Sam & Mel | Dinner
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xp_logsBackdated Mel is stressed. Her and Sam make dinner.
To say Mel was feeling stressed was an understatement. The approaching Christmas season meant her job was especially busy, and that paired with the looming arrival of her siblings meant she was in a mood.
There were good things, of course, but they were overshadowed. Mel typed urgently on her phone as she swept through the halls towards her suite, trying to coordinate with one of their growers on a delivery. “How hard is it to read an email? I already told ‘em all this,” she muttered under her breath.
Not particularly paying attention to where she was going, her phone clattered to the ground as she bumped into something solid.
Sam tried to contain his laugh but amusement still showed in his voice.
“We have got to stop meetin’ like this Mellie.” He teased.
Mel winced, stepping to the side to grab her phone. “Heh, yeah. Sorry ‘bout that Sam.”
Sam frowned. "Hey, hey, I was just tryin' to be funny. Are you alright? You look dead on yer feet."
“M’fine, it’s jus’,” she made an exasperated motion towards her phone. “fuckin’ poinsettias.” As if that perfectly explained all her current problems. Mel speedily finished off her message and hit send pointedly, before tucking the device into her purse. “I oughta go make dinner, but, um, good seein’ ya.”
Sam nodded as if he understood (he did not). "I mean... if ya got a moment we could run out and grab food together...or we could cook together? Misery loves company an' all, might be nice?"
Internally Mel was shaking her head no, but she wanted to seem okay and chill and not somewhat avoiding Sam, so she forced a smile and said, “Sure. I was jus’ gonna heat up some leftovers, but we could make somethin’ if you’d like.”
"Sure, my suite or yers?" Sam offered what he hoped was an encouraging smile.
“Ummmm.” She tried to think of what was in the fridge. Between her and Paige they were not on top of grocery shopping. “Yers, if that’s alright? Not sure we got much stocked up at the moment.”
"Yeah that's fine." Sam said, ushering her into the suite with an affectionate arm over her shoulders. "In the mood fer anythin' specific?"
“Warm, maybe? It’s been shit weather.” Though she wouldn’t admit it, Mel melted a little under Sam’s hold. She’d missed him. “M’good with anythin’ really though.”
"Yeah, why don't we see what I got. Maybe some chicken and vegetables? Y'want potatoes roasted or smashed?" He asked quietly, noting how she relaxed when he hugged her- so he pulled her closer as they walked through the door.
“Ummmmmm.” Choice seemed daunting in the moment. “That sounds good, yeah.”
"You sure yer alright, Mellie?" Sam asked softly. "I know I know, pot meet kettle, but you know yer allowed to take a break right?"
“I know I know I know. There’s jus’ a lot goin’ on right now. Ma boss is lookin’ t’hire up and I gotta be on top of things fer that. And other things. So many other things.” She put on her best smile. “But I’ll be fine. Cookin’, yeah?”
“Yeah…..”Sam said awkwardly. “Work’s been hell for me too. Let’s get to fixin’ somethin’ fer you to eat.”
Mel dropped her bag by the door and moseyed over to the suite's fridge, trying to be helpful. As she was poking around she asked "So, how's things been with Clint?" Partly to have a better topic and partly because she was nosey.
"He was gone about three weeks, which sucked major ass." Sam grumbled. "But otherwise good. Things're good. He's good at makin' me laugh, y'know?"
Setting some things out on the counter, Mel hummed. “Mmm, yeah. He’s good fer ya like that. M’glad y'all found each other.” She could already feel a weight slipping off her shoulders getting to talk about something that wasn’t work. “I hope the others aren’t still givin’ ya a rough time about him.”
“They’re lightenin’ up. Think Paige is mostly stoppin’ on account of not wanting me to make fun of her oh so obvious thing fer her ‘just a friend.’” He teased. “You must be bout sick of that situation by now.”
Mel groaned. “I’m just stayin’ outta it at this point. Ain’t my job t’deal with those idiots.”
Sam laughed, hard enough his shoulders shook. "You'n'me both. But apparently I'm now her 'expert' to turn to for boy problems."
“Good lord… Suppose ya got a better track record than me on these things though.”
"Ain't like she listens to me anyhow, don' know why she bothers askin." Sam grinned. "If you peel the taters I can get some warter on the boil for 'em? And we can roast whatever vegetable you pulled out and I can cook the chicken?"
