[ donna's already reaching into her messenger bag by then, and quickly finds a pen for him to use. she plunks her bag onto the seat in front of the carriage and pulls it from the row, of course now taking the time to try and think of any other stragglers in mind. she's sure there isn't, they spent so much time talking through meal plans that it's hardly possible, but. they also talked about eggs, too, so who knows. ]
We talked about breakfast, but I think we got a little caught up in the waffle vs. pancake discussion. Omelettes, though, with spinach and feta? [ she kisses the tips of her fingers ] You can show me some of those cooking skills. And I- [ she pauses to take a look around once they step through the sliding door entrance, very quickly deciding that they'll go left and work their way back. their list might be organized, but that doesn't mean she knows where any of the stuff is. ah. it's fine. they're not in a rush. ] I'll be the most supportive cheerleader and taste-tester that you've ever had in the kitchen.
[ she knows that's probably not true - that if he learned from alfred there was probably no shortage of support, or constructive criticism. still. she likes the idea of learning from dick, even if she'd never admit it, and trying things that would be new for both of them. new foods. new intensely healthy smoothies that she doesn't hate nearly as much as she pretends to. they've got any appliance they could possibly need, so really it's just a matter of what recipes they can find on google.
it also depends on if donna can find the damn diary section. which reminds her- ]
We really should be starting with dry and canned things, and then working our way to fresh food - meat, dairy, frozen - so we don't have cold food sitting in our cart? But fuck it, let's start here. [ the meat department. it's fine. it's not like they'll be here that long. hopefully. ] Alright, what's up first?
[ he accepts the pen without looking up, eyes narrowing just a little as he focuses on scrawling eggs without punching straight through the paper on accident. luckily, he's working with thick, expensive paper with his initials beautifully illuminated at the top; bruce had left reams of it at the tower as a surprise gift for when they got there. donna had teased him about it mercilessly.
without missing a beat, he says, ]
Everyone knows waffles are just bargain bin pancakes.
[ and shoots her a grin as he drops the pen back into her bag, keeping the list in hand for a reference. ]
I know you will, [ he says sweetly, one of those rare moments completely free of bullshit that only seem to happen around donna. ] Besides, do you even have stoves on the island? Impressing you isn't going to be hard.
[ ...and then he immediately ruins the moment. anyway. he shrugs at her assessment of where they should've started, looking back at the list. ]
Bacon, because someone said she'd die if we went one more day without. And, uh, some hamburger meat.
[ there's a "they are not" on the tip of her tongue, but they just had this discussion, and she's so not going to get into it again. especially out in public. so instead he just gets a look. the look that lets him know there will be a continued discussion about the subject, but later. because- ]
Excuse you.
[ they do have stoves on the island, thank you very much, and he knows that. so that little wounded look doesn't last long, and instead she ends up pursing her lips as she looks over the different sections of the department. she gestures at the case with ground beef ( and turkey, and chicken ), leaving the mission of finding bacon up to her. and yes, once she does, she's going to grab three packages because it's her life and she's going to live it the way she wants to. and that is with an abundance of bacon. ]
I'd appreciate it if you didn't announce my mortal weaknesses in the middle of a crowded supermarket, thank you very much. [ said in quiet tones, very hush hush. ] And don't even think about switching to ground turkey, I won't let you taint my bacon cheeseburgers that way.
[ she has Needs, okay, and those needs include red meat. and bacon. and a best friend that supports those needs. ]
[ well, donna makes step one easy enough. he grabs a couple of packages of ground beef, unsure how many they'll really need. four? is four a good number? and he's, of course, grabbed the all-organic stuff, from cows that weren't fed any hormones or GMOs or whatever, because that's what alfred buys, probably.
he laughs when she returns, though, puts his hands up as if in surrender. ]
I can't believe you think I'd do that. [ switching to ground turkey, announcing her kryptonite. even though he basically did do the latter. ] Has anyone ever told you that you have a problem?
[ her jaw drops, and it's only like, half feigned offense. the other half is actual offense. ] This coming from the guy who tried to feed me cauliflower crust pizza the other day, like I wouldn't notice.
[ after she takes in the fact that that's.. a lot of ground beef ( it's fine, they'll use it. probably. ), he's getting a look, but at least it's amused this time ]
I'm asking if you like them. We could make a few dozen using the sixty pounds of chop meat you just grabbed. And still have enough left over for burgers.
