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[One thing can be said for Kurt -- even if he tends a little towards the dainty side, when the chips are down he doesn't mind getting dirty. His beloved yellow jacket has been safely stowed away, and the rest of his clothes are significantly grimier than they were when he arrived.

But he looks as chipper as can be expected -- mostly since he's found his way to the diner and is currently blissful over the fact that, while there isn't a Kitchenaid to be found, at least the stove isn't wood-burning.]

First person to bring me some sort of seafood so I can get this paella off the ground gets to pick dessert.

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I heard something about food and now you're my new best friend. Funny how that happens.

There's something magnetic about me, what can I say?

Now, the question is, can you get food out of the ocean and onto a table, because I don't really do "fishing" or "hunting" or "ocean".

I haven't seen an ocean in years, but we're about to find out.

[He grins.]

Have you checked the fridge, though? There was food in mine. Nothing fancy, but it's better than anything I've had in fucking years.

I did and I can make do with some things, but a truly delicious paella needs fresh seafood.

There's enough to make pain au chocolat though, and for that I'm grateful.

Dude, I don't know what any of that shit means, but I think I heard chocolate.

Catching a fish in the ocean with your bare hands can't be that hard, right?

It's a chocolate croissant. It's delicious and the perfect remedy for falling headfirst into whatever crazytown this is.

I'd settle for some lobster and shellfish, really. They're a little easier to catch.

I'll see what I can catch.

If I drown, please get someone cute to give me CPR.

I'll start compiling a list right away.

I'm Kurt, by the way.

Name's Kobra and I like riding motorcycles, breaking things and long walks in the desert.

Oh, and eating. Eating is always good.

...Kobra. All right.

Um. I can help you with the last one, but I'm afraid you're on your own for the rest.

I've been in way worse places than this. I'll manage.

I'll let you know if I catch anything. Or, you know, if I drown.

...how will you manage that?

[He laughs.] Good point. If something red and yellow washes up on shore. That's me. Give me CPR.

I thought you wanted someone cute. [Might be fishing for compliments and/or preening. Just a bit.]

I did say that, huh? [He winks. It's a cold day in hell before he passes up a good opportunity to flirt. Well, he probably won't flirt with Lydia, because he likes his balls where they are, but still...]

[Fluttering a little -- not too much because he totally Has A Boyfriend at home, but flirting makes him feel normal.] Try your best not to drown, otherwise I might burn my pastries.

I'll do my best. Save me a pastry.

I'll try. I might get anxious and go on an eating spree, but I'll certainly try.

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