Sallie Abigail Reynolds (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
realmrsreynolds) wrote2014-01-21 02:01 pm
realmrsreynolds) wrote2014-01-21 02:01 pm
Some time later...
Sallie was up earlier than usual this morning, more out of some ague of restlessness rather than actual concern or unease. The kitchens seemed like a good place to spend the morning - she hasn't made bread in a while, and it'll be nice to get her hands in something a little less complicated than her thoughts have been of late.
If you stop by around lunch, there'll be whole grain loafs out of the oven.
If you stop by around lunch, there'll be whole grain loafs out of the oven.
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"Gah! My eyes!"
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"There should be a warning. Some donut shops do that, you know. Put a light in the window to let you know that they're baking."
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Truth!
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Sort of.
Kind of.
If you squint.
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"How was the workout?"
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"Well the Lake is still there. And it's still huge. And I still hate running for the sake of running. So...good, I guess."
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Behind her somewhere, a timer goes off. "Ooh! Got to get that one -- "
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Seriously Mike, who doesn't fear much, has the fear of X-23 strongly instilled in him.
He moves out of her way by jumping back to sit on one of the counter tops.
The rest of his beverage is dealt with, and his face mopped up with the hem of his shirt.
"Those wouldn't happen to be cinnamon rolls, would they?"
A guy can hope.
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If she has such a list, X has not supplied it to Sallie. Though she really should.
"Just dinner rolls. Still good with marmalade and such if you want one."
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Consider that bluff called!
"Dinner rolls huh? What we need is some baked garlic and olive oil, is what we need."
Mike hops down from his perch and rummages in search of such a thing.
It's in his searching that something begins to itch him in the back of his mind.
Something about the appetizer of fresh bread, baked garlic and olive oil...
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Sallie picks up the itch, but doesn't know how to ask about something Mike himself's not sure of. She busies herself getting a small bowl for Mike's concoction instead.
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Behind it though, is a grinding thought process milling the connection between the itch and the food he's craving. Slowly something takes shape.
It's a red and white check background. Almost like a table cloth.
"You know, I don't know that I've ever heard it called Garlic Teeth before."
April. Bringing home left overs. From yet another guy she foolishly thought that Mike and his brothers wouldn't torment. HA. Foolish woman. How quickly she forgets about "The Twist."
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Sallie picks up two of them to dice, but first holds them up to the corners of her mouth like vampire fangs.
"I think it works, don't you?"
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"You're so pretty," he says to her as he slides a knife from the nearby butcher block, and begins to press the garlic cloves from their papers.
He'll keep his whole, wrap them in tin foil with a bit of oil, and toss them into the express convection oven.
The Twist. HA! Those were some fun times. All of his brothers working together to be little brother to someone else. Really it was one of the few things that lightened their spirits when Splinter was missing. That's probably the only reason April didn't kill the lot of them as they slept.
He remembers this one night, in particular, where they were waiting up until three AM. It was cold outside, and the sky was cloudless. And the view of Uptown from the roof of April's apartment was amazing. Could see the whole city...
The whole.
City.
The image flashes from color to black and white. A memory, but not his.
Hers.
Sallie's.
Of her and Splinter in New York.
He's not even looking at her, but his head tilts in that questioning way anyhow.
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About what, Sallie is not quite sure. But something.
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Mike opens his mouth to speak, but at the last second closes it to reconsider his words.
"You were thinking of New York." He waves his hand, as if to erase what he's said in lieu of a different starting point. "The other day. When we were talking. It was you and Splinter in New York."
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As if it were a perfectly normal assumption. Why wouldn't Sallie be thinking about she and Splinter in New York (again)?
"We'd been talking about getting hitched me 'n him, so it makes sense my head would go in the direction of me and him in the world somewhere, right?"
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He repeats it because he doesn't quite yet understand.
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"If I marry someone, Mike, it means I'd go where they'd want to be."
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Well it's clear....that he hadn't considered that.
"You'd really leave Shadow?"
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Not easily, not without a care in the 'verse, but...Splinter's people. Shadow's not.
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If Mike didn't already love her and think the world of her, he would so just for that alone. As it stands, he can't help himself but crossing the room, and gathering her up in a hug.
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It's always lovely, feeling a hug physically and the intention from it inside the other person's mind. It's a thing that happens to Sallie more often than not anymore, with Mike more than most.
Even still: "How are you surprised by any o' that?"
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After a possibly awkward amount of time passes: Do you think any o' this heartfelt palaver should actually be had with your ba?
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