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2nd Floor Common Room [Sunday, Evening]

After a good long lie-in, of the kind Kate never usually had, she'd called it a day off and made pie. Apple pie. It was a little known fact, that she left little known. Baking just didn't work for her badass image in the way that hitting things and glaring at people did.

But, spending her afternoon on that meant that this evening, she got to stretch out on the couch and eat pie. It was worth showing some domesticity.

Yes, she could have just pulled some bread out of the cupboards or microwaved something wrapped in plastic, but after a lifetime without processed food, she still found it... well, kind of disgusting. There were some things that were just better for being made from scratch.

It looked terrible, but tasted damn good, and went well enough with checking out what passed for entertainment. So far, still convinced the answer was 'nothing good'. The answer might change if she ever found anything that wasn't reality TV or a trashy talk show.

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"Some people are dumb," Kate returned. "You're eating just the same amount pie first, or pie after." She may or may not actually eat something savoury later, but the point was the same.

"If you repress the urge to tell me it looks like someone tried to bury a body under the top, I'll let you have some," she offered after a moment.

"Hm. What kind is it?" Sam wondered, giving it another look. "Blood and kidney?"

That was...kind of a joke because, well, he remembered their last conversation.

Kate snorted, and poked at another piece with her fork. "Please. That would be a waste." See, she remembered their last conversation too, and curled a little smirk.

"Apple." Way nicer than blood and kidney.

Sam took a few sips of his water and slouched down, getting comfortable. "You make it yourself or pull it out of a box and heat it up?"

"Scared I'm going to give you food poisoning?" she asked, looking a little amused. She was fairly certain boxed pie was a little more aesthetic than her attempts.

"Why'd you make that assumption?" Sam wondered, raising an eyebrow. "What if it was just an innocent curious question?"

"You don't seem the innocent type," Kate told him. He had eyes, he could've hazarded a solid guess of his own easily enough.

She nodded, spearing a piece of apple. "Yes, I made it."

"Thanks but I'm not hungry," Sam said which would have been his answer the entire time. "I didn't take you for a cook. Find time to do that between burning things and conjuring stuff back home?"

"I did have to eat." There wasn't quite the same array of easy-cook food back home. "Life isn't all magic and fire." Although sometimes, it felt a little like it.

"... And if I didn't figure it out, it was going to be borscht and taters for the rest of time."

"Yum," Sam said, all sarcasm. He smiled over his bottle of water before taking a few sips. "So, what's your favorite thing to cook? Lumpy pie?"

"I like eating the lumpy pie," Kate corrected. "The cooking is just part of the road to getting it in my stomach." There were many things she preferred to the actual cooking. "It seemed like as good a thing as any to waste my Sunday on."

"You were the one dropped out to flip burgers, right? I should probably be asking you that."

Sam shrugged and finished up his water. "I don't know if you could actually call what I did cooking. We dropped meat onto a deep fryer and watched it turn brown. My burgers were never lumpy though."

"Hey now, only I'm allowed to mock my pie." It was a new rule. Kate had some pride in her pie, thank you.

"I like the lumps." Making things neat and pretty wasn't really in her nature, and probably never would be. "... At least it's not burnt."

"So, what are the lumps?" Sam asked, amused. "Extra apples? Or some special ingredient that only you know about and share? Isn't that what all gourmet cooks do?"

Kate rolled her eyes. "It's just apples, that decided gravity didn't agree with them." It seemed to be a thing with any pie that she made. "The repeated smacking of them with a spatula didn't help at all."

Snickering, Sam tucked an arm behind his head and sighed. "You're not gonna set the plate on fire when you're done, are you? There might be some spit in there. Bodily fluid, right?"

He couldn't help teasing about that whole thing, he just couldn't. He was a smartass.

"It's not the same," she maintained. It kind of was? But no one went after spit in quite the same way. He still wasn't going to make her feel weird about her secrecy-preserving habits.

"Besides. I don't burn everything. Clothes are expensive." If she got blood on them, they got washed. "So are plates."

"You'll be happy to know that I tossed my gauze and no one came to cut off my head," Sam replied, smirking. "Feel any better now? No magic, no demons, no monsters under the bed. I think we're good."

"That doesn't prove me wrong." It was still a good idea, and something she would do until the day Roland finally found her. "It's what I do, and it's what I'll keep doing." She shrugged. "Even here."

"What can I say? I'm paranoid."

"It doesn't make you wrong but it doesn't make me wrong either," Sam pointed out, shrugging. "Guess neither of us were wrong the other day so all assumptions were off base. If it helps, I don't plan on shredding my elbows like that. Sometimes, crap just happens and skateboarding's dangerous. Dislocated my shoulder back home."

Plus, you know, the back thing.

Yeah, he'd been wandering around shirtless. The back thing had been silently noted. Kate had enough of her own scars not to question other people too hard on theirs.

"I can hardly talk when it comes to dangerous hobbies." She'd lost enough blood over the years. At some point, she had to have missed some. "Was whatever you did at least worth it?" Some injuries were.

"When I busted up my shoulder?" Sam asked, thinking back. He remembered Ramon daring him to do something and stupidly taking that dare. "Probably not. It was a dare, it was something I haven't done before and I had an old board. Not worth it. My mom was pissed."

Kate's lips bent in a small smile. "Grounded for a week?" she guessed, mostly out of what she'd seen on TV. "Or did she figure the pain was deterrent enough?"

"She didn't really do discipline like that," Sam replied, shrugging. "She was just pissed and told me to be more careful next time. And if I didn't really necessarily listen to her, oh well."

He shrugged lazily. "You get grounded where you're from? Summon a demon to the wrong place and grounded for a month?"

"I never summoned anything," she told him. "That was your assumption." Though that would've got her into some sort of trouble had she tried it.

"Voron mostly yelled." Kate shrugged. "Or tried to turn his punishment into some kind of training."

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