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[likedtheodds]

Gwaine's sort of not used to having a kitchen that's filled with free food and doesn't have a head cook wandering around with a wooden spoon and acting as though a sort of dictator. Usually, he has to employ some method of charm or trickery in order to whisk away with what he'd always intended, but the island isn't like that. People make food and

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[weusedtoshine]

Sitting at one of the tables with a cup of coffee and a book, Baze watches with amusement. He's been around enough teenagers that he recognises what's going on. He arches one eyebrow and leans his chin into his hand.

"It's all free, man," he says.

[likedtheodds]

"There's no fun in free," is Gwaine's opinion on the subject as he flicks his fingers through the cupboards to seek out something that adheres to an appetite he can't even name. "Half the fun in filching food is figuring out a creative way to steal it," he says, with another crunch of his apple. "Free or not."

[weusedtoshine]

"Well, I guess it's your party if you want to make everything more difficult than you need to, man," he says, grinning as he takes a sip of his coffee.

"I suppose you've got to get your kicks somewhere."

[likedtheodds]

"And where's your kicks?" Gwaine asks, a giddy grin on his face as he pushes his hair back from out of his face. Mostly, he wants to know in the event he's been missing out on something, because it's just too good to pass up. "You know of any place to have fun around these parts?"