could this be any more awkward? [rp fro swipeacadavar and hornrimmed]

[its_notluck]

To say things were a little awkward was putting it mildly but she was trying, as had been her dad's advice.

She still wasn't sure what to think about Gretchen and her crush but it helped to put her mind at ease to know that Gretchen wasn't stalking her because she had some kind of nefarious plan to hurt Claire.  Not that she could be hurt but that

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[swipeacadavar]

Gretchen bounced lightly on the balls of her feet. "Are you sure he won't mind?" she asked. She was a little nervous about just walking into someone else's apartment, but it wasn't enough to interfere with the glow of just hanging out with Claire.

Bennet got up from the computer and went out of the bedroom when he heard Claire's voice. "Claire-bear," he said warmly. He glanced behind her. "And Gretchen. It's nice to see you again," he said levelly.

[swipeacadavar]

She beamed happily and set the bowl down. "So we just scoop some on there, huh?" she asked, looking at the cookie sheet. "You want to do it?"

[its_notluck]

"Nah, you go ahead and do it. You're doing a great job." Claire chuckled, touching Gretchen's arm without thinking about it. "I'll turn on the stove, get it hot." She nodded, moving over to her dad's stove so that she could get the oven warming up.

[swipeacadavar]

Gretchen blushed and reached for the bowl again. She spooned some uneven dollops onto the cookie sheet, glancing at Claire from the corner of her eye.

[its_notluck]

Claire smiled to herself as she turned on the oven and then glanced over at her dad, unaware Gretchen was watching her. "So what do you have planned for dinner?"

[swipeacadavar]

He looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow. "I didn't actually have plans yet," he said. Probably along the lines of microwaving something, since he wasn't going out with Peter, but he didn't say that.

Gretchen finished with the dough and turned, leaning against the counter, keeping quiet while Claire talked to her dad.

[its_notluck]

"Well, we could order something? Or I could make supper for us." She offered with a nod of her head, turning to take the cookie sheet so that she could slide it into the oven.

"An actual home made meal, something none..." A pointed look at her dad. "Of us have had for a little while?"

[swipeacadavar]

"If you'd like to," he said evenly, refusing to rise to the bait. "I'll have to take you shopping for ingredients."

"I can help," Gretchen said.

[its_notluck]

"Sounds good to me." Claire beamed at the both of them.

[swipeacadavar]

"You two could go shopping while I stay here to make sure nothing burns," Bennet said, giving Claire an extremely innocent look.

Gretchen grinned. "That's a good idea," she said.

[its_notluck]

She narrowed her eyes a little at her dad before focusing a smile on Gretchen. "Sounds good."

Then she held out her hand to her dad, smirking expectantly.

[swipeacadavar]

Bennet smiled and pulled out his wallet, handing Claire three twenty dollar bills. "Have fun," he said dryly.

"Come on," Gretchen said, grabbing Claire's hand and tugging her towards the door.

[its_notluck]

"Thanks, Daddy." She leaned up to kiss her dad's cheek before Gretchen was pulling on her hand. Chuckling, she followed after the other girl.

"What do we want for supper?"

[swipeacadavar]

"I don't know. Your dad won't mind if it's not weird stuff, right?" she asked, remembering the lunch they'd gone on before.

[its_notluck]

"He might be secretly happy it's not." She chuckled, wrinkling her nose as she remembered the same lunch.

[swipeacadavar]

She gave a warm laugh. "Yeah, ok. Do you want to just do spaghetti or something, then?"