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[wisecracked]

WHO: Kenzi and Gilbo
WHERE: Gil's place
WHEN: Backdated to 9/13; Eveningish?
WARNINGS: Kenzi's mouth? Gil's depressive attitude?
SUMMARY: Gil baked too many scones and Kenzi likes scones.
FORMAT: Quick

[She had a few hours after the call from Gil to do whatever so she did just that. Whatever. Mostly lazing around until she figured he would be home then she changed, pulled her hair back and headed off to his place for scones. She wonders if she should stop and pick up something to drink along the way, maybe some chocolate milk or something (hey it goes great with scones) but decides against it. He usually has tea and that's good enough.

Sometime around six she shows up and knocks on the door.] Old Man Gil, open up. [She can't help messing with him.]

Comments

[invoking]

I'm not —

[ Comes the muffled protest of Gil from behind the door. It grows louder, as do his footsteps, heavy and rushed, getting closer to the door. It swings open and he regards Kenzi with mild annoyance and a flushed face. ]

— an old man!

[wisecracked]

[Kenzi isn't the least bit surprised by the protesting. So when the door opens she simply stands there with a grin.]

You text like one. [She sticks her tongue out before moving to enter.]

[invoking]

[ He allows her to do so, shutting the door behind her and locking it before motioning for her not to track any dirt into the apartment as he cleaned it. ]

Texts are meant to be readable.

[wisecracked]

[She slips out of her jacket, hanging it up before looking down at her shoes then back up at him.] I flew here, there's barely a scuff on these shoes. [The one thing she loves about her telekinesis in this place, she rarely damages her shoes. Of course, that also means they don't get broken in as fast.]

And no, texts are meant to be a quick form of communication.

[invoking]

That's not "quick" at all.

[ He huffs indignantly and points her toward the dining area. ]

Do you want coffee or tea?

[wisecracked]

How's it not quick? You're typing out fewer letters.

[She mulls it over as he moves in the direction he pointed.] Coffee sounds good.

[invoking]

It's illegible! [ He shoots quietly before turning toward the kitchen. ] You can have yourself a seat and I'll brew a pot.

[wisecracked]

Not if you learn it! [It's not that hard, Gil, geez!

She takes a seat and watches him as he moves to make coffee.] So did you just, like, get into a baking frenzy or something?

[invoking]

Ah...

[ She's always quick to catch onto his strange behavior, isn't she? He grabs the empty pot and the can of coffee powder, pouring some into the filter before setting the machine up and waiting for it to brew. ]

Something like that. I started making a few, but I realized I had too much flour and salt and I didn't want to waste it, so I baked as much as I could with what I had.

In the end, I still had too many scones that were going to go to waste.