and all I do is talk, talk, talk all day

[persimmonsplz]

Who: Ichimaru Gin (persimmonsplz ) ; Re-l Mayer (proxysearch )
When: October 1st, late afternoon
Where: Re-l's apartment
Summary: Gin comes to make Re-l real food! (It's an owed favor~)
Warnings: n/a

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[proxysearch]

She should have called Aizen before doing anything else to ask what had happened after their fight. Was Gin in trouble? Was this some way for him to hide from the other man? She should have thought it through and actually had done something, but...

Well, some part of her was painfully curious about the look in Gin's face the way he spoke about someone standing up to Aizen. And if that meant going behind the other man's man to get her answers, then so be it.

She was home half an hour after he arrived, as promised, coming in through the front door and taking off her jacket first. She didn't bother to loose the gun from its strap on her thigh, instead striding into the kitchen to make sure nothing had happened so far. And there he was, just poking through her cabinets. "What are you looking for?" she asked, walking over to him.

[persimmonsplz]

Gin nearly hit his head on the upper lip of the cabinet as he looked up, but thankfully caught himself before any terrible collision occurred, and surely and questions Re-l had about Gin's encounter with Aizen could be answered with one look.

There was only one place Gin could have gotten such a bruise, after all.

Still, he hardly looked deterred judging by his grin, and he stood up fully. "Oil. I need it fer the chicken."

[proxysearch]

She quirked a brow at him, eyes traveling to the bruise on his cheek. Her eyes narrowed briefly, the only indication that she even noticed. "Oil?" Did she and Daedalus even have oil?

Re-l brushed her hair behind one of her ears and went over to one of the cabinets over the stove, going up on her toes to look. She found some olive oil and brought it down to give to him. "Here." And yes, unopened. That should give him a good idea of how often the two of them actually cooked some decent food.

"What are you planning on making?"

[persimmonsplz]

"Well~" Taking the oil, Gin turned and sat it next to the plastic bag he had brought along with him. It only took a moment of rummaging before he revealed some fresh vegetables (peas, carrots, bamboo shoots - wait, did that count?), a box of white rice, and a package of what claimed to be lean chicken breast.

"I couldn't get everything I wanted fer this, but it should still end up as some kind of chicken stir fry. Plus it ain't hard to make. You said you wanted to learn, right~?"