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33 Apocalypse Ave, Friday Evening
Mar. 8th, 2013 07:16 pmKaidan had been called back in to deal with some mercenaries out near the borders of Alliance space. Then he'd had to sit through a debriefing, and another debriefing, and a third, spontaneous debriefing that happened when they ran into one of the off-duty Admirals on their way to the shuttle bay, and... ... and, well, it had been a couple of hours-- more than that-- since his last meal.
And, you know, there were nights for ordering in, and nights for going out to grab some dinner, and then there were nights you just wanted to crash out on the sofa with a beer and a nice steak without having to actually reach out and talk to people.
So his entrance back into the house had gone like this: shuck off his jacket, throw one of his bags in the corner, put away his guns, then head right up into the kitchen, dig around for the meat, and get the grill going. Okay, besides the steak, they didn't really have anything in the house that screamed meal, per se, but he was rummaging around and making do with whatever he could scrounge.
Genuine, grade-A Jump Zero-style meal. That'd be nice.
[[ because when canon gives you lemons, you gleefully plan out two months' worth of lemonade. Especially when the lemons are this good. Open to housemates and visitors and calls! ]]
And, you know, there were nights for ordering in, and nights for going out to grab some dinner, and then there were nights you just wanted to crash out on the sofa with a beer and a nice steak without having to actually reach out and talk to people.
So his entrance back into the house had gone like this: shuck off his jacket, throw one of his bags in the corner, put away his guns, then head right up into the kitchen, dig around for the meat, and get the grill going. Okay, besides the steak, they didn't really have anything in the house that screamed meal, per se, but he was rummaging around and making do with whatever he could scrounge.
Genuine, grade-A Jump Zero-style meal. That'd be nice.
[[ because when canon gives you lemons, you gleefully plan out two months' worth of lemonade. Especially when the lemons are this good. Open to housemates and visitors and calls! ]]
