cape_kore | 013 ✳ day 149 ✳ audio

[She isn't showing her face over the network, but still, Fortescue's voice sounds almost as bad as her numerous injuries. It wobbles every so often, from the abuse it's taken, and she can't even drum up the emotion to be angry about her lack of control over it. It is what is is.]

Hello, Science Center. Miss me? [Fortescue holds the phone away from her face, for a moment, to cough. She might sound dry, but she really is grateful to be back. Very grateful.] Had this place let me remember, I would have been able to return the favor.

...I don't want to inconvenience anyone, but I'm not... especially mobile, and the canteen is quite a distance from my room. If anyone feels like being generous, I wouldn't mind a snack. [Or maybe more than a snack, but she doesn't feel worthy enough, anymore, to ask for more than that. What is she, aside from a person who failed in her most basic duties as a sister?

She almost asks for alcohol, too, just for the hell of it, but she doesn't. She cuts the feed after a quick,]

Thank you.

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[Is it as impeccable as your French accent, Gabriel? Exaggerating her own accent, Fortescue retorts:]

You're a diamond, mate. [She laughs, which turns into a short cough on account of bruised ribs.] Surprise me. With what I've eaten the last few months, anything would be edible.

[Oh, nothing could be quite as good as his French accent.]

Anything, huh? Oh, you really shouldn't have said that. [But in the spirit of friendship, he will resist the urge to bring along bugs or roast kitten.] Room service should be over in a matter of minutes, ma'am. Sit tight.

[True to his word, it's not long before there's a knock on the door. If she opens it herself, she'll probably be pleased to find that whatever it is he's brought is already prepared and under an old-fashioned silver domed platter - it really is just delivery, he's not ~~planning a repeat performance of Casa Erotica~~ inviting himself over.]

[She should really know better, by now, but what can she say? She likes his sense of humor. Most of the time — a roast kitten wouldn't exactly have been welcome, in the same room as her cat.

Fortescue opens the door, wrapped, as she has been for the past 24 hours or so, in a blanket. Fancy black dresses aren't very warm, and she's in need of comfort, besides. It compensates for her injuries.

The silver dome gets a smile. How long has it been since she saw one of those things?]

Hello, maître d'. Won't you come in?

[He's getting invited anyway.]

[When she answers the door he bows, and manages not to drop anything. He gives her a smirk as he straightens up, though seeing the blanket and the way she holds herself gives him a moment's pause, and tempers that smirk into something gentler.]

Well, if madam insists...

[He strolls in without waiting for her to actually insist, and sets the platter down on the nearest appropriate surface. He wasn't carrying a bottle earlier, and he doesn't even have enough hands to have been carrying wine glasses as well, but somehow he sets all of them down anyway.]

Hope you're not vegetarian.

[At this point, she's not going to question much. The Center was, this time yesterday, a forest, and Castiel was a black-feathered stork. She's not actively hallucinating at present, thankfully. But she's not going to start questioning anything that's brought her food. Hallucination or not.

Things are much more pleasant, today, and she's trying to keep them that way.]

Might have starved, if I was. No vegetarians around here.

[You don't get a lot of options in the field of war, most of the time. She smiles.]

I think I enjoy steak just a little too much to consider it.

[They don't have steak in war, either, unless you're rich, but hey. Speaking ideally...]

No? I think I'd be more inclined to trust the veggies this place provides than any meat it hands out. Hell knows I'm not squeamish, but I think I'd be a little concerned about what exactly was in it.

[Not that eating humans would actually bother him all that much. Fortunately there is no anything meat in cake, and certainly not in cake that he apparently makes himself out of raw energy. Speaking of which, he uncovers the dish with more flourishes than are at all necessary, then shoves it much less ceremoniously in her direction. It's steak (with chips and two peas, because he's not quite comfortable with voluntarily including vegetables). It wasn't steak before she said that she liked it, but those are the perks of omnipotence.]

Tada. Compliments of the chef, etc.

[Apparently as an afterthought, he snaps some cutlery into existence too, and a lollipop for himself. That being done, he sits himself down on her bed and leans back against the wall, apparently content to just watch. That that might be a bit creepy either doesn't occur to him or doesn't bother him - with angels, either is a pretty strong possibility.]

Just as long as the chef is you, darling.

[Because after that comment, she can't say she'd be too eager to dive into the meat supply. But only until she got hungry again. Fortescue sits down next to him to dig in, navigating the cutlery with careful hands. She hasn't been the most coordinated, today, and she'd rather not cut herself. Her skin's had enough of that, recently.

The chips she's tempted to eat with her hands, but just spears with the fork. Old habits die hard.]

In which case, you're marvelous.

[She can't actually say the last time she ate steak. But this is just as good, if not better, than whenever that was. Convenient thing, angel powers.]

Just call me Gordon Ramsay.

[Or don't. He pours himself a glass of the wine - without asking first, of course - and sits back with it. And keeps watching, rather as if she were an interesting nature documentary.]

[Fortescue's learned her lesson from last time, so she doesn't even bother to ask who that is. Just assumes someone who's a whiz with cooking, and moves on. It's easy when there's such a nice dinner on her lap, which she's demolishing quickly.

And, really, it's his wine. Much more fun when multiple people are drinking it.]

So, get up to anything fun while I was gone?

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