meadowlarklogs | had to have high hopes for a living

[ he looks at jyn for a second, maybe two, spares a fleeting thought to how she could probably kick his ass, then promptly ignores it. ]

I do not know. [ there, it's better than a blanket no statement. he genuinely has no awareness of his type because he has no awareness of feelings. ]

I'll take that as a no then.

[ that's to daisy, there. because he is not going to get in the middle of whatever is happening with jyn and cassian.

except... ]

How can you not know? Have you never thought about it in regards to certain people? [ he doesn't even mean jyn but even he'd thought about certain women in that way before eventually finding someone that both suited him and could kick his ass.

it was a good type, all right. ]

Wars don't leave a lot of time for dating.

[ in space, at least.

in europe war is like prime time to become a war bride and then subsequently a war widow.

is jyn now defending cassian not having a type? who knows! but it's true! only skywalkers get romances in space. and no reasonable gynecological services! ]

[ he gets huffy, even if he's hiding it well with his Calm and Still demeanor. he knows there's a lot of normalcy he missed out on, and he doesn't like how it's somehow become the focus of the conversation. ]

I do not date. [ now leave him alone!! that's his answer, neatly following up on jyn's comment. he's gravitated towards people but never stuck around long enough to figure out the patterns. he didn't want to. ] I was more concerned about keeping myself alive.

[ and that went splendidly! ]

Neither do I.

[ yeah, look how that turned out, cassian. now he was apparently married in some people's eyes. ]

I wish you the best of luck sticking to that.

[ because while this place wasn't safe by any stretch of the imagination, it was steady. he wasn't moving from one place to another and he wasn't being sent into service every single day. he'd been allowed to live a life. ]

[ eye rolls from here to timbuktu. for men who claimed they had no emotions and didn't date, at least one of them clearly misjudged themselves. and considering illya and cassian were basically the same person sporting different accents, daisy was pretty sure the other would fall in line sooner rather than later.

after all, body language never lies!! ]

This isn't a war, for the record.

[ and then, like they're discussing the weather, she gets up to come take a look at the pot where things are simmering. ]

We should make dinner more often.

[ and by "we" she means "you" ]

The UNA might disagree.

[ u g h. ]

Since you're here now, you can stir.

[ he doesn't give her a chance to run away before he presses a ladle into her hands and walks away. stir your dinner. ]

Do you not want to date, Cassian? [ was that the issue? ]

[ drops every single eave on the ground, does not budge. because she's not interested in his answer obviously. and she isn't dumb enough to go into the kitchen to be roped into cooking!!

anyway bless illya kuryakin. ]

[ the pause in diction is barely long enough to signal a comma, and so for the briefest of moments, daisy misunderstands. ]

No? [ the wooden spoon is thwacked against the side of the pot in protest. ] Why would I —

[ oh. ]

Answer the question, Cassian.

[ this is all stupid!!! STUPID!!! he's so uncomfortable, though fortunately he is a Professional Spy, so there's no clear sign of that, save the stiff line in his shoulders. ]

[ it's like a mission! clearly he cannot date if he's still pulling this shit like he's in a war. ]

Not an open war, no, but it does not mean there is no undercurrent. [ latches onto the UNA. he's not about to dump any of the pity party reasons he doesn't want to date, never has. ] What does it matter? We are cooking, not on a date.

[ hashtag journalname. ]

[ well.

standing up, jyn moves into the kitchen but only to scoop up the dishes to set the table. she can contribute to the dinner making process even if she doesn't contribute to the actual cooking. ]

Isn't every meal Illya and Daisy have together technically a date?

No.

[ because they'd eaten popcorn and potato chips for dinner in bed a few times and while that was nice and cozy, illya doesn't really think it was a date. it was just...a happy side effect of living together. ]

I ask her on dates when I want that to happen. Or she asks me. I have time to both go on dates and to ready myself to kill the next UNA soldier that I see.

[ multi faceted. ]

[ multifaceted or maybe just obsessed. but she doesn't argue the point, just rolls her eyes a little. ]

I mean, in theory, this could be a double date.

