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Hello everyone! I hope you're all doing well. For people just connecting to the network, my name is Colette. I hope we can get along! If you ever need any help with anything please feel free to contact me. I'll do my best to help. Um... though, for everyone who was involved in the Mine collapse -- what have you been telling your families and friends, in regards to your injuries? It's probably not a good idea to tell people who don't know about this network the truth, right? What do you think?

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[ Of course those were only the ones that weren't empty. He doesn't have the grace to not look a little awed. ]

I'd feel bad if they turned out terrible because of me! And, um, let's see. Iced sounds good... is it sweet? I've only had the stuff from the bottles before.

[ Satisfied with his perfectly-proportioned pan of batter, he sets it off to the side and eyes the spatula.

...Can he lick this? ]

[ She watches him as he eyes the batter and giggles a little. Cute! ]

You can lick it, if you want!

[ It's only fair, after all, since he worked on spreading it out. The over chimes to let them know it's the proper temperature and she moves to put the pan in. The faster it's in the faster it's out! ]

Sweet? It can be. I can add sugar myself until it's to how you like it. Normally, though it's a little sweet and salty. I really like when sweet things are a little salty.

Then I'll try it however you like it! I trust you. [ HIS TEA-DRINKING FUTURE IS YOUR HANDS. ] And are you sure you don't want it?

[ He tips the spatula towards her. ]

I'm sure! It's your prize for working hard.

[ She gestures for him to lick it. ]

Just don't get a stomach ache by eating too much raw batter.

[ Though she does have plenty of Tums on hand, just in case! Ahhh, making tea... she buzzes about the kitchen happily, getting everything ready. ]

I won't let you down! My tea making abilities are great.

My stomach's pretty strong, I think! But I'll be careful. I wouldn't want your tea to go to waste.

[ Though he definitely feels like he didn't do that much to earn it. His baking skills could probably use a leveling up, still.

Delicious prize in hand, Banagher makes his way back over to the table so he doesn't just take up space and get in her way. Really, he'd be content to just watch the flurry of movement this way and that, because he's always thought people had this way about them when they were doing something they liked. She was no different. ]

[ She glances over at him while she works, setting a cup on the counter and making the tea properly. Since it'll be iced, she grabs the ice trays and begins pouring ice into the cup. ]

What kind of movies do you like the most?

[ Making himself useful by pulling the movies he'd brought out, speaking of, he pauses to think. ]

I said old movies once, right? I think it was because I spent a lot of time with my grandparents when I was younger... my mom worked a lot. So it rubbed off on me. But there's not a lot I don't like! Adventure, fantasy, sci-fi, things like that.

[ She remembers that, his liking of old movies. Grandparents are always good for growing to love old films! ]

Which old movies do you like the most? I've seen a lot of them too, because of Grannie. I spent a lot of my time growing up with her too, though that's mostly because I loved being in the parlor as much as possible.

[ She begins to pour the hot water over the ice, adding more ice when she's finished. ]

But those are all good too! Fantasy, adventure... romance... comedies... romantic comedies!

[ Yes, she likes chick-flicks. ]

My grandma and I watched a lot of westerns together! Clint Eastwood and John Wayne, you know? Otherwise, she liked Lawrence of Arabia and Julius Caesar, but I liked Robin Hood and The Wizard of Oz.

[ So a little heavy on the fantasy when they did tend to butt heads over what to watch. It was fun to pretend. ]

I can watch just about anything, though.

[ Even a chick-flick or two. He's sat through Casablanca enough times to stomach anything. ]

As long as it's good, right?

[ TA-DAAAAA. Presenting Bannie with one cup of iced tea! ]

Here you go. I really hope you like it.

[ And ahhh, is that the smell of brownies? It hasn't been long but they take about 30 minutes to cook, and they're starting to actually do that now. Baking and tea, such a good combination.

She flexes her fingers a little as they begin to bother her from too much use -- she's still very sore, even if she's in some good spirits. ]

Today... something funny might be nice.

