[For Chuck]

[yoursarahjane]

If Sarah Jane Smith was good at anything, it was at being a plucky young girl reporter and gathering the facts of something. In order to make a proper dinner for Casey, that meant she needed to know what she could prepare (that was within the realm of possibility for her talents). Since she really only knew Chuck in relation to Casey, she first

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[the_intersect]

Chuck was there, and probably bored out of his mind. He'd found a couple of old gaming magazines on the bookshelf and was halfway though the stack of nostalgia when there was a knock on the hut door.

Before he heard the familiar voice that followed, Chuck was hoping against all hope that it wasn't that tiny woman who had tried to take over Ellie's bed once before. Chuckw as still a little scared of her.

Closing his gaming magazine, he went to see who was at the door, relieved to find Sarah Jane there.

"Oh! Hey, Sarah Jane. What's up?"

[yoursarahjane]

Sarah smiled pleasantly up at him, arms crossed behind her back as she bit her lip and looked up at him, willing herself to just ask, or say hello, or talk to him. "Chuck, hi," she greeted warmly. "I'm not here to pester you too much, I just wanted to ask a little eensy tiny bit of a question," she said.

[the_intersect]

"Yeah-- yeah, sure," Chuck said, a little curious as to what Sarah Jane would have to ask him. It was kind of out of the blue, after all. "You wanna come in?"

[yoursarahjane]

Sarah limped her way in carefully, her legs still bruised and hurting from the wayward clam attack she had suffered through. "Thank you, yes," she remarked, wandering into the hut and clearing her throat, wiping sweaty palms upon her jeans. "I came to ask about Casey, actually. About his preferences."