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Nah, not with jasmine tea.

[Saul is kind of fussy, so the sugar turns out to be in a cabinet with similar foodstuffs despite the fact Steph tends to leave it out for her coffee. One day she'll actually remember where it lives.

At least she knows where the spoons are, so she grabs one for Peter while he searches]

[that at least makes it easy to find! peter dumps a heaping spoonful of sugar into his tea and gives it a stir. if she's left him the teabag he'll let it oversteep a bit, so it's strong and sweet.]

Jasmine, like the flowers? It smells nice.

Yeah, I'm not sure when I turned into someone who drinks tea, but it's not the worst fate.

[She generally prefers coffee still, but someimes it's nice to have something that isn't full of caffeine.

Sometimes.]

If they had honey around here it'd be pretty good. Drink coffee all the time and you'll burn a hole in your stomach, or at least that's what Lynda likes to tell me.

If that's true I'd probably be dead already, considering the amount of coffee I drink.

[it's a ridiculous amount of coffee]

Too much blood in your caffeine system?

What can I say?

[kanyeshrug

but more seriously:]

You boys still doing okay where you're set up?

Yeah, we're okay. We've got solar so there's heat and hot water, and a space heater on top of that from whoever went on missions. Plenty of blankets and stuff. And Tempest landed us approximately a fuckton of mammoth meat, so we're set for trading for a bit, and the folks who let us in are pretty stoked.

[even if they only run the heat when they're awake and the bathtub is in the kitchen because that's where the hot water is and their furniture at the moment consists of a mattress on the floor and a couch probably as old as either of them, peter's pretty satisfied with what they've set up, especially since their trading debts are pretty much paid.]

...speaking of which, want some mammoth meat?

[She's smiling at first, glad that they've settled in and are safe and warm, but the question gets a laugh.]

I can't say no to that, feeding four of us is pretty expensive, even if Ahiru's vegetarian. [It just means Steph and Saul have had to consider what they cook to make sure Ahiru's still getting plenty of protein.]

Three mammoths, Steph. Three.

[he shakes his head. talk about overkill.]

Finding places to store it all was an adventure. We're gonna have us a classy rug in a few weeks, though.

[which beats the hell out of bare floor.]

But yeah bring your own way to lug it home and I'll hook you up.

Who the fuck needs three mammoths?

[That is just ridiculously excessive.]

You should trade a bunch of it and go on a shopping spree or something. I can't imagine the two of you would need that much meat.

[Or, as he said, could store it.]

Will do; want anything in return, or is this an early Christmas present?

That's what I said and she just looked at me like I'm dumb.

[he shakes his head a bit. at least the entire city is an icebox.]

Paid rent and favors in mammoth, and yeah I'm working on trading some more of it for more cash-y shit that's easier to store.

[he considers this offer.]

You know what, bring me back some spices whenever you go on a mission again and we'll call it good.

[And Steph just shakes her head as well, laughing a little.]

I used to think it was excessive when Ellie would bring home an entire deer.

[And she nods for the bit about trading, glad that he'll have squared all his debts. She doesn't like owing people, and she can imagine Peter feeling similar.]

Spices it is. I'll even through some herbs in 'cause I'm nice like that.

[Stop being a little shit.]

[she's right, peter doesn't like owing people, and he's not too proud to take advantage of tempest's ridiculousness to cover his debts. he'd suggested she sell the extra first, so all's fair.]

A deer's sensible at least. Easy to freeze.

[he makes a face, reaches out and shoves her shoulder lightly.]

You're all heart, girl wonder.

Jim used to complain about us having to take his beer out of the fridge to fit it all in.

[She regrets the words as soon as they're out of her mouth, because she knows what her expression must be like right now, sad and a little wistful.

She misses them, she misses that, even if she's mostly happy where she is now. It feels like a lifetime ago, living in the Housing building with Ellie and Jim and Bones.

The shove draws her back to the present.]

You're lucky to have me as a friend.

[but she's clearly playing.]

Legit complaint. Warm beer sucks.

[peter sees it, and he lets it go. considering the things that have been going down, steph has every right to feel nostalgic, to miss when things were simpler.]

Sure am.

[he even says it in a tone that is hard to classify as joking or serious. call it a favor.]

Yeah, but he really didn't need like thirty bottles in there.

[Not that Jim was an alcoholic.

But Jim was an alcoholic.]

Feel free to show your appreciation with extravagant gifts.

[p l s]

That's when it's time for a second fridge for the beer.

[it doesn't even occur to peter that this is non-standard behavior. probably because he's living in the trailer inherited from his dead alcoholic uncle. and they sure do have a beer fridge out in the yard. also inherited.]

I'll go out and spend all my mammoth steak on you.

Nah, that was when we just kicked him out to find a bar and a lay.

[And hoped that he'd go to the person's place instead of bringing them back to the apartment, since awkward morning breakfasts sure where a thing.]

I should hope so. I like diamonds, for the record.

[the words a little more proper than she normally talks, but she can't hide her smile.]

That's another solution, sure.

[he shrugs, and then he laughs.]

Shit, don't we all? They're so shiny. Wouldn't jewelry from another man make your boyfriend jealous?

Probably, but it'd just be incentive for him to buy me more. You should see the stuff we got from Tiffanys.

[look okay shes's only human

and sometimes it's nice to be spoiled]

Ooh, fancy. Not that I'd have any idea what I was looking at, but I bet it's shiny.

[not quite true, but the extent of peter's expertise in jewelry is being able to tell what's costume from what's real, at least as far as metals and pearls go.

because there's no point in stealing costume jewelry.]

You'd look good in gold.

Shiny is one word for it. Expensive's another. I gotta admit it was kind of nice to just - pick what I liked without even thinking about the price tag.

[It's not something she's ever really done back home. Even after things got better, they were still primarly living on her mom's wages, and she never quite lost the mindset of penny pinching.

And Peter is one of the few people she's comfortable talking about that sorta thing with, because she knows he'll get it better than most people might.]

How'd you know that's what I picked?

[All three things she got where gold.]

Yeah, I bet. Lynda's talked like that sometimes, and she doesn't even wear fancy things.

[peter pulls one of the rings from his fingers. it's simple and silver, with a black cabochon stone (so much for werewolf mythology), and holds it up like he's pretending it's an earring. then he holds it near her hand so she can see.]

Because silver doesn't look quite right.

Fancy things are weird, even when you can afford 'em.

[She doesn't even have her ears pierced, and she only breaks out any other jewellery for special occasions. She's only worn one of the pieces they bought in Chicago, the other two just got safely tucked away with the rest of her stuff.

The demonstration makes her smile.]

It doesn't, does it? [weird] Not sure why that is.

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