Free Food, Free Rabbi (RP for half_whole_pw)

[zippyknowsbest]

"Papi, get out of my kitchen."

"Zeit moykl, forgive an old man for trying to be helpful," Jacob Levine murmured, raising his hands and backing away into the slightly-more-spacious living room.

"Your helpful will make my kitchen a balagan," Zippy said darkly. "Siddown. The boychik'll be here soon, I don't want he should arrive to hear me swearing

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[half_whole_pw]

Peter wasn't often nervous about meeting new people, but then most people he met weren't trying to help him figure out the mess that is his life. Not seriously, at any rate. He didn't often talk about his relationship with God to anyone. His father, yes. And Jimmy...well he used to talk to Jimmy about it, still did if you wanted to count the one-sided conversations he had with his deceased twin

[zippyknowsbest]

"You do because they're here," Zippy said in a satisfied tone as she scraped cookies off the sheet onto a cooling rack. "Hiya, Pete, come on in, make yourself at home... Papi, this is Peter Webster, Peter, this is--" she grinned at her cookies, her back to the men, "Rabbi Jake."

'Rabbi Jake' arched a brow at his daughter, then sighed and shook his head, extending a hand to Peter to shake hands firmly. "I tell the children in the congregation to call me that," he explained sheepishly. "Zipporah finds this funny. A pleasure to meet you, Peter. Jacob will work, or Rabbi Levine, whatever you're comfortable with. How are you?"

"Sit down," Zippy threw in from the kitchen. "Tea's up in just a moment."

[half_whole_pw]

Peter shot a glare in Zippy's direction. So, she thought he was a child then? Great. To her father, he smiled and shrugged. "My dad's 'Father Dan' at Saint Barnabas, never really thought that was funny though."

He sat, feet on the floor though he'd have rather kicked them up onto the coffee table. Might have, if the rabbi weren't here. "I'm...good, Rabbi."

Good and a touch uneasy if his posture were anything to go by. "I ah...I guess I should say thank you for offering up your Sunday afternoon to talk to me. I appreciate it."

[zippyknowsbest]

Zippy's impulse had likelier been more to embarrass her father than Peter, but she would happily take whatever she could get. She hummed as she filled one plate with warm-from-the-oven sugar cookies.

For his part, Jacob merely smiled gently at Peter, blinking owlishly behind his glasses. He resumed his seat on the couch and set aside the book he'd been perusing. "My pleasure," he said with a shrug and a spread of his hands. "We're on this earth to help one another, aren't we? To minister, if you like... but then, Zipporah tells me you are studying to be a doctor, so you would know about that."

A slight leading inflection to the end of that statement, gently encouraging Peter to talk about that if he wanted to; Zippy snorted softly to herself as she listened, arranging one last cookie atop the pile. Sneaky old bastard.

"Cookies," she announced, returning to the living area and setting the plate down before them. "Partake. There's some fudge ones coming but they're still in the oven."