[Open] In the kitchens with Eliot

[distinctive_guy]

CHARACTERS: distinctive_guy and YOU
DATE: Dec 05 (Day 22; Afternoon)
RATING: Possible swearing?
SUMMARY: Eliot's back in the kitchen cooking. Or making food anyway. For once it's not big portions.

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[noheatnikki]

Kate had been wandering aimlessly, exploring the area and trying to learn her way around. The sound of movement caught her attention, and she found a kitchen, and a man in the kitchen. A man with food. Food that looked really good. She cleared her throat as she approached him with a smile.

"I have ten bucks in my pocket. It's yours for even half of one of those sandwiches."

[distinctive_guy]

Eliot was aware of another visitor, but waited until she opened the greeting before he turned to her with a smile.

At her joke, if joke it was, he laughed and just took up one of the ungrilled sandwiches to heat on the stove for her. "You can have a whole one for free. Wouldn't know where to set up a savin' account on this hunk of rock."

[noheatnikki]

Her eyes lit up at his offer, and she leaned on the opposite side of the counter and watched him put the sandwiches together.

"Where did you get all this food? You've got enough to feed an army."

[distinctive_guy]

Considering he had fed an army before and six sandwiches was hardly enough to feed one man lest a whole regiment, Eliot barely contained his mirth.

"It's just a little snack. I grew the vegetables myself in the greenhouse, and there's stuff here and there if ya know where to look in the mall." Still, he was pleased by the attention and served her the sandwich with a smile.

"Here ya go, ma'am."

[noheatnikki]

She took the sandwich with a smile. She took a bite, then nodded her approval as she chewed. She made sure to swallow before she spoke.

"Very good. So you've been here long enough to grow vegetables?"

That was not very encouraging, no matter how good the sandwich was.

[distinctive_guy]

His smile turned pained as he crossed his arms and leaned back against the counter. "'Fraid so. It's... three months now?" Which meant he was here with the first group of people.

"Got tired of eatin' their stuff." And that wasn't the least of what he got tired about on this island.

[noheatnikki]

Kate winced in sympathy. She'd been on this island nowhere near that long, and she was already tired of it. She took another bite of sandwich, chewing thoughtfully. She leaned her hip against the counter, examining the man in front of her. Tall, broad shoulders, definitely in shape, good looking guy. Kate wondered what he did for a living back home.

She looked down at herself, suddenly self-conscious in her yoga pants and tank top. Not that she was particularly interested in this guy, but she could have at least looked like she made an effort. She mentally shrugged. It couldn't be helped.

"I'm Kate Beckett."

[distinctive_guy]

Being used to seeing people in all modes of dress on this island, really, some people looked like they might've resided in the fifteen-hundreds, a tank top and yoga pants weren't the worst thing Eliot had seen. Rather, it looked rather becoming on the lady and it certainly brought out some attractive features. Perhaps he eyed her a few times more because of it.

Anyway, with him dressed in his own faded jeans and a two t-shirts, a short one over a long one, he wasn't exactly the fashion police at the moment.

"Eliot Spooner," he introduced, sticking to the alias he had been using all this time.

[noheatnikki]

"Nice to meet you."

She smiled at him, then toasted him with her sandwich before she took another bite. She looked around the room. It was a decent kitchen, given the general condition of the rest of the island. After another bite had been chewed and swallowed, she spoke.

"You know, this sandwich would sell for like twenty bucks in New York."

[distinctive_guy]

"Likewise. It's always a pleasure to meet a fine lady. Doesn't hurt if she knows how to appreciate good food too." He gave her his charming grin as he continued, "Nah, everythin's overpriced in New York anyway." Despite his words, his confident look told her he knew exactly how good that sandwich was.

[noheatnikki]

She narrowed her eyes playfully, not buying his modest act for a minute.

"True, but I've lived there my whole life. At some point I just started thinking that everywhere else undervalues their merchandise."

[distinctive_guy]

"Ma'am, it's a matter of perception." He was playing along, enjoying the conversation with the attractive company.

"That's exactly why they charge you more, they know they can get away with it. Makes it real hard for us other folks to visit cause we can't afford it."

[noheatnikki]

She quirked a brow at the use of Ma'am, but still laughed at his statement.

"Meanwhile I go places and think 'wow, everything's so cheap here'."

[distinctive_guy]

"I guess I can see where the attraction of that is," he said, laughing softly along. "As long as you don't think the rest of the people are cheap like their items."

[noheatnikki]

She shook her head, holding up a hand diplomatically.

"No, no. Nothing like that. It just makes a vacation that much better. And makes me a little sad to get back to New York."

[distinctive_guy]

"I hope you're not sayin' the Big Apple's worse than this vacation spot." He chuckled softly while his eyes took on a devilish twinkle. "This must be the worst island resort in the world."