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WHO: Sally Blevins and Sam Guthrie
WHERE: the Institute's kitchen and then who knows
WHEN: today around lunch time
WARNINGS: derpyness and jello anxiety
SUMMARY: Sally tries to make Sam lunch. It doesn't go quite like she expected.
FORMAT: parajello

It was Mother's Day, and as much as Sally tried to ignore the day whenever it came around, she'd decided to make Sam a special lunch. She remembered how hard her first Mother's Day without her mom had been, and even if his mom hadn't actually died, she still wasn't present in the City to celebrate the holiday. So she'd made chicken salad sandwiches, potato salad, and a fruit salad from scratch. As soon as the jello was ready everything would be set.

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"It's okay," he assured. Lord, he hoped she didn't get too upset over this. "It was probably just an accident, or somethin'. Or...faulty jello."

Good Lord.

"I just wanted it to be perfect," she murmured. She really hoped she didn't start crying over this. "I swear the rest of the meal will be okay, Sam."

She wondered if she'd somehow messed up the potato salad. What if it didn't taste right, or the chicken salad...she didn't want him to get sick. "We could always just order pizza..."

"Ah'm sure the other stuff is fine, Sally," he insisted quickly. "Ah'm sure alla what you made will taste great."

Sally turned and looked at him. "If it's not I give up on cooking forever," she muttered, and kicked at the floor.

"Hey, c'mon," Sam whispered. "It was just jello!"

"Jello is the easiest thing to make in the world!" she pointed out, and crossed her arms. "And I messed it up! Are you really sure you want to trust me with things that are more complicated than adding water?"

"Jello is not the easiest," he countered. "Sally, seriously. It's okay! Ah'm sure everythin' else is great."

Please don't flip out at me D:

"You have entirely too much faith in me," she murmured, but uncrossed her arms. "So, lunch?"

She brushed her fingers against his hand. Well, he most likely wasn't thinking about anyone who had been ported out right now...

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He sighed, and put his hands on her shoulders. Seriously, Sally. He ate Rictor's chicken, he could eat whatever she threw in front of him.

"A' course," he said and kissed the top of her head. "Let's eat."

Sally stepped forward and hugged him tightly first.

"Can you grab us something to drink?"

She didn't want to see inside that fridge anytime soon. "I'll put the plates out."

Sam hugged her right back. "What do you want to drink, darlin'?"

"If we have lemonade, I'd like that," she told him, smiling. "Otherwise just water is fine with me."

She let him go and gathered the plates, humming to herself as she placed them on the kitchen table. "Here good for you or do you have somewhere else in mind?"

"That's good," he assured as he got out the lemonade and started pouring it into two glasses. "Thanks for makin' lunch, Sally."

"It wasn't a problem," she told him. It had only taken her six hours to fix everything. "I just...wanted to make sure at least part of your day today was good."

He put the lemonade in the fridge, then brought the glasses to the table. "Ah'm fine, Sally."

"Yeah, but there are better emotions than fine," she pointed out, and looked down at her plate. "...I kind of wanted to keep myself busy anyway."

She really hated this day.

He frowned and sat with her. "Are you okay?"

"I just don't like today all that much," she looked up and forced a smile. "But hey, I got to make stuff from scratch so there's that."

"Ah...Ah'm sorry." Sam spoke softly. "Ah imagine it wouldn't be all that easy for you."

"They say you get used to it, but you really don't," Sally murmured. "Eight years later and it's still just as raw sometimes. Other times it's not so bad."

She sipped her drink, and reached out a hand to touch his hand. "But I don't need to tell you that. You've lost people too."

"Everyone here has, Ah think," he forced a smile at her. "But if you're ever feelin' sad about your momma, you can talk to me. Ah lost mah daddy; Ah know how it feels."

"I know, Sam," she forced a smile back. "Do you have plans after lunch, or do you think we could just hang out? I think I'd like to tell you stories about my mom. You could tell me about your daddy if you wanted."

She really didn't want to be alone, not today, but she'd figure out something else if she needed to.

"Ah don't have to be nowhere else to be," he assured with a nod. "We can talk all day, if ya want."

She gave a small smile this time, though it was genuine. "Can we go to one of our rooms to talk after lunch?" Sally asked. "I really don't want just anyone able to listen, you know?"

"Sure," he agreed. "We can go to your room, if you want. Talk all afternoon."