Outside Cafe Luke's, Wednesday afternoon

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Vincent didn't much like the looks of the black clouds hanging around, shortening up the horizon. It was just the sort of thing that in Eureka would mean Vincent's cafe was about to be broken in half or turned to gold or infested with ancient bugs or otherwise destroyed. He'd gotten a good couple of months in Fandom of not having to rebuild his cafe, and he had no desire to break the streak now, thank you very much.

Which would explain why he was standing outside his shop, glaring up at the clouds disapprovingly while holding a fresh minced fruit pie. Well, okay, it didn't explain the pie, but it explained the glaring at least, and the muttering under his breath. The pie, well, that was just a security thing. Like a little kid with a blanket.

[ooc: for thems what know.]

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You'd think that at a time like this, two people from Seattle would stay inside and not go out.

But nooooo, someone wanted a honey glazed ham, and another person wasn't about to let her wander out into town by herself.

"I still think this is dumb. There's plenty of food back at the dorms," Freddie said.

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"Then go eat that," Sam said. "Momma needs a ham."

Really, she was pretty sure they were just as screwed in the dorms at this point as anywhere else. And it was ham.

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"I just... okay, fine. Here's hoping this place is even open," Freddie said. "And that they have ham."

He sighed a bit, but... he was gonna stick with Sam wherever she went.

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Vincent's brow went up as he listened to the two teenagers approaching. "You mean my place?" he called. "We always have ham!" It was a matter of pride to keep as many ingredients and foodstuffs as possible on the premises, and come on, ham? Even Jack wouldn't object to ham. "Were you hoping for a sandwich?"

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"I'll take any ham you got," Sam said. "I've got my pack mule here, and everything."

Congratulations, Freddie, you've just been assigned the title of pack mule.

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"Wait, what?" Freddie said. "Really, you're going to make me carry all your food? Come on."

Hey, he was loyal but that didn't mean he wasn't going to compain.

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"You're the one who insisted on coming along," Sam pointed out. "It'll be good for you. Build up those scrawny arms."

Freddie's arms weren't actually even remotely scrawny any more. Sam had noticed this, but she wasn't going to, like, compliment him or anything.

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"I'm . . . just going to let you two work that out between yourselves," Vincent decided. "I'll wait over here."

With his pie.

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"Yeah. My totally scrawny arms," Freddie said, rolling his eyes.

Nearby, a woman had stopped and was eyeing the gathered trio with a sort of passive curiosity. They were doing odd things with their mouth holes and their flesh arms.

Freddie, however, was rolling up his sleeves, because this was something he oddly felt safe getting worked up about. "There are not scrawny, right mister?"

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"They're very nice," Vincent assured him, a bit patronizingly. Vincent was a fan of arms, but Freddie was far too young.

Besides, he was eying the woman. Something seemed . . . not quite right about her. If he were still in Eureka, he'd guess she was an android.

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"Oh please, he's just saying that to get you to buy something," Sam said. She hadn't really noticed the woman at all -- she was maybe doing just an eensy bit of ogling of Freddie's arms. "It's not like he's got a stick to carry his stuff around on."

Though pie on a stick had promise.

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"Fine," Freddie said in a huff. "How about you?" He foolishly walked right up to the strange woman and showed off his arms.

"See? Not scrawny, hey, feel them even, if you really want proof."

The woman responded with a "If I must," then touched Freddie's arm.

And then there wasn't a Freddie there anymore.

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Sam's eyes went wide. "FREDDIE!" She rolled up her own sleeves, ready to take this woman on.

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Lucky for Sam, Vincent was a little bit less likely to go charging in to things he didn't understand. He grabbed for the back of her shirt, but wasn't quite able to hold her properly with only one hand. He'd have to get rid of the pie.

So he threw it at the strange woman's face.

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The woman had not expected a pie to be thrown in her face, let alone for any pie to get into her mouth.

It was a set of physical sensations all together new, terrifying, and completely indescribable by a being that had no frame of reference. It would have been like trying to say how a rainbow sounds, or how a scream looks.

It was quite literally sensory overload. The woman's face, through muscle knowledge beyond its reckoning, curled into a smile.

And then she turned to dust.

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Vincent blinked several times.

"Well. That's new."

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Sam stopped struggling to get out of Vincent's grip and stared.

". . . What was in that pie?"

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"Just minced fruit, a few spices, a delicate crust. . . ."

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"I'll take a dozen," Sam decided. "And the biggest ham you've got. And a gallon of ice cream. And some meatballs. And fried chicken. . . ." The list went on. And on. And on.

Someone was going to need her some comfort food tonight.