's Faye," she says, once she gets used to the sight. Hell, she's friends with Hannelore--this is nothing. "What's yours?"

[kurosakiboy]

Ichigo is looking for Faye, actually. So it's just his luck that the rummaging noises he hears coming from the kitchen are because of her. He may not know her too well, but he feels he can trust her. Not with anything huge, of course, but compared to the others he's spoken to since arriving, she's felt like the one who might actually be able to understand stuff about him, on one level or another.

Basically, he needs somebody to talk to, and she's the closest thing to a shrink he's likely to find. Besides, it's not like he's going to be throwing down huge dark secrets, right?

"Hey, coffee lady, got a second?" He speaks as he pokes his head into the kitchen, his tone not making it clear if the name is a joke or he simply can't remember her real one.

[burbonmilkshake]

Faye turns and looks at Ichigo. "What's up, Red?" she asks. "Everything okay?"

[kurosakiboy]

"Uh, yeah, sort of. Just got a question for ya."

Also, that Red thing better not have been a shot at his hair. He's touchy!

[burbonmilkshake]

It was a remark about his hair, and a new nickname for him. She gives people she likes nicknames. It's what she does.

"Ask away," she says.

[tyrantmaker]

There is movement behind her. Just someone coming in, pensively, and opening a cabinet.

"Peaches." Wesker considers. "No." He puts the can on the counter and pokes through some more. "What were you looking for?"

[burbonmilkshake]

Faye twitches a little, and then clears her throat. "Uh--oranges."

It takes her a second before she asks, "How are you, Albert?"

[tyrantmaker]

He pauses, looking at the can in his hand. "I've got a stable partner on the roster list, each time. Nobody new, nobody who's never fought a Magog before."

He's still rather concerned about his whole IMMINENT DEATH thing.

[burbonmilkshake]

"That's good." She nods.

"..Damn. I've been all over the place. No oranges." She picks up the can of peaches and looks at it. "This will have to do." She rummages for a can opener, finds it, and opens the can, then nabs a fork and begins eating.