xp_logs | Jake and Lorna in the kitchen

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The two more nefarious kitchen dwellers run into each other. Lorna accuses Jake of trying to eat everything in sight. Jake makes her a sandwich.

One day he was going to run out of sandwich ideas. That day was not today. Jake regarded his selections with satisfaction. There was the ham, the chicken, the pesto, the olives and the red chili. He petted the fresh baked olive bread happily. "This will be great," he said aloud.

"I'm dying to see how you get your mouth around that. I've gotta believe it involves shifting." Lorna said from the doorway, leaning against the frame and watching him with a raised eyebrow. "Are you trying to eat me out of house and home or is that just a great side benefit?"

"Not really. I just get hungry a lot." He glanced over at her, putting the olive bread down. "And bored. Which is, uh, why you're out of paprika. And mozzarella. And possibly cinnamon sticks, unless you're hiding them somewhere."

Lorna swung herself into the kitchen and over to a chair, flopping down and setting aside the crutches. "If there aren't any in the top rightmost cabinet, then yes, we're out down here and I'm not giving up my own personal stash. Put them on the grocery list." She eyed the sandwich then Jake. "Dani tells me our grocery bills have undergone a noticeable increase since you showed up again. How exactly do you feed yourself in the wild?"

Jake grinned big. "I clean out the hotel kitchens. You're just lucky enough to have me here exclusively." He looked her over with concern. "Are you getting better?" He was proud that he didn't add, so you can make me that delicious creme brulee of yours?

"Cast comes off this week or next." Lorna replied, "And then it's lots of physical therapy. Yay. Do you want to trade mutations? Because this healing thing totally sucks. It takes ages to make anything." She gave him a pleading look, "Even a simple sandwich is super tough unless I cheat and wiggle my nose at the knives."

"That's horrible!" Jake was this close to going over and hugging her. Chefs weren't supposed to suffer like this (unless they were bad chefs, in which case they should roast slowly on spits in hell). "Do you want one of these? Maybe two? They won't be as good as you could make them, I'm sure, but they will be edible."

Lorna smiled in satisfaction. "I'd love a sandwich. Not that..." she moved her hands vaguely, "tall. And just one is more than enough. That and a banana will suit me fine." She figured anyone who ate as much as Jake probably didn't do a bad job of slapping together a sandwich.

"Right, you can't shift," Jake nodded, turning back to the sandwich assembling. "What do you do when you can't cook, then?" he asked conversationally, mind on his task. Possibly it needed a bit of salad to really set it off...

" Alex has been really good about stealing me meals. I turn over the mansion cooking to my team of crack chefs in training and just cadge meals from them." She grinned. "And I go slowly mad wondering what they're doing to my kitchen while I'm not there."

"Yes, because there are still ways left he can make my life more like one of the circles of hell?" Jake said wryly. He paused. "Okay, I just thought of a couple. I´ll be good, I swear. Do you want lots of chili or only a little?"

"Huh? Oh, now might be a good time for me to ask what all is in that." Lorna shifted to peer at the ingredients. "Hmm, just a little and no ham, thanks." She smiled at him, "I have faith in Remy to avenge my kitchen very well."

"Considering what he does when he's just being his ordinary, rabidly psychotic self, I'd say so, yes."

Lorna rolled her eyes, "He's just teasing. Am I the only person here who doesn't think he's just some crazed killer?"

Jake came over with the sandwiches, sitting down across from her. He arched his eyebrows at her. "Uh, yes? On account of that being what he is?"

"It’s not all he is." She frowned and studied the sandwich he gave her. "Its not like we live in some weird world where we all live out little clichéd roles."

"What kind of world do you live in?" Jake blinked. After a moment, he shrugged. "All right, he's less creepy now than he used to be, for some reason. Still dead annoying, though."

"The one where Remy's my friend and I don't like it when people cast my friends as crazy mustache twirling villains instead of giving them a chance. I'd trust Remy with my life and that's really easy to do because I already owe it to him." Lorna rolled her shoulders, trying to lessen the vehemence her voice. "Anyway he's better than people want to believe. Even him."

"Possibly," Jake said, turning to his sandwich. Lorna was a great cook, but she had some very strange ideas. A change in topic was needed quickly, because he had a feeling that if it continued on this track, they'd end up shouting at each other. Over Remy of all
people.

Lorna took a bite of her sandwich to avoid saying something else. She had to admit that she was probably much more upset about this than Remy would be. He'd probably agree with Jake, after all. Which is why she was so irritated. "So…you came back to get a solid meal and got roped into staying or they bribed you back with the promise of cookies?" she asked after a time.

Apparently there was no escaping Remy in this conversation. He really had to pay him back at some point. "Sort of the latter. Remy hauled me in to do Intel work, seeing as Wisdom has eloped to hang with the seriously rich people with too much time on their
hands." Jake thought back. "He didn't mention cookies. He said something about cohibas, though, so I'll forgive him that over sight."

She grimaced at the mention of Pete. That whole thing was seriously unsettling news even if she was hoping he'd take his new job as an opportunity to rid the club of other members of its royalty. "Hmm, lung cancer or cookies. You know, that's a tough call. I might have been swayed too." She attempted to keep her voice light and joking. She mostly succeeded.

Jake gave her an amused look. "I don't get sick." He frowned briefly. "Although Dr. Grey convinced me that I should get a medical file anyway." This was a good sandwich, but perhaps he'd gone a little overboard with the chili. Something to drink was needed.

"You people with physical mutations that keep you healthy suck. I just want you to know that." Lorna grumped good-naturedly. Her sandwich was quite good so she wasn't going to complain too much. "Jean is rabid about having proper records. You were smart to just give in."

"Well, she bribed me with cookies," he admitted sheepishly. He got up to poke around for ice tea in the fridge. "Do you want anything? You said something about a banana, right?"

"Yeah, if there's any left." She snickered, "You're so easy. I could totally have my own pet Jake if I wanted, couldn't I? Just keep you in eclairs."

"I'll neither confirm or deny that at this point in time," Jake said, grinning. He returned to the table with ice tea and a banana he handed over to Lorna.

Accepting the banana with a gracious nod, she smirked at him, "One day I'm going to need a favor and show up with a key lime pie in hand. You won't be able to resist the power of the dark side."

"...I'll live in fear for that day."