[ he won't give her ragged, he's doing alright thanks very much, but he will make a concession: ] Running on close to empty.
[ empty enough that the smell is, he imagines, even better than it otherwise would be. his poor neglected stomach's giving warbles of approval anyway, a gargling he can't even be bothered to appear embarrassed over at this point in the day.
so he follows that knifepoint and takes a pew, watching the fire crackle at the meat that's making his mouth water. ]
But at least we can say dinner's the only lives lost today.
[ close to empty isn't ragged, but it isn't exactly energetic either, and dutch doesn't try to hide a knowing smile at the rumbling of his stomach or the admission. ]
And those lives were lost quickly and painlessly.
[ she pulls one of the legs from the fire, cutting off two thick slabs of meat. ] Have at it.
Thanks. [ an honest to god smile, easy and grateful - nothing settles the soul like food. no space for table manners, John dives straight in with fingers and a hearty chomp... and groans out appreciation. polite enough, at least, to swallow before he speaks. ] God, that's good.
Do you need a moment alone with that? [ dutch's tone is thoroughly amused, though not mocking because of it, her grin tinged with warmth.
he isn't anything like pawter. that's both a good thing, and it isn't. dutch never liked pawter, but johnny loved her and she saved johnny's life. dutch knows what it's like to be orbiting johnny, even if her relationship with him is nothing but platonic. it made her understand at least some of pawter better. ]
[ a snicker. alright, alright. the answer is probably actually yes, if he's fully honest, but he'll try and contain himself and his appreciation of his meal. ]
I thought chefs were supposed to enjoy appreciative eaters.
[ but the next chomp is somewhat more sophisticated and not accompanied by sound effects. ]
Or you're just really hungry and anything would taste amazing.
[ but yeah, she does all right putting things over a fire. it's not rocket science, exactly, is it? ]
Managing just fine. It's not my first crash landing, you know. [ she barely even got scrapes in the crash, though that's more luck and a freakishly strong guy with just one arm catching her pod before it landed. else she'd be in worse shape. ]
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[ empty enough that the smell is, he imagines, even better than it otherwise would be. his poor neglected stomach's giving warbles of approval anyway, a gargling he can't even be bothered to appear embarrassed over at this point in the day.
so he follows that knifepoint and takes a pew, watching the fire crackle at the meat that's making his mouth water. ]
But at least we can say dinner's the only lives lost today.
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And those lives were lost quickly and painlessly.
[ she pulls one of the legs from the fire, cutting off two thick slabs of meat. ] Have at it.
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he isn't anything like pawter. that's both a good thing, and it isn't. dutch never liked pawter, but johnny loved her and she saved johnny's life. dutch knows what it's like to be orbiting johnny, even if her relationship with him is nothing but platonic. it made her understand at least some of pawter better. ]
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I thought chefs were supposed to enjoy appreciative eaters.
[ but the next chomp is somewhat more sophisticated and not accompanied by sound effects. ]
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[ honestly? she doesn't mind, but not minding doesn't mean that she won't tease. ]
But I'm not much of a chef.
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[ right okay come on John, head back out of your stomach for thirty seconds ]
You've been alright, then? Since surviving an unholy plummet from space and pre- feeding the starving doctors?
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[ but yeah, she does all right putting things over a fire. it's not rocket science, exactly, is it? ]
Managing just fine. It's not my first crash landing, you know. [ she barely even got scrapes in the crash, though that's more luck and a freakishly strong guy with just one arm catching her pod before it landed. else she'd be in worse shape. ]