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She took his resigned silence as an acceptance to his role, and left it at that. Her idea of grilled cheese was the convential ideal. Two slices of bread seared with butter, and melted american cheese inbetween. In her youth her dad had probably stuck to wonderbread and kraft cheese, though she did remember an instance or two where the cheese was white, and not quite so plastic looking. Deli cheese, probably.

Human? She blinked at him, not entirely sure what he meant by that answer. The jump was a llittle surprising as welll, but she didn't really need his explination to guess what had happened. Either way she ignored it, getting back to the previous comment. "So what are you now, if not human?" and how long would it take to reach the proper state?

A grin spread along pale pink lips as he pointed out what sort of an opponent he'd be. It wasn't altogther friendly, more excited. "S'all right, it'll still be fun." She licked her lower lip, then rolled her shoulders in a shrug that might have been meant to dismiss his low opinion of himself as a capable opponent. "Either way, good or not, it'll be practice for you. fightings not as important in Death, but you're gunna wanna know how to properly defend yourself." His life sort of depended on it, but she left that bit unsaid.

When they reached the cafeteria building Peyton bounced ahead and got the door, holding it for him.

As Peyton wasn't much of a feminist, she didn't care when he took her place at the door and ushered her ahead. It didn't really matter who went first, but he did have a point. Her hands returned to her pockets, and she lead the way into the big building, humming faintly under her breath as she lead him through the caffiteria and back into the kitchens. The room was big, stainless steel from wall to wall, and immaculately clean.

"I guess that's fair. You have just woken up from what was basically a coma, thrust head first into a war, and had to wait half a day for your first smoke in who even knows how long." She remembered waking up, it had put her in a God awful mood. Sparring with Rep right out the gate had helped, but everyone dealt with things differently.

Since she was in charge of the soup she headed straight for the hanging pots and pans, grabbing one on the small side, then headed towards a rack loaded with boxes and cans. "Anything cold--butter, cheese, whatever--is in the walk in cooler to the left, help yourself to ingredients." Dainty fingers closed around a can of tomato soup.

She was at the can opener when he emerged from the walk-in with cheese and mayonnaise, the latter of which receiving a weary look before his comment made her frown. "Well I don't know how to make it from scratch, so unless you're volunteering, it's canned soup." She waited all of five seconds before smashing the industrial sized opener down onto the to of the can and turning the crank.

Whatever unhappy looks he may have been giving the ingredients he had to work with, Peyton missed them, attention on her own task. It was hard not to hear him though, and she looked up when he warned she might not like his cooking. It made her snort, shaking her had as she emptied the can into her pot and joined him at the stove. "I'm not a picky eater."

Instead of adding water, as the can directed, she instead slipped into the walk-in and grabbed some milk, adding that in place. Stirring as she waited for it to rise to a boil.

Silence was okay when it wasn't awkward, and right now it wasn't awkward. She let her attention rest on the soup she was slowly stirring, occasionally glancing at the sandwiches he was working on. They looked and smelled delicious. Her stomach gave a soft rumble of hungry anticipation, and she looked back to the soup, willing it to boil faster.

When he spoke again she wasn't expecting it, and it startled her, making her jump. She blinked wide eyes at him, then shook her head. "It smells great, I'm sure it'll taste good, too."

Finally the creamy contents of her pot began to boil and she turned the heat off before hunting down a pair of bowls to divy it up in. Only after she finished pouring did she notice both sandwiches were on one plate, and she lofted a pale brow at him, a small bowl of steaming soup in each hand. "There's no way I can eat all this by myself."

She frowned, sighed heavily through her nose, then shook her head and walked around him into the seating area of the caffateria. "Grab a spoon from the little stand with the cutlery, would ya? My hands are full." Stubborn man.

She didn't look back to see if he was following, or if he would indeed grab a spoon for her. She just took a seat on the closest bench and waited.

She tried not to smile as she noticed the second, and instead grabbed a sandwich and tore it in two. Her first inclination was to dip it in her soup, but his comment stopped her, and instead she took an undistracted bite so she could give some honest feedback. It was good, really good. Crispy outside, and gooey and delicious inside. She gave an approving hum as she chewed, nodding, When she swallowed she grinned. "This is excellent." Her chin twitched towards the condensed soup she'd doctored up a bit. "What do you think, did I make it slightly more tolerable?"

Instead of waiting for an answer she dipped a corner of her grilled cheese into her own bowl and took a large bite. This was what she'd been craving, and it was just perfect.

The company wasn't bad either. She wasn't sure what it was about it him, but there was something there. She was also feeling distinctly protective, though she had the same instincts where Lucky was concerned.

She wasn't exactly Miss Manners, so who was she to judge on the eating habits of others? No one, that's who. She did notice the speed at which he was sucking down the soup, but she took it as answer that she'd managed make it passable.

The teen was quite content with her sandwich and soup, so the silence that stretched while they ate wasn't uncomfortable in the least, but she didn't mind questions. Not even vaguely personal ones. "I used to get into a lot of fights in school." Her eyes dropped to the bowl in front of her, and she poked at the contents with her spoon. "At first because I would talk about the things I could see and hear that no one else could. Then later, cause I didn't talk much at all, and cause I didn't bother dealing with anyone cause it wasn't worth getting attached or forming grudges when we were just going to move again anyways." She sounded, at the end, a little bitter.

Realizing that, she glances up, watching his face for any reaction "We moved a lot," she clarified needlessly.

"Sun was the best fit for me really, despite my size." Her grilled cheese swirled around her soup. "But you'll see, when you're human again." A quick flash of teeth in a feral grin before she took a bite of her sandwich. "Dibs on your first spar."

As the bowl slide across the table, Peyton nudged the plant with the second sandwich on it towards him wordlessly. "Well just try not get into any fights before I get my shot, kay?" A couple seconds went by where she helped herself to a spoonful of soup, then she added, "What's pugilist mean?" If he kept using words she didn't know, she was going to keep asking about them. She wasn't so proud she would just pretend she knew what he was saying, that would eventually bite her in the a**.