"Yeah, well I don't know what whoever told you actually told you, but I didn't make it," Max said, and walked over to the cabinet to grab all the stuff to make coffee.
"You know, you could always just look," Max suggested, and there was just the slightest edge to her voice, like she was two steps from getting annoyed. "Or make one."
Nancy was already in the kitchen, fiddling with the espresso machine, which seemed to be gunked up with something - either someone had gotten confused and tried to run beans through it without grinding them first, or someone was even more confused and was trying to make rock coffee. Of course, the way some people made coffee around here, rocks might be a slight improvement.
She had a good bit of it taken apart and was running part of the strainer underneath running water in the sink when she looked up and saw the woman who'd just walked in. "I'd offer you coffee," she said, "but there might be a slight delay."
"Oh, I'll worry," Nancy assured her. "I'm barely human without coffee." She nodded to the apple and added, "I had a cousin who was allergic to apples. Made her whole mouth itch and turn bright red." She flicked water off of the strainer and started trying to put the thing together again. "My kingdom for an engineer," she muttered, thinking that the reason she sucked at this sort of thing was because Judah always did it for her.
"I'd offer to help, but I'm probably more clueless than you are with that thing," Max said. Water, filter, coffee, she could do. But this whole thing with strainers was getting way too complicated.
And this from the girl who could probably put together an assault rifle with her eyes closed.
Tony had given up on sleeping in the compound, staying back at NCIS most nights. He didn't want to give McDoofus any reason to get all sanctimonious or 'I told you so' on his ass, so he'd also taken to getting up pretty early in the day and going for a run. It made him hungry, and it made him want coffee something desperate, not even bothering to shower before he wandered into the kitchen. "Hey," one side of his mouth pulled up in a smile at the girl, flicking on Nancy's espresso machine, "I'm making real coffee if you want some."
"Yeah, sure," Max said, before she turned and realized that she was talking to that guy who looked like Logan. As much as she knew that people on the island looked like other people (like that one guy who had the nerve to walk around wearing her brother's face), it was still really freaky.
And it probably didn't help that everyone who turned up that looked like someone from back home felt the urge to hit on her.
Sorry, nuh uh. Her panties were not for sale to cheap knock-offs.
Still, Max had been thinking about coffee anyway. No harm in getting someone else to make it for her.
It wasn't hitting on her as much as it was being himself. Joking was Tony's default setting, and if the person he was joking with was an attractive woman, well, no harm in that, was there?
"I'm starting to get good with this thing," he talked as he worked, grabbing the coffee that guy with all the suits had prepped. Nice suits too. Tony needed to ask him where he got them. "At least, I'm not burning myself anymore."
"Always a plus," Max said, with raised eyebrows and a small nod. "Kinda hard to dole out the java when your hands are all blistered, swollen and gross."
She took at seat at the counter, and leaned forward.
"Me, I just deal with the regular stuff unless someone else decides to wrangle with that thing."
"Where the hell have you been, girl?" asked Gunn through a mouthful of what had probably once been a mango. It was kinda hard to tell, now, though, not that it really mattered.
"Around," Max said. "It's not like I can go anywhere or anything."
Though, to be honest, she hadn't been all that convinced that too many people would notice she'd made herself scare. Then again, it was a small island.
If that was his idea of cryptic, then Max was convinced that he needed to work on it.
"Touche," Max said, and as much as she wanted to see people back home again, she had to admit that the island was a big step up from the whole hiding and occasionally running for her life thing.
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"I was told there was pie."
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She had a good bit of it taken apart and was running part of the strainer underneath running water in the sink when she looked up and saw the woman who'd just walked in. "I'd offer you coffee," she said, "but there might be a slight delay."
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"Don't worry about it," She said, then grabbed an apple from a bowl on the counter. "One a day keeps the doctor away."
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And this from the girl who could probably put together an assault rifle with her eyes closed.
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And it probably didn't help that everyone who turned up that looked like someone from back home felt the urge to hit on her.
Sorry, nuh uh. Her panties were not for sale to cheap knock-offs.
Still, Max had been thinking about coffee anyway. No harm in getting someone else to make it for her.
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"I'm starting to get good with this thing," he talked as he worked, grabbing the coffee that guy with all the suits had prepped. Nice suits too. Tony needed to ask him where he got them. "At least, I'm not burning myself anymore."
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She took at seat at the counter, and leaned forward.
"Me, I just deal with the regular stuff unless someone else decides to wrangle with that thing."
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Though, to be honest, she hadn't been all that convinced that too many people would notice she'd made herself scare. Then again, it was a small island.
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"Touche," Max said, and as much as she wanted to see people back home again, she had to admit that the island was a big step up from the whole hiding and occasionally running for her life thing.
She shrugged. "But nope, Still here."
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