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"Savory isn't bad," Jada said after a moment, reaching out to accept the cheesecake that was handed her and pass over her black credit card. "I'm quite fond of some savory foods as well. Actually," she mused, red lips pursing, "I think I just like food." Loved food. Adored food. Had a relationship with food that border-lined on obscene, even if nothing ever came of it except early morning jogs and whining as she got on the treadmill.

Worth it.

"Sugar's not for everyone. If you don't like it, clearly your body is decided to save more delicious cheesecake for the mes of the world, which is quite considerate, all things taken into account." her eyes crinkled lightly. "By the way-" Jada slipped out of his coat while she was thinking about it, passing it back to him.

They wouldn't be outside for much longer- from the door to the car, and the car to her front door. Jada would be quite able to manage those brief bits of cold. "I appreciate the loan, Mini."

Jada was holding up her aching ankle as she waited to sign, tapping french-tipped fingernails against the counter in thoughtless rhythm until she was able to sign for the purchase. She tipped a quick thank you, gave the girl a smile, and accepted the drinks, scooting closer to Aluminite.

"It's a good thing there's no problem with it," she said with a grin, "I don't plan to stop. If I ever say I'm not hungry, or don't want a snack, something has gone terribly wrong. Or I just ate." Aluminite's smile was tense, and Jada could only respond the way she knew best. A cheerful sense of humor, and ahope of being a pleasant diversion. Perhaps with a healthy dose of self-deprecation, though she liked to think it wasn't her usual style. (She was deluding herself, though.)

Her hands and arms were full of coat and drink, and her face turned to a small scowl, and Jada pushed the drinks and cheesecake at Aluminite. "Then hold these for me while I put it back on. No sense in both of us freezing." Stubborn man was loudly thought, and clearly written in furrowed brows. He said please don't fight him, and as he was rescuer, that would grant him a certain bit of leniency. "Next time, though..."

Next time. As if there was going to be one. Jada shrugged into his too-large cloak, feeling it drape down her curves, too long in almost every way for her height and length. She tied it carefully, and then tilted her chin. "Home, James, and don't spare the horses," she chirped. "Ugh, did I just strangely date myself on that one? Maybe?" her hobble towards the door was appropriately careful.

Next time, Aluminite said, and the smile froze faintly on Jada's face. Next time she might be preparing to power up, or powering down, or there might be an ally around who didn't take kindly to a Negaverse agent and his kindly meant next time. Next time was a phrase wrought with dangers, regardless of Mini's personal kindness. She had said it first, as unthinking as he seemed to be as he added 'if we need again.' "If we meet again," she agreed, and pressed the cups into his hands with the hint of a warm smile twisting the corners of her mouth.

As he drowned in his coat again, she forgot herself, sticking out her tongue playfully. "I certainly hope I'm well-dressed and toasty-warm. Cold, underdressed, alone, and injured at this time of night isn't my idea of a good time." His own smile in answer was warm, and genuine, and Jada's shoulders visibly relaxed another inch, some small weight being lifted. There it was-

Briefly. His own face shifted to consternation, and she blinked at him. "I did age myself," she said with a laugh. "Home James, it's a phrase from like... the mid 19th century sometime? And a song, actually, about a really bad date night. I think... written sometime about 1934? 1935?" her eyes crinkled, and she tilted her head back to look up and up at his face. "Not that this is a date night," she said dryly, "but it has definitely been a thrilling adventure so far."

She hobbled closer, settling her hand on his arm. "I'm going to need a little bit of help getting back into the car. Not a carry, just don't lose your balance and sacrifice the cocoa if you must, to save me a sprained wrist when I inevitably fail to catch myself."

He sounded to strained, and Jada relented before he changed his mind and decided to stop being so darn nice, for a member of a murder organization. It was hard to remember that when he just seemed so honest. And pleasant. "If it makes you feel better," she assured him, "I will remember my coat and wear flats if I have to carry that many boxes around at night."

