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Oh no, no. Not that one.

[Ellie steals a larger cube of the cheese from Riley's fingers, popping it in her own mouth with a grin.]

Your girl, huh?

Maybe.

[She grins at her then takes another piece of cheese for herself. It does help that she's used to calling Ellie her girl so it's easy to be confident about that.]

I cut the cheese for you and this is what you do?

[Totally giggling at saying she cut the cheese.]

Not that one either.

[Ellie grabs her hand this time, plucks it away and starts laughing before she can eat it.]

Real fucking mature. Hey, let's see if I can get it in your mouth.

[She lifts the little cube like she's about to toss it.]

[She is so down for that. Opening her mouth wide and staying still to let Ellie throw it at her.

Ellie is totally going to be teased to death if she fails.]

[Annnd she sinks it!

Only to realize that she's burning the omelet.]

Ohfuck-

[She chews on the piece and looks over at the omelet.]

Whoops. That's a burn.

See, this is what fucking happens when you let me cook.

[Ellie rolls her eyes and scrapes it up, glancing at the burned bit.]

Eh, still edible. Give me a plate, would ya?

Got it.

[She hands it over and even grabs a couple forks.]

Oh...fuck. I got an idea. Get that out and the stove off. Then sit down with your mouth open.

This is either gonna end up stupid or awesome.

[Ellie flicks off the stove, and flops down at the kitchen table, opening her mouth wide, questioningly. She's trying not to laugh.]

[There's still some cheese left so Riley decides to use it to have target practice. How? She lifts it with her mind to toss it at Ellie's mouth.

The first one misses. Oops.

She tries again.

SUCCESS!]

Yes! I win!

[Jackson is all too happy to pounce on the cheese on the floor, and Ellie laughs until Riley gets it in, chewing happily.]

You don't win, you missed one.

Whatever. I am still awesome.

[Flopping down in the chair next to her, she takes the first bite for herself. Burned or not, still delicious.]

Not bad. I'll give it a...seven.

[Ellie slides the salt and pepper shakers at her. A huge rarity in the zones. A staple, here.]

Try these. Kick it up a notch.

[She adds a little bit of both to part of it then takes another bite.]

Wooooooah. This is awesome.

At least an eight like that.

[Ellie grins and stuffs her mouth with omelet. Maybe they can put the girl in a modern city, but she still eats like she's in the QZ.]

If you don't burn it next time I'll see about giving it a nine.

[With two hungry girls shoveling food into their mouths, there is no way that omelet can last and soon Riley is leaning back rubbing her full stomach.]

I'm gonna get fat here. It's official.

Pffft. Fine, I'll take that.

[Ellie kisses her fingertips, leaning back in her chair too, muffling a little burp.]

S'okay. I'll roll you around everywhere with me.

[Riley throws her hands into the air in triumph.]

Yes! I can be fat and never walk again!

I'll get you one of those little red wagons or something.

[SO DUMB.]

Oh man, that would be awesome. Do you remember pictures of kids way back when who got to have their parents pull them around everywhere? Fucking amazing.

[The things they latch onto.]

Did you ever have one?

[They tend to stay away from questions like this -- talking about the past. But every so often, Ellie asks.]

[Riley shuts down pretty quickly. Mainly because talking about her parents makes her...really uncomfortable. After all, her last memories of them are less than pleasant and she still remembers how warm her dad's blood was. What her mom's face looked like after...]

Nah. I remember seeing a picture of one once though and thinking it was neat and there were tears and shit because I couldn't have one.

[At least she's being honest about this one. She might not be smiling or joking around but she's at least shared something.]

[Ellie goes quiet too, rubbing her arms. She feels guilty, never likes that look in Riley's eyes.]

... hey. If you don't want me to, I won't ask about it.

[She looks down at the plate. It's not that she doesn't want to share this with Ellie. It's not that at all. Mostly this is just...really hard for her. While she believes Ellie's seen a lot of shit it's just so different when you have to kill your own father after he's ripped apart your mother.

It's...so different.]

Nah. You can ask.

[She lets out a sigh and shifts in her chair.]

You're my girl now, right? I guess it means you should be able to ask this stuff.

I don't think that's what that means.

[But it makes her smile, like it does every time Riley refers to her as "her girl".]

... but you can ask whatever you want, too. I don't think we have a whole lot of secrets anyway.

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