[ He makes his way back over to her to accept the tea, noting that the kitchen really is filling up with the smell of the cooking brownies. ]

There's no way it'll be bad! Thanks. [ Thoughtfully, he takes a sip, gaze flickering over her hands before falling elsewhere just as quickly. The tea was better than good — like liquid caramels with a touch of salt. Lowering his glass again, he flashes a quick smile. ]

Today... [ Without warning, he flips the spatula he still has to its untouched side and bops her on the nose. ] I think we can do that.

Ah!

[ She squeaks a little when he bops her on the nose, scrunching up her face and then laughing. Oh, he got her. ]

Heheh, okay. Are there any funny movies you like in particular?

[ Definitely a cute noise. ]

Shouldn't it be your pick today? That's why I came over. [ Pausing over his next drink of tea, he hums. ] I have a Netflix account! You could choose something from there, if you wanted?

Oh! I've heard Netflix has a lot of good movies on it now.

[ She pauses, thinking about it. ]

All right, how about this? I pick one and then you pick one. If you have the time for two movies, that is!

Because that's how everyone wants to watch them lately. [ Lazily! Which sounds about as good as it gets, after the last week. ] Either way, I think I can handle two if you can!

I sure can!

[ She glances down at the timer for the brownies. About 30 minutes left. ]

Let's go in my room. You can bring the iced tea!

Two then! And sitting in here is just going to make me want to eat more batter anyway, then I'd be in trouble. [ The scent was already overpowering, soon the entire place would smell like chocolate. Stowing the spatula in the sink before following after her, he sips again at the tea to wash it down. ] Do you want to pick first?

Sure, I'll pick first!

[ She pushes the door to her room open. It's not very big, but it's comfortable. A twin sized bed with a pretty blue comforter and pillows, blue blinds swept to the side to let the sun into the room. A desk, a bookshelf packed with books, hardwood floors... and a television propped up on a small table. The room has several stuffed animals sitting about happily, all puppies, all wearing some kind of sweater or hat or boots. ... She really loves dogs, okay.

The room is simple and bright, and smells... well... like her. ]

This is my room.

[ Banagher's already halfway through the door when it dawns on him that entering someone's room was a little different than just being invited over to an apartment for the afternoon — so he stops short there, taking a lingering glance around. Simple, and sweet, a little like the scent he first picked up on in the parlor. Sugar and books and flowers and something else both mild and sunny.

Truth be told, his sense of humility doesn't really work like most normal peoples' would, but it's hard to deny the sudden warmth in his face, even when all he offers is a smile as he eventually follows. ]

I like the blue. [ Like the bellflowers. ] It seems like you.

Really? Blue is my favorite color.

[ She steps in and over to her bed where she smooths the comforter. There's a chair at her desk but it's not very comfortable, so she'd rather him sit on the bed while she takes the care, since he's a guest. ]

Here! Make yourself comfortable.

It's really calming! When I was little, I liked looking at the sky over the ocean. It's harder to do now, but when you get a clear day the blues are still amazing.

[ Punctuating his answer with a drink of tea, his eyebrows raise over the cup. ~~Don't breathe it in, Banagher.~~ ]

You're not thinking about taking the chair, are you?

[ Ahhh the ocean... she really wants go to! But going now would probably be a poor life choice, with all of the cuts... salt water is good for cleaning yet burns. She blinks and looks a little sheepish when he says that, though, turning a little and curling the ends of her hair around her fingers. ]

You're the guest! You should have the comfortable spot.

Yeah, but you're still hurt, aren't you?

[ X. Neg. Nope. Nada. Zero. Zip. His expression is set. ]

[ She is going to try to get her way anyway.... ]

Mm, a little. Really, I'm almost all better!

[ Total lie. ]

Please, sit!

[ She pats the bed with her hand. C'mon, Bannie. ]

"Almost" isn't all the way though! I just can't make you sit up in a chair through one movie, nevermind two.

[ STICKING TO HIS GUNS. You don't get your way all the time just 'cause you're cute. ]

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