Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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Roy's stuff was all packed up, ready for him to head out tomorrow. He'd found a cheap apartment in a crappy part of New York, and he had a job lined up working at an outpatient rehab clinic. Heading group therapy. He still wasn't sure why they thought he was the man for the job, considering some days he still didn't feel all that recovered himself, and he probably would stay in it exactly until he found something else, but...maybe he could help some people, you know? And he needed the money for rent.

In the meantime, he had one last thing he had to do before he left town: make chili. He'd been wanting it, and...well, it was always funny when someone tasted it for the first time, so he hoped some unsuspecting kid would drop by. Even superheroes have their evil streaks.

((Last post for Roy in Fandom, woe!))

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"A very attractive Satan?" Kenzi offered, nibbling on the chili very carefully. "Who cooks a mean chili, credit where it's due. In teeny tiny doses."

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"I would say add dairy but I'm not sure dairy can be added in big enough doses," Roy admitted. "Would it help if I took my shirt off?" Look, he was easy.

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"Yes."

Like she was turning that down? C'mon, last time she was the nude one. Nom nom nom chili! Roy and chili!

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"Okay," Roy said, and took his shirt off.

If Kenzi needed a moment that was understandable.

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Shhhh. You have to take a moment to appreciate art.

"...how many crunches do you do every morning?"

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"A lot," Roy admitted. "And I'm an archer." Hence the shoulders. And the arms.

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"You're preeeetty," Kenzi told him, then grinned. "And a chef!" Some lucky girl, someday, would get to appreciate all those things.

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Yes, and her name was Lian, although she cared less about the 'pretty' and more about the 'able to climb on Daddy like a jungle gym.' "Ha, well, I can make chili and, you know, pasta and stuff, that's about it. I won't starve, at least. And I don't have to worry about anyone else stealing my food." Because it was horrifying.

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"Do you hold them off with the power of your abs?" Kenzi wondered, then grinned. "And hey, that's better than a lot of guys." Kenzi could make soup, and pasta, and about the same level. Stealing other people's food was easier.

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"More like the power of my Scoville units," Roy said with a shrug. It made his torso do interesting things.

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Kenzi paused in appreciation, and regretted he hadn't been shirtless while saving her... but that really *would* have been like a bad porno.

"The what now?" she asked, distracted.

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"They measure how hot peppers are," Roy explained helpfully. "Like, a bell pepper has zero Scoville units. This chili has many many of 'em."

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So, Roy Harper Hot? Heh. "How many manys of nuclear radiation did you expose me to, cowboy?"

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"This is completely radiation-free chili, Raccoon Girl," he assured her.

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"We'll see," Kenzi said darkly. "If I mutate back into a nocturnal rodent, I'm breaking into your room." To take pictures!

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"You gonna come all the way to New York to do it, or are you planning on getting furry tonight?" Roy joked.

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"Depends on how fast-acting your chili is," Kenzi said. Then paused.

Yes, that sounded quite dirty in her head. She chortled.

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"...no, I'm going to be a gentleman and not go there," Roy decided. For once.