had to have high hopes for a living —

[evite]

WHO: cassian andor (evasives), daisy johnson (evite), illya kuryakin (kgbs), & jyn erso (realists)
WHERE: the barbie dream house
WHEN: approximately october 31ish
WHAT: dinner? a movie? bickering? they're children.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: rated pg-13 for inappropriate language.

Comments

[realists]

[ 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. ]

[evite]

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. ]

[evasives]

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.

[kgbs]

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?

[realists]

[ 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.

[evite]

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?? ]

[evasives]

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. ]

[realists]

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.

[kgbs]

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. ]

[realists]

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

[evite]

[ daisy specifically doesn't read into the ice thing (because she's not paying that much attention) but she does obnoxiously lean into cassian's personal space by peering over his shoulder, reaching out with greedy fingers clutched around a fork to spear an in-progress potato out of the pot and pop it into her mouth.

a huffed exhale betrays the heat he's imparted, but there's no complaint in it. just ... woof, that's a spicy meat-a-ball. (potato. whatever.) ]

S'good, [ once she manages to swallow ] Any hotter and you'd want milk.

[evasives]

[ he doesn't outwardly stiffen, mostly because he's good at hiding that sort of thing, but. ugh! people in his space!! whomst are not jyn! ]

We will have bread if you really need it. [ said with the air of 'why would you need it tho' because as far as cassian is concerned these potatoes are mild! ]

[ he will slowly build up all their tolerances and have them eating like champs. ]

[kgbs]

[ illya peers over at where daisy's nearly hanging off cassian and shakes his head. if cassian didn't want that, he probably should have chosen to live elsewhere. ]

Don't use all the spice, please. Save some for another meal.

[ don't burn their tongues off, cassian, that's not nice. ]

How much longer do you need? Should I start putting food on plates or just get everyone out of here to leave you to it?

[evite]

Is there a spice shortage?

[ if there is, it's probably because of cassian dumping the entire nation's supply into this one potato dish. ]

We're not sheep, okay. We can hear you. [ she's leaving! the kitchen! mostly to go flop into a chair at the table, beers handed off and settled, so that she can read through the future equivalent of reddit in peace. ] So ungrateful for good company, jeez.