[It's all right, Natasha has that covered. She lets the delivery driver up and greets them at the door, returning after a short interactions with a bag full of takeout.
Whatever it is, it smells of herbs and spices and citrus—something like Greek food. It's a feature lost on Natasha since her sense of smell was damaged, but it's also warm in her hands.
She takes that as a good sign.]
Thank.
[Unpacking boxes onto the table.]
Getting food on these worlds is always a little bit of a guessing game, but I've had good luck so far.
[ It smells good. Transports him, weirdly, briefly back home - a place a few blocks from the Sanctum on a route he'll take to the deli when his legs need a longer stretch. Puts him in a better mood even than the wine. ]
This time too.
[ Opening up a container of something that isn't chicken but is, by the look of things, adjacent. ]
[ A chance to catch up, like they're old friends or colleagues having dinner and not strangers turned crewmates from either side of the veil given some odd post-humous opportunity to become -
... Mm. Okay. Maybe something like new friends, new colleagues. ]
Yeah. Wish I had more to fill you in on, but as we've already discussed...
[ Pathetic freeloader! A wry little sip of his wine here though before he sets it back down to start dishing some of the food in the box he's just opened onto both of their plates. He knows he's already pulled his weight to some extent on this mission. ]
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and greets them at the door, returning after a short interactions with a bag full of takeout.
Whatever it is, it smells of herbs and spices and citrus—something like Greek food. It's a feature lost on Natasha since her sense of smell was damaged, but it's also warm in her hands.
She takes that as a good sign.]
Thank.
[Unpacking boxes onto the table.]
Getting food on these worlds is always a little bit of a guessing game, but I've had good luck so far.
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This time too.
[ Opening up a container of something that isn't chicken but is, by the look of things, adjacent. ]
—Thanks for having me tonight.
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[Not that she really thinks it would have come to that, but she keeps it light, softening it when she adds:]
Besides, I haven't got to see that much of you. It's a chance to catch up.
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... Mm. Okay. Maybe something like new friends, new colleagues. ]
Yeah. Wish I had more to fill you in on, but as we've already discussed...
[ Pathetic freeloader! A wry little sip of his wine here though before he sets it back down to start dishing some of the food in the box he's just opened onto both of their plates. He knows he's already pulled his weight to some extent on this mission. ]
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Natasha doesn't exactly pretend it's not an awkward situation, so much as she pretends not to notice how awkward it is.
It's a minor but important distinction.]
The catching up doesn't have to be mission related.
[Does it?]
How are you settling in?