[ her eyes brighten, but she manages not to laugh at her own joke, yes. hyperbole is always funny. ]
It was good! You thought it was good, before I told you what it was.
[ is this true??? maybe it's true!!! he's gonna say so anyway. ]
Oh, yeah, Alfred makes 'em sometimes. Stuffed mushrooms, too. [ and lobster...but he is not up for trying to cook lobster on his own, much as he likes it. anYWAY, looking from donna back to the packages of beef. ] That's not sixty pounds, and you grabbed way more bacon.
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We talked about breakfast, but I think we got a little caught up in the waffle vs. pancake discussion. Omelettes, though, with spinach and feta? [ she kisses the tips of her fingers ] You can show me some of those cooking skills. And I- [ she pauses to take a look around once they step through the sliding door entrance, very quickly deciding that they'll go left and work their way back. their list might be organized, but that doesn't mean she knows where any of the stuff is. ah. it's fine. they're not in a rush. ] I'll be the most supportive cheerleader and taste-tester that you've ever had in the kitchen.
[ she knows that's probably not true - that if he learned from alfred there was probably no shortage of support, or constructive criticism. still. she likes the idea of learning from dick, even if she'd never admit it, and trying things that would be new for both of them. new foods. new intensely healthy smoothies that she doesn't hate nearly as much as she pretends to. they've got any appliance they could possibly need, so really it's just a matter of what recipes they can find on google.
it also depends on if donna can find the damn diary section. which reminds her- ]
We really should be starting with dry and canned things, and then working our way to fresh food - meat, dairy, frozen - so we don't have cold food sitting in our cart? But fuck it, let's start here. [ the meat department. it's fine. it's not like they'll be here that long. hopefully. ] Alright, what's up first?
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without missing a beat, he says, ]
Everyone knows waffles are just bargain bin pancakes.
[ and shoots her a grin as he drops the pen back into her bag, keeping the list in hand for a reference. ]
I know you will, [ he says sweetly, one of those rare moments completely free of bullshit that only seem to happen around donna. ] Besides, do you even have stoves on the island? Impressing you isn't going to be hard.
[ ...and then he immediately ruins the moment. anyway. he shrugs at her assessment of where they should've started, looking back at the list. ]
Bacon, because someone said she'd die if we went one more day without. And, uh, some hamburger meat.
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Excuse you.
[ they do have stoves on the island, thank you very much, and he knows that. so that little wounded look doesn't last long, and instead she ends up pursing her lips as she looks over the different sections of the department. she gestures at the case with ground beef ( and turkey, and chicken ), leaving the mission of finding bacon up to her. and yes, once she does, she's going to grab three packages because it's her life and she's going to live it the way she wants to. and that is with an abundance of bacon. ]
I'd appreciate it if you didn't announce my mortal weaknesses in the middle of a crowded supermarket, thank you very much. [ said in quiet tones, very hush hush. ] And don't even think about switching to ground turkey, I won't let you taint my bacon cheeseburgers that way.
[ she has Needs, okay, and those needs include red meat. and bacon. and a best friend that supports those needs. ]
-- How do you feel about stuffed peppers?
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he laughs when she returns, though, puts his hands up as if in surrender. ]
I can't believe you think I'd do that. [ switching to ground turkey, announcing her kryptonite. even though he basically did do the latter. ] Has anyone ever told you that you have a problem?
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What is there to feel about stuffed peppers?
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[ after she takes in the fact that that's.. a lot of ground beef ( it's fine, they'll use it. probably. ), he's getting a look, but at least it's amused this time ]
I'm asking if you like them. We could make a few dozen using the sixty pounds of chop meat you just grabbed. And still have enough left over for burgers.
[ her eyes brighten, but she manages not to laugh at her own joke, yes. hyperbole is always funny. ]
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[ is this true??? maybe it's true!!! he's gonna say so anyway. ]
Oh, yeah, Alfred makes 'em sometimes. Stuffed mushrooms, too. [ and lobster...but he is not up for trying to cook lobster on his own, much as he likes it. anYWAY, looking from donna back to the packages of beef. ] That's not sixty pounds, and you grabbed way more bacon.