“‘Course, sounds good.”
To say Mel was feeling stressed was an understatement. The approaching Christmas season meant her job was especially busy, and that paired with the looming arrival of her siblings meant she was in a mood.
There were good things, of course, but they were overshadowed. Mel typed urgently on her phone as she swept through the halls towards her suite, trying to coordinate with one of their growers on a delivery. “How hard is it to read an email? I already told ‘em all this,” she muttered under her breath.
Not particularly paying attention to where she was going, her phone clattered to the ground as she bumped into something solid.
Sam tried to contain his laugh but amusement still showed in his voice.
“We have got to stop meetin’ like this Mellie.” He teased.
Mel winced, stepping to the side to grab her phone. “Heh, yeah. Sorry ‘bout that Sam.”
Sam frowned. "Hey, hey, I was just tryin' to be funny. Are you alright? You look dead on yer feet."
“M’fine, it’s jus’,” she made an exasperated motion towards her phone. “fuckin’ poinsettias.” As if that perfectly explained all her current problems. Mel speedily finished off her message and hit send pointedly, before tucking the device into her purse. “I oughta go make dinner, but, um, good seein’ ya.”
Sam nodded as if he understood (he did not). "I mean... if ya got a moment we could run out and grab food together...or we could cook together? Misery loves company an' all, might be nice?"
Internally Mel was shaking her head no, but she wanted to seem okay and chill and not somewhat avoiding Sam, so she forced a smile and said, “Sure. I was jus’ gonna heat up some leftovers, but we could make somethin’ if you’d like.”
"Sure, my suite or yers?" Sam offered what he hoped was an encouraging smile.
“Ummmm.” She tried to think of what was in the fridge. Between her and Paige they were not on top of grocery shopping. “Yers, if that’s alright? Not sure we got much stocked up at the moment.”
"Yeah that's fine." Sam said, ushering her into the suite with an affectionate arm over her shoulders. "In the mood fer anythin' specific?"
“Warm, maybe? It’s been shit weather.” Though she wouldn’t admit it, Mel melted a little under Sam’s hold. She’d missed him. “M’good with anythin’ really though.”
"Yeah, why don't we see what I got. Maybe some chicken and vegetables? Y'want potatoes roasted or smashed?" He asked quietly, noting how she relaxed when he hugged her- so he pulled her closer as they walked through the door.
“Ummmmmm.” Choice seemed daunting in the moment. “That sounds good, yeah.”
"You sure yer alright, Mellie?" Sam asked softly. "I know I know, pot meet kettle, but you know yer allowed to take a break right?"
“I know I know I know. There’s jus’ a lot goin’ on right now. Ma boss is lookin’ t’hire up and I gotta be on top of things fer that. And other things. So many other things.” She put on her best smile. “But I’ll be fine. Cookin’, yeah?”
“Yeah…..”Sam said awkwardly. “Work’s been hell for me too. Let’s get to fixin’ somethin’ fer you to eat.”
Mel dropped her bag by the door and moseyed over to the suite's fridge, trying to be helpful. As she was poking around she asked "So, how's things been with Clint?" Partly to have a better topic and partly because she was nosey.
"He was gone about three weeks, which sucked major ass." Sam grumbled. "But otherwise good. Things're good. He's good at makin' me laugh, y'know?"
Setting some things out on the counter, Mel hummed. “Mmm, yeah. He’s good fer ya like that. M’glad y'all found each other.” She could already feel a weight slipping off her shoulders getting to talk about something that wasn’t work. “I hope the others aren’t still givin’ ya a rough time about him.”
“They’re lightenin’ up. Think Paige is mostly stoppin’ on account of not wanting me to make fun of her oh so obvious thing fer her ‘just a friend.’” He teased. “You must be bout sick of that situation by now.”
Mel groaned. “I’m just stayin’ outta it at this point. Ain’t my job t’deal with those idiots.”
Sam laughed, hard enough his shoulders shook. "You'n'me both. But apparently I'm now her 'expert' to turn to for boy problems."
“Good lord… Suppose ya got a better track record than me on these things though.”
"Ain't like she listens to me anyhow, don' know why she bothers askin." Sam grinned. "If you peel the taters I can get some warter on the boil for 'em? And we can roast whatever vegetable you pulled out and I can cook the chicken?"
“‘Course, sounds good.”