There was a flash of something, silent and deep, and Jada blinked and it was gone. Instead she slid into his personal space, a teeny invasive warmth-parasite. "I told you, I dated myself. Now you know my greatest secret. I am 100 years old and know a phenomenal plastic surgeon." It was extra funny when she considered the fact she had never even been to a plastic surgeon.

She beamed up at him, and said, "Honestly, my injury is exasperated enough being close to me for this long. As for the rest... frankly, I have had worse actual dates than tonight has been. So the fact tonight isn't diary worthy actually would have made it a better date." tugging him along with her, she limped her way towards the car.

Jada's lips quirked. "I promise, you'll never find me alone, in heels, and completely defenseless at night ever again. I imagine even a taser could cause problems for..." she raised a brow at him, and said, "Someone as tall as you." Yeah... it wasn't happening again. Though the idea of using a taser as Negaverse-repellant was only a little more pleasant than the idea of having to henshin in front of them to defend herself; both options were more pleasant than death.

He pulled open the door, and with her freshly wrapped back up a now-warmer coat, they got to the car easily. "I don't keep a blog, but if it will make you feel better, I can put you in my diary." under what, she wasn't exactly sure. Jada leaned her hip against the car while he got it open, then hobbled to get in the seat. Minimal assistance was all it took- her ankle wasn't swelling at a rate that she would have to kick off a heel. Probably.

Once seated, she helped get the cups settled into the appropriate places. No knocking about, moving, or spilling on her leather, thanks.

When he was in the car, she turned on the heater and leaned her seat back, setting the GPS for him. "Just in case I pass out since I'm leaning back," she said simply. "Or in case my eyes fail me in the dead of night. Both are entirely likely." it had been a long day. "I really do appreciate it, Mini."

She gave him a brief smile, not quite certain what she had done to make him almost clam up. But she had done something, and until she knew better, she'd keep herself restrained. While she was distinctly less afraid he would choose to murder her, there was still energy draining that was an option.

"Well, better to be safe than sorry," she said cheerfully. "You were able to pick me up like I weigh nothing, and I'm at least 100 pounds." Not much more than that, anymore. Her mistakes had hollowed her out. "Don't sell yourself short, mini." she gave him a look, hopeful she might get a laugh.

Leaning back in the seat, she shifted her leg to raise her swollen ankle on the dashboard, considering it briefly before undoing the ankle strap on her shoe. Her ankles hadn't been this swollen since she was pregnant, chripes on a cracker. "Can you see the GPS alright?"

She didn't want to make herself overly comfortable and have him miss a turn somewhere and have to backtrack miles.

"Tell me more about yourself?" she asked, and tucked herself in safely. "You speak French- what kind of books do you read, or music do you listen to? Do you have any hobbies?" her smile was soft, slightly lazy as she lifted her drink and took a sip. "Keep me awake."

You weigh very little, he said; Jada wished that the people who hired models agreed with his assessment. Some did, but for the most past, she was trapped away from the things she really liked to model. "Well, you have nice big arms," she said instead with a laugh. Ugh- that was so stupid.

True, but now she sounded like she was flirting. And maybe she was? Probably not. It had just been a stressful evening, and he had been shockingly kind.

She settled back a bit further, checking and making sure the seat warmers were on for both of them, not just the actual heater. Checking that all the little bells and whistles were all set up, and checking the battery on her phone.

"My mother lived in France- Paris. My siblings and their nanny speak the language much better than I do." she clucked her tongue. "How classic? Are we talking the Divine Comedy and the Iliad, or- school analysis." she wrinkled her nose, looking disappointed. "Loved the stories, hated writing the essays. Had the biggest crush on my literature tutor growing up, though."

Still did. Geoffrey. She hadn't thought about him in some time, but she could still remember how small his funeral had been. How lonely.

"Photos?" she tilted her head, beaming at him. "What kind of photos? Not food, right?" Should she mention she was a model? Probably not. Still...