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WHO:

batmantled
WHERE: A park near the grocery store!
WHEN: Monday afternoon
WARNINGS: None thus far.
SUMMARY: Andromeda attempts to bring out the mothering instincts in Dick.
FORMAT: Prose to start.

Andromeda had been mildly surprised to find that Dick had messaged her wanting to meet today; she'd met him briefly dropping off the banana bread for the two of them when he and Damian had moved into their new home, but they hadn't spoken for too long.

Evidently she'd made an impression, and not a negative one; she'd gone into work early this morning so she could leave early as well in order to meet Dick. She wasn't one-hundred percent sure what exactly she was going to help him with, but the vibe that she'd gotten was that she was going to give him some advice on meal-planning. That was just fine with her -- there had been a time when she'd been a young newlywed with almost no abilities to grocery shop, nevermind make her own food.

She still wasn't an exceptional cook, but she was good enough to at least make a few basic things to feed a family. She stepped into the park and dropped down onto the nearest bench, keeping her eye out for Dick while she nursed a coffee. She'd brought one for him as well if he was interested.

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"...Anchovies," It's the first thing that comes to mind. "...But I'm sure you're busy. I mean, you don't have to-" make an effort is what he wants to say.

Andromeda notes this mentally. Not something she cooks with often anyway, really.

"Not too busy to take five minutes and look for something. Besides, I've got a bad habit of making too much of something that tastes mediocre but is relatively nutritious and then pawning it off on other people. I'm sure my daughter is getting sick of banana bread and Shepherd's pie." And she wants Damian to be well-fed, damnit.

"Not like it isn't good banana bread," in case she needs the encouragement. Tonks he's only met once, but she seems a little like the type. He eyes her a sideways finally, hesitating before he speaks again.

"...Maybe let me pay you back somehow."

Banana bread is one of the few things she's actually sure that she's good at, but the sentiment is appreciated. She's not sure what the look is for until he speaks.

She raises her eyebrow at him, head tilted to the side slightly. "Pay me back? What did you have in mind, exactly?" She's still an ambitious Slytherin still; she's not adverse to being compensated for her efforts.

He hides a small smirk, ducking his head a little before he glances back in her direction. A little cautiously: "...You throw a good punch?"

That gets him a blink.

"Not a terribly good one, no." She's really only ever hit a few people in her life with actual fists, since magic spells were more the trend in school and beyond.

If he's going to offer her self-defense skills, well. That might actually be useful in this place -- a little more subtle than magic, at least.

"Well, I'm not, uh. All that good. But if you wanted a refresher..." And cue small, self-deprecating shrug.

"-I could be your guy."

"I never say no to a refresher in anything." Or at least -- anything that might give her an advantage in a given situation.

She smiles just a little teasingly. "As long as you promise to go easy on an old lady."

"Funny I don't forsee that being an issue." But she gets a grin anyway as he stands up.

"...Likewise too. With the cooking."

"You'll say that right up until I break a hip."

Okay, so she knows that won't happen - but she's also pretty sure that she isn't up to par for fighting with someone who's as in shape as she assumes someone with Dick's body must be (not that she's paying much attention to that -- just a little, maybe).