Scene 11: Logan and Trina

[dead_hooker_2]

Previously . . .As far as Trina can tell, this Agent Booth person seems to be determined to vent his frustration at being a midlevel government drone by making her drive all the way down to Neptune for a ten-minute interview. Which is really annoying

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[obligatoryass]

Agent Booth would take exception to such a characterization. Logan, however, would be amused.

He answers quickly enough, and he's even fully dressed. Wearing real clothes, not pajamas. Because - shocker! He went to class that morning! And came home for lunch.

"Hey, Trina," he says, surprised. "What's up? Come on in. Need a hand?"

[obligatoryass]

Logan looks a little abashed. "I guess I'm just not sure I want it to get that serious, you know? Like, we mostly just hang out and have fun. She's teaching me how to cook, isn't that crazy?"

[dead_hooker_2]

"You're learning to cook?"

[obligatoryass]

The sheer incredulity in her voice makes Logan look a little sheepish. "I am. I can't do much more than spaghetti and grilled cheese, but it's more than I could manage before."

Except he's really, really sick of grilled cheese now and is mostly working on various kinds of pastas. Some don't even require cooking.

[dead_hooker_2]

"Hey, it's a start. Probably more than I can make. You remember my attempt at a holiday dinner last year, right?"

Chad does almost all the cooking.

Also, Logan is now getting a bread machine for Christmas.

[obligatoryass]

"How could I forget? The panda Chinese place did it much better."

Speaking of which, "How're things with Chad?"

[dead_hooker_2]

"They're actually really good.

"And I've stopped trying to understand it."

At the end of the day, Chad is just a nice person to curl up with.

[obligatoryass]

"Probably a sensible solution."

He pauses for a moment, then asks, "How're you, with this whole FBI thing? Have they been bugging you?"

[dead_hooker_2]

Trina waves the topic away. "He's a bored little bureaucrat exercising what limited power he has. Probably just a ball of frustration."

She feels sorry for anyone he sleeps with.

"Nothing to worry about."

[obligatoryass]

"Good," Logan says, smiling at her. "I won't then. And don't worry about me. I'm - doing OK, I think."

His mindset about Lynn has shifted again, but it hasn't been terribly painful. Of course, that shift's probably not finished yet, either, so the pain could just be...waiting.

[dead_hooker_2]

"I'll try not to," she says.

"Look, that jackass tries to talk to you again, call a lawyer, okay?"

Logan's an easy target, what with the record and all, and he doesn't always know when to shut the hell up already.

[obligatoryass]

"I will," he says.

The first time, candor seemed in order. If he hears from Booth again, he has a feeling it will be a different sort of thing. Possibly the sort of thing that would mean he was a suspect, and he's not going to put up with that shit this time around.

"I have no interest in being made a suspect in this by the FBI because some suit is frustrated."

[dead_hooker_2]

"Good," says Trina.

"So, you wanna make me lunch, since you're on your way to becoming a master chef?

"I brought dessert."

Which they've had first.

[obligatoryass]

"Depends. How do you feel about grilled cheese? Or spaghetti?"

The sauce, at least, doesn't come out of a jar, so that's something.

[dead_hooker_2]

"Either's good, but probably not both."

They're close to being things that would go with each other, but not quite close enough.

[obligatoryass]

"Grilled cheese it is, then," Logan says. "It's easier. And I make less of a mess with it. I've got soup, too, if you want."

That comes out of a can. Why work hard when Campbells will do it for you?