[ she's so helpful. ]

So you do have time, Cassian, if that's the big problem.

[ no there are INFINITY problems!! as practical as illya is being!! ]

[ he stiffens a little when jyn comes in and finds himself hesitant to look over at her. maybe it's because jyn would probably be able to tell he's frustrated!! maybe because daisy said it could be a double date!! ]

I am not interested in being set up, if that is what you are angling for.

I am sure Dennys will be so unhappy to hear that.

[ calm down there, cassian. illya smirks the slightest bit before taking the ladle back from daisy so he could begin plating the food.

time to slide neatly out of a conversation about dating and go back to something he is rather good at: cooking. the other adults could talk about dating and setting cassian up and whatever else they wanted to. ]

[ this seems like cutlery type of food -- jyn will happily eat everything with her hands, but she knows that is not always a thing. so forks and spoons (??) and knives are set on the table in case people want to use them before she becomes even more helpful and brings the bowls to illya for even easier plating. ]

Looks good.

[ gonna eat pluck a piece of cheese right out of the pot and pop it into her mouth. ]

Why would I bother to set you up?

[ your person with good body language and bed sharing habits is already here in this apartment, cassian, she has no reason to divert to something as cheesy as blind dates. daisy will just continue to smile knowingly every time jyn falls asleep on your shoulder -- in much the same way prompto had smiled knowingly at her every time she'd denied feeling anything remotely emotional towards a certain tall russian man.

things really do come full circle! ]

We can do this again, though.

[ dinner, or an alternative. whatever. ]

I only tell Dennys things he wants to hear. [ come on illya, how are you not with this program yet. ]

[ but all the food and cooking talk and set up happening again gives him the perfect excuse to just... completely ignore what daisy says. it's great. there are potatoes to be made, and he is going to fry them with spices!! not enough to kill his housemates, but he's irritated enough to give them more of a kick than he usually would. ]

[ he starts on that mealtime project neatly. the potatoes have already been pealed because he is fucking prepared. ]

I am volunteering you both to wash the dishes. [ the ladies, obviously. ] Especially if we do this again.

That seems like a fair idea.

[ the dishes thing. they'd done the cooking, the LADIES could wash the dishes. he does not want to bring dennys back up. they'd already beaten that conversation to death though he knows this company could bring it right back to life.

he steps closer to cassian to eye the potatoes but says nothing. if he notices the spices, he keeps it to himself. ]

Are we drinking wine or water?

[ guys

there is a dishwasher for sure.

jyn rolls her eyes because if that is meant to be a punishment they are incorrect. ]

Once I saw a man open a bottle of wine with a sword. [ and then they couldn't drink the wine bc it was full of glass so we can see where jyn's low estimation of men comes from. ] I'll grab a beer.

I'll do the dishes.

[ by putting them in the fucking dishwasher, GENTLEMEN. daisy nudges said dishwasher with her hip before turning towards the fridge, where a six pack of beer has been neatly put away into a handy little nook at the bottom of the door. she grabs two — one for her, one for jyn — before leaving the kitchen. the gentlemen can fend for themselves and their gross wine preferences.

actually, she doesn't hate wine, but beer is better. easier. ]

Wouldn't the bottle just shatter?

[ why bother?? ]

I will just have water. [ he's too tense to let himself drink any alcohol, which maybe should be the reason he does have a beer or a glass of wine. but no thanks! he's fine. ]

[ he just puts all his attention on these potatoes, because even if he's making them a little spicier he still wants them to taste good. they already smell delicious, and he likes channeling his gross feelings into an outlet like aggressively frying food. ]

The top did, they couldn't drink it.

[ since daisy has the beer situation covered, she grabs a glass to fill with ice and water for cassian since he is busy with the food still and ice water is still a treat. which is really sad honestly. ]

Wine for you, Illya? I won't open it with a sword.

Water's fine.

[ he doesn't know if he trusts jyn to not open it with a sword. but, he is not really in the mood to drink either so water it is. ]

Save the wine for a different occasion.

[ none of you bitches better mention dennys. ]

[ another glass for illya but with 1/3 less ice. don't read into it! ]

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