Rahne & Wade | Sunday Afternoon

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Wade and Rahne meet in the kitchen.


Rahne was in the kitchen. Again. But this time, she just couldn't find anything that interested her enough to eat. So she was standing in front of the fridge, staring in, and muttering under her breath about starving to death in a kitchen full of food and maybe she should just be grateful that there was plenty of food even if she didn't want any of it.

"Bugger," she muttered and then glanced around, worried someone had heard her.

Wade came into the kitchen through the door to the smoker's porch, shaking his jacket out as he did. It was drizzling out. Such was the joy of winter in upstate New York. It wasn't his first. It wouldn't be his last. But he was going to demolish a couple steaks. He paused, though, catching sight of the waiflike girl standing at the fridge. "Hello, small person."

"Oh! Um, hello." She'd heard him coming once he'd hit the porch and while the scent was familiar in the 'someone who lives here' way, Rahne hadn't met him yet. She gave him a tiny wave as she closed the door to the fridge. "I'm Rahne," she offered, trying not to actively sniff but his scent was so weird.

Her stomach rumbled in response.

Wade pulled his jacket off and hung it over the back of a chair to let it dry a little, eyes narrowing as he looked at her. "You have any of those weird food things? Like how Kyle can't eat chocolate?"

The instantaneous sulky look on her face told the full story. "Aye," she muttered, kicking at the fridge with the toe of her sneaker. "Stupid powers. Oh aye, I can turn into a great big wolf and smell that ye smell like ..." Rahne sniffed. "Metal and ... tacos? But nay chocolate ever again. Or nay any real chocolate."

She glanced at him. "Careb tastes like boot leather."

"I've heard," Wade said, nodding. "But anything else? Cause your stomach's all rumbling and I'm in the mood for a steak. A big one..." Then her words finally snagged in his brain and he looked down at his arm. "Wait, I smell like tacos? I haven't had tacos for at least three days..."

Rahned nodded. "Aye, I was hungry before but then ye came in smelling like tacos and now I'm really hungry." She sniffed again and gave him a sheepish grin. "Does it help to know that it's really old smelling tacos? But ye definitely smell like tacos. And a lot of metal. Blargh."

"I work with cars," Wade said, waving away the metal part. It was better than explaining that he played with knives and guns in his spare time, at least. "But you know what with means, right? It means that tacos have literally become a part of my essence. I'm part taco now."

She giggled behind her hands. "Is that part of yer power if ye have one? Yer like, Taco Lad?"

"I legitimately have no idea if the healing factor would do something like that," Wade said with a grin. "But given how weird it is, I wouldn't put it past it. You have anything against steak, or are you looking for something in particular food-wise?"

"Steak sounds lovely. I don't have a ... a personal hatred of steak. But ..." Rahne threw her arms wide. "It's nay Scottish enough! We have enough biscuits and tea tide over an army but nothing I'm really craving! Nay a banger or a haggis or a pasty to be seen. Ye Americans have the best junk food but I'm missing home a bit..."

Wade tipped his head to the side a bit and considered the tiny Scottish girl. "Okay, so I might know a place." That was sort of a fib. He definitely knew a place. Then a thought occurred to him and he tilted his head the other way. "Let me make a suggestion." Raising both hands to either side of him, he pretended to be a set of scales as he said, "Haggis," and then wiggled the other hand up and down a bit as he said, "Tacos." Bringing his hands together, he finished, "Haggis tacos."

"..." Rahne's mouth open and then closed as she worked it through in her head. Once it clicked, really clicked and made sense, she exploded into action. The umbrella she'd been using earlier was still next to the door so she ran over and scooped it up before running back to Wade. She grabbed his arm and shook it excitedly, too caught up to remember that shaking adults was generally frowned upon.

"Can we go now? Like, right now? Right, right, right now? Please, please, pleeaaaasse?" she said, bouncing on her toes and very nearly her skin, too.

Laughing a little despite himself, Wade said, "Yeah. Let me get hold of my ladybird. I think she'll want in on this. We'll meet her out front and go from there. It's in the city, though. So it'll be a bit of a drive."

Rahne's enthusiasm suddenly waned a little. "Do ye have a big car?" she asked quietly. "I ... I haven't been to the city yet since I got here. I haven't been changing into a wolf as much randomly but ..." She bit her lip and seemed to shrink a little into herself. "I want to go but I'm afraid something will happen. Also, is yer friend really a bird? Does she turn into a bird, is that her power?"

"Nah, Marie-Ange's power is to make pictures and drawings come to 3D life. Also, sort of seeing the future, but she draws that, too. That's how she sees things. Or does art. That kind of stuff," Wade said. He pondered the first part of Rahne's statement. "So, I've got a big car, if that'll make you comfortable. What is it that makes you change?"

Making art come to life sounded ... nice. Relaxing. Rahne felt slightly jealous but squashed it. "Dunno," she said, trying not to sound sulky. "Stress. Being scared. Being mad. Sneezing. It's better," she rushed to say, really wanting to go. "I still can't turn it on and off, aye, but it's happening less randomly."

Her nose scrunched up. "Except for the sneezing."

"Well, we can keep you from getting upset and stressed, so that's not a problem. So far as sneezing... well. Let me make a phone call. I'll do that before I snag Marie-Ange. I think we can fix it so even if you do wolf out, it won't make a scene," Wade said, already pulling his phone out of his pocket. He knew Highlands had at least one private room. He could reserve it easily enough, so if something happened, no one would see it.

It was really clear from the expression on her face that Rahne didn't quite believe him but, thankfully, her stomach and homesickness were winning the war. "I'm going to need a snack for the road!" she exclaimed while he was on the phone and went to raid the fridge.