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Fallon wasn't in much of a mood to be social, but she had promised Cameron a sandwich. Cracking open the fridge, she grabbed some left over chicken, capers, mustard, and a smattering vegetables. She placed these on a counter and pulled out a bowl, dumping the capers in a smashing them under the flat side of a spoon. She was making some kind of sauce, but it wasn't clear what. She had no intention of sticking around after she made the sandwich, but until then, she could be social. "Prom is coming up soon. You might want to narrow your list if you want to bring a date." After a pause, she added, "Not me." By now, she hoped he would realize that, but Cameron didn't exactly have a good track record. It really was for the best if she just reiterated that fact.

Stacking meat and vegetables on to one of the slices of bread, Fallon used one hand to drizzle a good helping of the sauce all over it. She sprinkled on a little spice that looked kind of like cayenne pepper, and then placed the other slice of bread on top. The sandwich still needed to be prepared, however, and so Cameron would have to be patient.

Turning up the heat on the stove, she finished greasing the pan and then placed the completed sandwich in it, flattening it with the flat side of her metal spatula. "I might go to prom. I haven't quite decided whether or not I want to ask anyone, and no one has approached me." Cameron didn't count in that number, but Fallon decided to be more specific. "No one I want to approach me at least." The buttery oil in the pan sizzled, but Fallon kept her spatula in place, gradually making the sandwich flatter and flatter.

With a free hand, she pushed a chunk of her over her shoulder and away from the oil popping on the stove. "You should go. I imagine there will be many lonely, dateless girls there." Was that a compliment? It didn't really sound like it. Fallon had no interest in those girls, the unwanted ones. She liked a girl who was in demand. She liked to show others simply how qualified she was at roping in even the most evasive of women.

Like Serenade.

Predator or not, Fallon was certain Cameron would be prowling the lines of wallflowers lingering on the outskirts of the prom. He might claim to be all cuddles and hugs, but it would be too tempting, she thought, for him to resist. Sliding her spatula under the sandwich, she flipped it over and began to repeat the process she had done for the reverse. Love and appreciation? Hm. Oh, Cameron, honestly? "If that's what you want to call it," Fallon said flatly, working her arm over the pan. One could not profess to be a ladies' man and then back off and profess to desire only the most innocent of things.

Just ask Andeon.

Fallon did not respond to his compliment, but flattened her spatula on the bread in response, bringing out a flurry of grease sizzles. "Sandwiches aren't hard. You could easily do this yourself, just not as well as I can do it for you." It was an egotistical statement, but Fallon regarded it as fact. Judging by the smell, the sandwich had a few more minutes before it was done, and then she could be off to attend to other things on her schedule for the day.

Fallon lifted the sandwich from the pan and onto a white plate. She brandished a knife and cut it down the center. A caper-infused sauce leaked out, filling the kitchen with a tart, crispy smell. Crossing to the table, she placed the sandwich down in front of Cameron. "Even if I told you what was in a dish," she began, crossing quickly back to the sink to wash the pan, "you would never be able to create it like I can." She smiled then. It was not smug, just matter-of-fact.

Stashing all of her things away and picking up her cleaning caddy, Fallon moved toward the toward in brisk steps. "Have a nice day, Cameron," she said, not turning around. The clicking of her heels followed her out into the hallway, up the stairs, and then nothing. Cameron was left alone to enjoy his sandwich, and Fallon was off to continue her day according to schedule.