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[Oh-so-simple, that's why it's going so well]

[And it does. Go.]

[Some barely two-digit number of minutes later, there's loud, obvious fumbling at the door handle before it swings open. Nemesis returns, walking stiff and smelling not-so-faintly of Febreze. It's not quite warm enough in the hideout for her glasses to fog, but her fingers are white, ears and nose red. Entering proper she heads for the kettle, casual]

...Making tea, if you want some.

[He goes very, very still as she comes back in - tracks her progress with his eyes as she goes for the tea.]

I - what?

[Dumps some tea leaves into a chipped tea pot, then adds the water]

That's the whole point of the electric kettle. I mean, I'm pretty sure the water here's potable without boiling it.

[Give him a second.]

[Actually a couple of seconds.]

[His brain is maybe buffering still, and he looks like he might start crying.]

[Looks over when she realises she's left to banter with herself]

...That a yes?

[He opens his mouth, and then closes it again - starts to talk, but all that comes out is a croak.]

Yeah, I -

[He swallows, hard.]

Yeah.

[Sighs, quiet, tension draining from her shoulders]

A-anyways, you gotta tell me if this one's any good. If it's not, you can just put booze in it, I guess. Got honey, too.

What - what kind is it?

[Makes himself uncurl from his spot in the blankets - picks his way out of the mattress fort, to come help her with the tea.]

Black?

[The box says Assam. The honey is shaped like a bear.]

...looks good.

[He knows nothing about tea.]

Here lemme help, you - you look like you stuck your hands in the freezer for a couple hours.

Takes one to know one.

[Except he is much better equipped than she is; her stiff fingers don't bend right around the cups or the teapot or anything, and even putting just a tiny bit of hot water into the cup to warm it is enough to make her bobble the mug as scalding, so--]

--Fine, fine, knock yourself out.

[Bends down, casual, to scoop up the electric blanket and dump it over her head, then reach underneath to steal the tea stuff.]

You want honey, or what?

[Shivers, now that she's under the heat of the blanket, oddly enough]

...Uh, nah, I'm good. ...At least, depending on how bitter the tea is.

[Hm. Hm. That is... not good, probably.]

Go on and get in those mattresses, kay? I'll play delivery boy.

[It's probably fine; she frowns a little, just because her extremities are pins and needles the point isn't to need to be taken care of, and she nabs the honey and a spoon before retreating to the fort]

...'S too much for one person to carry anyways.

Cool, then you're on honey duty. I want extra when it's done doing its thing.

[Doing its thing apparently is steeping. He sets both cups, poured now, near the edge of the mattress.]

[She sits in the corner, secure, huddled in the blanket with the honey (gotta warm it up somehow). Her tone's playful, though]

Extra for a normal person or extra for you?

Extra for me, duh. Extra for a normal person's just like regular.

[Hesitates a second, then just - climbs back into the fort.]

Just checking.

[Watches him climb back in, pauses. Then offers the end of the blanket, casual, if he wants]

[Hesitates a beat or two longer this time before he takes it and pulls it over his legs.]

...jeez, dude. Your socks are soaked.

[Shrugs]

[...Then tries to prod his feet with her wet socks]

...dude. Now my socks are soaked.

I'm totally declaring this a sock-free zone. Take em off.

[Attempts to kick hers off with as much success as one might expect]

You don't even need socks. You'd be good with sock.

Then it'd be all lopsided. 'S kinda weird with just one.

[Snags one of her socks and attempts to tug it free.]

You wear boots on top of it anyways. You wear one glove!

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