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Jun 26, 2011 16:32

The apartment Dinah shares with her mother is a medium sized, two-storey affair above the florist shop in a pleasant neighbourhood in downtown Gotham. Her room, into which her Milliways door opens, is a mess of discarded clothes, which she hastily kicked under her unmade bed as they pass ( Read more... )

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tyler_marlocke June 26 2011, 21:32:53 UTC
There was no muffled snort of laughter from Beauford. Really.

Must have just been the bags of rice settling in the boxes of goods and supplies that he brought along. Or part of the grunt of him hefting the boxes up onto the counter top before looking over the kitchen.

"You didn't leave any underwear laying out, so you're one up on my cleanliness level for unexpected guests."

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raptorcanaria June 26 2011, 21:42:30 UTC
"One thing I do have going for me," she admits. "My underwear remains a mystery."

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She's just going to gloss over that, opening the fridge that's embarrassingly empty except for sodas, milk and leftovers. "Please let me offer you a soda and pretend I'm talking sense."

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tyler_marlocke June 26 2011, 21:49:42 UTC
"Root beer if you have it please, otherwise I'm good with any kind of cola." Beauford pauses, staring into the fridge behind Dinah, and looks away almost immediately, mostly for her own benefit. He's rather happy to at least see that the stove is gas and not electric, but good lord someone's going to have to get other groceries in.

"I'll see what kind of pans are here, and what sort of state they're in before actually turning on any naked flames."

And with that, he's poking into the cupboards and looking to see what is where and find the pots and pans. Sure he brought along his own ricecooker, but there's other dishes to think of! The stews need a good pan!

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raptorcanaria June 26 2011, 22:19:16 UTC
Dinah pulls out two root beers, and sets about popping the caps straight into the trash. Anything to keep herself from watching him judging her and her kitchen.

"You want a glass and ice?"

Hers she drinks straight out of the bottle, hopping up to sit on the countertop, next to his boxes. "The pans were my Dad's. He said they were top of the range when he got them, but I'm pretty sure that was before I was born."

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