Strokes of Genius, Wednesday

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There were certain advantages to putting laundry off as long as possible and then doing it in the most desultory way ever when it finally needed to be done -- at least for Katchoo, who didn't have enough of a wardrobe to make those Inevitable Laundry Loads too unwieldy to manage alone. (What? Like she was some kind of social laundry-doer?)

There were disadvantages, too -- the end result of one of which was grabbing for a balled-up pair of socks while half asleep, trying to dress for work, and stumbling towards the door all at the same time, not realizing one was an old and threadbare full-length crew sock with a giant hole in the vicinity of the big toe, and the other was new, three times as thick, and an ankle-cut sock.

That sort of thing made someone really cranky by the time they got to work.

Oh, like you could tell the difference anyway.

[OOC: The OCD went the way of the actual sock pairs. I'VE NEVER DONE ANYTHING LIKE THIS, I SWEAR.]

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Liir made his way into the art store around lunch time and was actually rather pleased to see Katina at the counter.

"Lunch?" he asked, holding up one of the many bags he had with him.

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"Can't say I would mind, Greeneyes." Katchoo looked up from the eraser she was idly and repeatedly stabbing with a pencil. "What's with the catering service today?"

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He considered being polite, remembered who he was talking to, and was still polite but was also rather honest.

"Needed to get out of the kitchen, feel useful. I figure it's good publicity for the Cafe, after all, and the dishes can cover things while I'm gone. I've got sandwiches, lemonade, and homemade ice cream. Everything but the ice cream is moddable."

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"Homemade ice cream? Damn." Katchoo, midway through ogling speculatively eyeing what looked like a prosciutto and arugula sandwich on pretzel bread which had nothing to do with her player's recent obsession with same honestly, was rather impressed, even if the slowly-drawn-out expletive was the only indication of that. "Think I just went from mildly hungry to starving."

This was practically her being nice. Scary, huh?

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"Well, you're welcome to anything in the bags," he told her, "and the white chocolate blueberry was the one I made up this morning. Compliments of the Cafe Fina and all that."

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Which was all the invitation Katchoo needed to go after aforementioned sandwich, one of the lemonades, and frikkin' hell, like she was turning down that ice cream. "Thanks," she told him gruffly. (Read: in her typical tone of voice.) She couldn't help giving him a briefly curious look, though.

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He eyed her back in return.

"You're certainly welcome. Glad to see another well-fed citizen and all that," he told her as he started gathering up the bags again.

There was a pause, though, before he even moved to leave.

"You're well?"

A simple, small question that could be deflected or expanded or anything Katina wanted. He wouldn't bother her with more, but he had to ask.

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"I'm here," she answered. Paused, glanced out the window, reached into the bag to pull out a napkin and unfold it slowly for no reason other than maybe the memory of Francine freaking out on her almost a week ago. Not thinking about the immediate aftermath of said freakout. "Alive. Could be worse. Wondering why you do this."

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That got a brief huff of a laugh.

"Why I do what?"

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She gestured at the bags. "Go out of your way to feed people to make yourself feel useful."

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He picked up the bags, since she'd taken her meal already, and shrugged.

"Because I'm not worth anything on my own," he said, matter-of-fact, simple as anything. After all, no matter how many times people have told you different, if most of them keep leaving you behind, well... they can't really have meant it, could they?

He gave her a quick nod of 'good-bye' before turning on his heel.

"I'll see you a little later, I'm sure. Take care, Katina. And enjoy the meal."