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[Mel's in Mail's clothes, because her fingers were still bandaged when she got dressed, but they aren't now. It was impossible to cook with the damn band-aids on. She continues to crave rare, rare, almost bloody hamburger, but she's an inexperienced cook at best, so she hasn't gotten one the way she wants it yet. She's been at it for a little while, and there's a plate with several burgers (or pieces of burgers; hers don't seem to hold together like they should) ranging from medium-well-done to barely still rare on the counter beside the stove where she's working. She starts to lift the currently-cooking patty with the spatula, and it falls apart in the pan too.]

Oh, for the love of fuck.

Date: 2008-10-17 01:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[Mail, as usual, goes looking for Mel when she's been gone for too long. When he spots her in the kitchen, he wants to glare and scold, but seeing her trying to cook gets a laugh from him, and he gives her a peck on the cheek before shooing her away from the stove.] Next time you take off your bandages, I'm dipping your fingers in rubbing alcohol. [He scowls just a little, but the threat isn't serious.] Scooch and I'll cook you something.

Date: 2008-10-17 01:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*Mel makes a face and puts out her tongue.* I only took 'em off so I wouldn't contaminate my burgers. But... they're kinda crappy burgers.

*She gives him a peck too before stepping aside.*
I want a super-super rare one. Like, "just run the cow by the fire" rare.

Date: 2008-10-17 01:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You should have told me, then. Go clean your hands and put them back on. [Male authority, whut?]

Rare, huh? I can do that. [Wrinkling his nose, he throws out her work in progress and washes the pan, setting it aside before going to get the necessary ingredients.]

Date: 2008-10-17 01:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
All right, all right. *She's tired enough to do it without grumbling too much.*

What did I do wrong? Other than... everything?

Date: 2008-10-17 01:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
For starters, you forgot almost all the ingredients. [As he says it, he's pulling out the necessities and a mixing bowl.]

Date: 2008-10-17 01:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*She finishes washing her hands, wraps the bandaids around her fingers again, and goes over behind Mail, putting her arms loosely about his waist and peeking around him to watch what he's doing.*

Oh. It's not so much that I forgot them... *She laughs a little.*

Date: 2008-10-17 01:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[He smiles over his shoulder at her, and after he gets everything into the bowl, he washes his hands before beginning to mash it with his own hands.] You didn't?

Date: 2008-10-17 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I didn't know what else went in there, other than meat.

*She especially takes note of the egg.*
That would explain the lack of structural integrity mine have.

Date: 2008-10-17 02:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
There's a recipe book right there- [He points to it.]

What, you thought a hamburger was just ground meat?

Date: 2008-10-17 02:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
...Maybe. Hush. *Amused, though.* It didn't seem like it should be so complicated.

Date: 2008-10-17 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
[He laughs and gives her a quick peck on the cheek, making individual patties and setting them in the pan, and then on the burner.] You wanted it rare, you said?

Date: 2008-10-17 02:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yes, please. *She moves to stand beside him, watching.* Heh, I was doing them one at a time.

Date: 2008-10-17 02:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
There's enough room in the pan for three. [He prods them with the spatula before grabbing the garlic powder and giving them each just a bit.]

Date: 2008-10-17 02:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well, yeah, but I had to watch 'em every second. Tricky little bastards.

*The garlic seems unsually pungent, and she steps a little away.*

Date: 2008-10-17 03:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Tricky, huh?

[He finishes up hers and deposits two rare burger patties on a plate, rummaging for the buns.] Anything on it? Cheese, lettuce...?

Date: 2008-10-17 03:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
They wouldn't hold together right, they wouldn't cook right... Yours look yummy.

Just the meat, I think. Thanks, love.

Date: 2008-10-17 04:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You forgot the egg. [He snickers.] Glad they look good.

Alright. [He offers her the plate, and resumes making his own burger.]

Date: 2008-10-17 04:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*She considers the buns, but leaves them off, grabbing a fork and just digging in. The garlic makes her wrinkle her nose for a moment, but the meat is perfect, exactly what she wanted.*

Mmm, this is great. Maybe I have a vitamin deficiency or something. I don't usually crave shit like this.

Date: 2008-10-17 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Maybe you should see a doctor if your cravings are 'that' odd. [It's obvious where his mind is going with this.]

Date: 2008-10-17 04:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*She laughs.* It's not that. Probably just, y'know, I haven't been sleeping right, haven't been hungry. My system's just out of whack.

Date: 2008-10-17 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Mel. I hate to say it, but even the pill isn't 100%. And your symptoms are... very similar.

Date: 2008-10-17 04:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*She stops demolishing the burgers and stares at him, rather alarmed.*
I... think I'd know. Besides, I'm not even late.

Date: 2008-10-17 04:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Not many people do know, Mel. I know you don't want to hear this, but it is always a possibility.

Date: 2008-10-17 04:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*Worried now.*
Well. We don't have any way of knowing for sure, do we?

Date: 2008-10-17 04:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm sure I can ask the medicine cabinet for a test. Or if that's not possible, I could talk with the assistant.

Date: 2008-10-17 04:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*That makes her think of her last window in the futures room, and she's really unhappy now.*

No. Mail, don't go anywhere near that bitch. Especially not for something that'll take two weeks, tops, to be sure about on our own.

Date: 2008-10-17 05:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Okay, Mel. I won't. [He gives her a quick kiss to the forehead, reassuring.]

Date: 2008-10-17 05:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*She looks up at him seriously.*

Really, liebling, if anyone's gonna deal with her, it'll be me.

Date: 2008-10-17 05:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
No, Mel. If I can't deal with her, you can't, either.

Date: 2008-10-17 05:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Then neither of us will. You saw her in my window. That's not going to happen.

Date: 2008-10-17 05:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Right. *She nods, and goes back to her burgers.*

I found a couple of books I'd missed in the library. I'll get to work on the spell again tonight.

Date: 2008-10-17 05:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
We'll get to work. And I have a hypothesis for use of the runic devices.

Date: 2008-10-17 05:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
If you want to sleep, I don't mind.

Oh, Mihael said he used charcoal in a travel spell. That seems worth a try.

Date: 2008-10-17 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
No. We'll do it together.

I'm looking into some aspects of alchemy, actually.

Date: 2008-10-17 05:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*She takes her now-empty plate over to the sink, and hugs Mail.* All right.

Really? What do you have so far?

Date: 2008-10-17 05:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Use an idea for the basic sigil. I figure if we use one, activate it, and have a connecting sigil upon us it will link to make sure no one is left behind or in a world they're not suppose to be.

Date: 2008-10-17 05:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*She nods.*

That's brilliant, sweetie. Does it mean more tattoos? I've gotten better at healing spells, look. *She pulls the bandage off the finger she bit; it's completely healed.*

Date: 2008-10-17 06:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
No. Just drawing it upon us, with charcoal, should suffice. [He gives a little glare with a frown, still not approving her nailbiting.]

Date: 2008-10-17 06:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Good. *She knows he didn't much like the first one.*

*She catches the glare.* I'll put my gloves on later. That'll help more than the band-aids.

Date: 2008-10-17 04:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
We ought to just coat your nails in wasabi.

Date: 2008-10-17 11:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
If it's edible, I will lick it off. *She sighs, she doesn't like admitting she's that compelled by the habit.*

The gloves'll work. Mihael said he used to chew his nails too, and he wore gloves to stop.

Date: 2008-10-18 12:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Even if it has the capacity to burn your tongue?

Alright, if you say so.

Date: 2008-10-18 07:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yeah, probably. You know me: stubborn. *She shrugs, trying to laugh it off.*


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