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[dinnerfor1_girl]

Sally occasionally hated kitchens.

Sure, they provided you with food and yes, they gave you the place to store bottles and bottles of lovely wine, but they were also occasionally jam-packed with food that had loads and loads of calories in them. This very morning she had woken up, looked in the mirror, and her bottom seemed as though it might

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[remnantofjoseph]

Unremarkably oblivious to Sally's plight was one Joseph Toye, already seated at one of the tables with the fruits of his foraging through the pantry shelves. Today had turned out to be one of those mornings where Gene didn't like the look of him, and he'd gotten that face, where he told Joe without speaking that he had to eat a decent lunch, and Gene would know if he hadn't, because the little woodland creatures that came to do his saintly bidding would tell him, or some shit.

A decent lunch in this instance means comfort food, and the only thing more comforting than a couple of baked potatoes drowned in butter was a slow-cooked roast, maybe, or the grilled cheese sandwiches Hera sometimes insisted on eating.

Obliviousness to her plight never really made him oblivious to her voice, though, and even if he has to chew through another bite of his lunch to do so, he's helpless not to reply; "Hoping someone'll bring it over on a canoe?"

[dinnerfor1_girl]

"It's something simple," she said, opening the door only to close it only to open it and repeat the pattern four times more. "It's something comforting. You come home after a crap day and you get a pizza for one delivered by a potentially gorgeous bloke and then you can wallow in grease and cheese. It's a time-honoured tradition," she insisted stubbornly.

[remnantofjoseph]

"The place is already air-conditioned," he says idly, listening to her mess with the door.

"Grease sure sounds comforting," he adds, his face hopefully conveying how much he thinks it isn't. "Maybe you could make one and ask a guy to bring it to you later. Then you'd already know if he's up to your standards."

[dinnerfor1_girl]

"In this place? He'd much rather be screwing my male neighbours rather than me," Sally said and then winced. "I promise that would make sense if you knew my friend Jane and her...tendencies with pizza delivery men." Though it wasn't like Jane was entirely wrong about it. The man did tend to have his own transport. "Sorry," she said, finally smashing back with reality. "Did you want something from the fridge?"

[shot_my_shoes]

Harry had only stopped off in the kitchen for a cup of tea and something to take to eat for his evening clinic shift at the Southern Clinic. He recognised the woman at the fridge from the speed dating evening. But since she hadn't really moved while he put the kettle on he said, "If you're waiting for food to magically appear in there I don't think it does it while you're watching." In truth he was still a bit confused about the things that magically appeared anyway, but since that included useful things in the clinic he didn't really feel in a position to complain about that any more.

[dinnerfor1_girl]

"I'm more waiting for my mind to tell me what I want." Which wasn't fair because she already knew she ought to have something healthy, but she just wasn't sure that salads were going to sate her need for food. The problem was that everything else was probably going to cause her hips to inflate like a dinghy boat.

[shot_my_shoes]

"I'm afraid I can't help you there." He couldn't tell what she might want to eat. "But I can offer you a cup of tea to go with whatever you do decide you want to eat." He was glad that was one of the things they did have here - civilisations could collapse without the aid of tea.

[dinnerfor1_girl]

Now, the cup of tea, that was a standard. No matter what was happening, Sally could always go for a cuppa in the afternoon and a drink in the evening. Or the morning, depending on how bad the prior evening had been. "Why can't salad be tasty and healthy? Honestly!"

[vvdanicavv]

Eating and never putting on a pound of weight was one perk of being a vampire that seemed to have followed Danica back into her human life. Forgetting and/or ignoring the fact she had physically assaulted somebody was another - back in New York there were just too many to keep a count of - so when she reached around Sally and yanked open the fridge door herself, she did so with no shame or hesitation.

"There's a way and you're in it." When it came to Danica that could probably be construed as a fairly amicable greeting.

[dinnerfor1_girl]

Sally gave a disgruntled huff of a sound when she was forcibly pushed to the side and she glowered as best as she could. "Normal human beings approach the situation with a 'could you please move?'" she noted, with ice in her voice. "But then, I suppose you're not normal, now are you?"

[vvdanicavv]

"Ugh. No," Danica answered, digging her finger into a creamy pastry sitting in the refrigerator (she didn't care who it belonged to) and scooping a large blob out to try. "Who wants to be normal?" It was seriously overrated. She licked her finger clean in one go, in a delicate sort of manner, visibly deciding whether or not she liked what she tasted. "I'd rather be me." Decision made, she reached back inside and pulled the entire thing out, pleased to find chocolate sauce covering half of it. The fridge door was left open when her hunt for a clean fork began.

[dinnerfor1_girl]

Sally winced at the amount of creme that was being ingested. She fought not to gag at the sheer prospect of how many calories were bound to clog up her arteries. But then, it wasn't like she didn't worse a horrible complexion on certain people. "And what's so great about being you? Other than the massive practice you clearly have in being an icy bitch."