Welcome to Gaia! ::

A sweep of pink washed over Laven’s features with Wolframite looked over at her. It wasn’t that she was mad by his statement but she did feel a bit embarrassed. Her normally blue-tinted skin turned a light violet for a moment as she shoved another bite of the cinnamon roll into her mouth to keep from bitting back with some dumb remark that would just make her look foolish in front of both of them.

“You’re so good at cooking, Tinaksite. Would you like to maybe pick a recipe or two you enjoyed eating from the time you lived in Russia that you’d like to make with us?” It was the holidays and she knew how much her friend missed her home country and family. So perhaps incorporating some dishes she remembered fondly from before moving to Destiny might help cheer her up and make Thanksgiving feel less daunting.

Just because this particular one was an American holiday, didn’t mean they couldn’t include dishes from other cultures or countries. The day was for them to give thanks to one another, which almost included making Tina feel apart of it especially since she was opening her home to them. She was dear to Laven, as was Wolframite, which is why she truly wanted to see them, and her Captian, happy.

Wolframite just frowned back at her a moment at the choice in her nickname for him, but let it drop for now for more pressing issues.

"A starseed is - well if you believe in souls, that would be it. It's your existence. Right in the center of your chest..." He placed a clawed-hand over his chest. "Is where it is located. You can actually reach right inside anyone's chest and touch their starseed if you can get close enough. You'll see it soon enough during a patrol, I'm sure. I usually keep one on me just not today." He said, shrugging as he licked his claws clean of the last bits of icing.

"So how did you two even meet?"

Tinaksite pursed her lips slightly and shook her head. “Laven. It was all limp. Disgusting.” She broke into a slight smile though. “I fed you after. You need good food. Not limp food. I can provide. I will provide. I am doing it now.”

Her eyes flickered to Wolframite and she fought back a sigh. He was going to be around often if they were dating. For a moment, there was a pain in her chest and she idly cursed the indigestion that she knew wasn’t really indigestion at all and forced another smile, the expression growing much more genuine when her eyes moved to Laven.

“I…will feed both of you. Nothing limp. Only good food. This…will be fine. We will have food. And…we will be happy.”

Hesitating, Tinaksite shrugged. “I am glad that I met Laven. She is my best friend, I would not change anything, Wolf.” Not that he had asked.

Completely oblivious to the thin line of tension growing between the two, Laven simply smiled at them. It felt like her heart was swelling with an amount of pride and happiness when Tina said she was her best friend.

Her own appearance was off-putting, being a half-youma that is, so it felt nice knowing that the female captain was able to look past that and see her for what she was behind the scales and blue skin features.

Wolframite’s ear twitch caught her attention and the way he seemed to be passing her off without offering to join made her feel a bit conflicted. She understood needing time apart to breathe and do things they enjoyed doing alone, to think without being interrupted, or do things with other friends for a chance of pace and scenery.

But Tinaksite was being kind in offering to feed them both, not just her. She was welcoming him to join but it seemed he wasn’t all that interested. Perhaps something to talk about later when they were alone.

For now, Laven reached over to take ahold of Wolframite’s paw and give it a gentle squeeze. She then nuzzled her cheek against his fur-covered knuckles and smiled. “Trust me, even I don’t understand women sometimes and I am one. I should have you watch the YouTube video of Men’s Brains Versus Women’s’ Brains. I think you both would get a kick out of it since it is explained by a comedian, but after watching it a lot of things will make sense.”

The highway mind of a woman versus the compartmental boxes of men’s brains. Fascinating analogy but what was more amusing, and the biggest epiphany of all, was the nothing box.

“Tina is amazing at cooking,” at least the few things she’d made tasted delicious. “I remember you,” Laven poked his side with a pointed claw, “mentioned wanting to learn how to cook.” Granted it had been a few months since they were at the book store picking up a few recipes they wanted to try.

“Who better to teach?” She asked with an innocent shrug. “Her and I can get the ingredients! And…” Laven paused wondering if she should bring it up but ultimately decided why the hell not. “You do still have what four… five more outfits you’re allowed to pick for me to wear. Maybe we could find a cute maid one for me to wear, something with frills.” Laughing, she glanced over to Tinaksite and winked at her.

Oddly enough, something about being a little dragon maid in the kitchen sounded kinda fun.