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[wearingthestars]

Hey, how's everyone doing with the snow/cold?

If anyone needs some warmer clothes let me know. We've got enough to worry about without adding frostbite to the list.

Everyone do their best to stay safe.

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[wearingthestars]

I can come meet you at the station, walk you back here? Tommy's off with Kyle right now. Or if you want somewhere more out of the way we can go to one of your old spots?

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[sinistral]

Whichever you prefer. You will probably be more comfortable in your own surroundings. I don't mind.

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[wearingthestars]

Help me out then and give me at least one food you'd especially like, and I'll see what magic I can work before meeting you, kay? No 'whatever you prefer'ing.

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[sinistral]

What do you usually eat?

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[wearingthestars]

Cheat.

Sometimes whatever Tommy makes at the Diner. Sometimes I try to actual cook, which...still hasn't worked out well for me. I can cook eggs pretty consistently. Or I magic up comfort foods. Stuff my dad would've made, or stuff I would've ordered in with my friends. You know.

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[sinistral]

Research.

My meals consist mostly of making sure I can meet the needs of my metabolism and activity levels. But I enjoy fruits as a special thing. Berries, or plums. Sometimes pomegranate. Or kiwi.

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[wearingthestars]

Fair.

I can do fruit. Anything else? If we were playing the last meal game is fruit all you'd want?

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[sinistral]

That is too much choice.

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[wearingthestars]

I'll surprise you then. Maybe someday we establish the foods you don't like and work backwards from there? Sometimes that's easier?

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[sinistral]

Food is fuel. I don't view it as much more than that.

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[wearingthestars]

Then I guess you won't mind my bad cooking.

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[sinistral]

And here I thought you mostly relied on magic food.

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[wearingthestars]

I do. But it becomes a bit like a snake eating it's own tail after a while if I do it too much.

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[sinistral]

Then don't waste your energy on me. You don't need to impress me.

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[wearingthestars]

I'll save the energy for the push ups.

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[sinistral]

I expect good ones.

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[wearingthestars]

My very best.

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[sinistral]

I'm holding you to that.

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[wearingthestars]

Scout's honour. ...Not that I was ever a scout.

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[sinistral]

Avenger honor?

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[wearingthestars]

Ha, Avenger's honour :) Still feels weird.

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[sinistral]

Weird good?

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[wearingthestars]

Weird good. Little weird scary- I definitely picture Avengers as like...adult? Which I don't feel like a lot of the time.

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[sinistral]

I consider you an adult. I don't know if that helps or not.

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[wearingthestars]

It does, actually. I know you aren't the same as anyone from back home, but that version of you was always someone I looked up to. So far you edge him out though. :)