On Iona.

[likeflynn_in]

Shane wanders around outside, having been hauled to Iona by Shateiel

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[fierce_hermia]

Janni calls it "stress-baking" and is pulling three pies out of her oven -- apple, cherry, and blueberry. She hates being yanked out of her home for her own protection, even as she realizes how necessary it is. That doesn't mean she has to like it. At least this time, she huffs, she's not getting sent halfway across the world by herself while her Hound of God hubby battles the Forces of Evil.

She sets the pies on racks to cool and goes to work mixing cookie dough.

[likeflynn_in]

"G'day." Shane makes himself known so as not to startle her too much. "So you're the one responsible for the pies, huh?"

[fierce_hermia]

She's got flour across her nose and a large smear of something identifiable as "food" smeared on her apron. She waves an oven mitt at him. "Got apple, cherry, and blueberry, and homemade ice cream from the monks in the freezer. Help yourself while I put the cookies in."

Which she proceeds to do. "I'm Janni Lockwood."

[likeflynn_in]

"I think I'm going to get fat, here." But he's moving and cutting himself a big piece of cherry pie and topping it with icecream. He sits down at the large table and waves his spoon. "Pleasure. I'm Shane McMahon."

[fierce_hermia]

She grins. "Well, Shane, I stress-bake, and the men I live with have appetites like wolves. It balances out."

[likeflynn_in]

"Just like my mum. Though she stress-cooks pasta. She's Italian," he clarifies as he starts eating pie.

Woe, mun is off to bed, it is 3am here.

[fierce_hermia]

She looks him up and down. Definitely more "combatant" than "non." She huffs out a sigh. "I suppose you're here for this giant stupid ruckus that Lucifer's shoved us into. I bake so they'll have sweets when I'm done bandaging their wounds."

Sleep well!

[likeflynn_in]

"More to give our angel peace of mind. Our boss would be bloody pissed if Shay's relationship with us was used by Lucifer to get his claws into us." Eats some more then continues. "I'm looking at it as a bit of R&R. My partner's around somewhere, I'm not sure how he's looking at it. And this is bonza pie."

[fierce_hermia]

"Thank you. I... practice a lot." Janni nods. "We've got two of the anahim living in our house. I just hope it's still standing when we go back to it." Her expression goes wryly amused. "Fortunately, our homeowner's insurance only has exclusions for 'acts of God,' not 'acts from the Other Side.'"

The timer goes off, and the first batch of cookies comes out of the oven. Snickerdoodles. She slides them off the sheet and drops more on. "But I know my man's gonna be right in the thick of battle. It's what he does."

[likeflynn_in]

Shane (and his mun) are Australian and have no idea what a snickerdoodle is.

He chuckles at the insurance comment, "I don't see why demons would be interested in a house. I mean, they're not really known for their interest in architecture or home renovations."

He frowns then, because anyone on the island that isn't an angel going to fight is an enormously bad tactic as far as he can see. He knows why they're there, after all; marching out with the cavalry seems to be extraodinarily ill advised. If he were in command of things, he'd order her husband to stand down, but he's not, so...

Shane opts for humour to feel his way around the subject. "Oh? He's got wings has he?"

[fierce_hermia]

She pops the next batch of snickerdoodles in the oven and offers him one now that the first batch is cool enough to eat, sitting down with one of her own and scrubbing a hand over her face. "He's got fangs and claws and blessed weapons and loads of experience battling demons and enough faith to move a mountain range. He won't be a liability and won't stay out unless someone actually Orders him to."

[likeflynn_in]

"Mhm, mhm, same, and I served with honours in the SAS, so I'm not talking out of my arse. The point of us being here was to keep us safe. The brief was that even those of us who are accustomed to fighting and war were to stay put to give the angels peace of mind while they fight. Last I checked, there wasn't a clause saying anyone was exempt from that."

[fierce_hermia]

"Ben was an Army Ranger and served in Afghanistan." She nods. "But I don't know that anyone's told him 'hey, puppy, you're sitting this one out.'

I wish they would, honestly. I don't like it when he comes home bleeding and half-dead."

[likeflynn_in]

"Bomb disposal squad, also in Afghanistan, got the shrapnel in my hip as a souvenir. We could continue the pissing competition of who's got more military cred, but I'd really rather not, if it's all the same to you. I did my service, was given medals for it, which are in a box under my bed back home, if I remember right, and then got promoted to an elite classified taskforce which is where I am now. So." Finishes his pie. "The pie was bloody awesome. And it was lovely to meet you." All said with a genuine smile; he's being absolutely honest.

[fierce_hermia]

Well, it's not her Army penis to wave around anyway, is it. Janni's sure that Shane and Ben will be sitting around over beer later, trading stories. "Great to meet you too, Shane. Come back for pie anytime. I have the feeling I'm going to be baking a lot." This last said very wryly.

[likeflynn_in]

He laughs at that. "I don't envy you. Oh, you've." Touches his nose. "Flour gets everywhere."