MCA #0: Tuesday Evening

[needsaparrot]

Xander's cooking. Real cooking, not even pasta. Cooking with meat and veggies and something that passes for gravy. It's not really taking his mind off what he learned today, but it's letting him concentrate on something with set steps, instructions he has to follow. It's almost like work in that respect but he's less familiar with the process, and

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[bridge_carson]

And that person is knocking on Xander's door right this moment, right on time for a dinner date, bouncing just a little because both his workshops had been pretty fun, even if he hadn't had time to stop by construction today. But that was okay because he was here *now*.

[needsaparrot]

It had possibly been unfair not to call him, Xander thinks as he opens the door and catches the bounce. But Anakin had been right; some things are better - if you can use that word - in person.

"Hey," he says with a very small smile, tucking the dish-towel he'd been using in lieu of a potholder into the pocket of his jeans.

[bridge_carson]

"He-" Bridge starts to reply, then stops, blinks. "What's wrong?"

[needsaparrot]

"You should probably come in." Which counts as an invitation, but it's not like he can't see Bridge breathing.