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[notrosecolored]

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[notrosecolored]

[ Yeah that kind of observational skill reminds him of someone. He hasn't pinned down who yet, but someone.

He goes back to making coffee.]

He's from a breeding facility in an alternate reality using my alternate reality self's DNA. Biologically mine, but not someone I raised.

That ham sounds better than I expected.

[ Butter still weird. ]

[swanned]

If you're sure. I don't want to be fucked over by a herb.

[After the 'breeding facility in an alternate reality' comment, that is the thing he chooses to respond to.

He makes sandwiches like he's on a production line, careless but efficient. Butter, cheese and ham, tomato sliced wafer thin. It's a minute before he gets around to saying anything else, although immediately clear he's been thinking in the meantime.]

But you still call him yours?

[notrosecolored]

Given what I saw of you the first time I met you, it wouldn't be the first time plants have fucked you over.

[ Automatic, careless banter while he watches the coffee, gets down a couple of mugs and puts away the few dishes in the dish drainer.

He doesn't hesitate to answer the other question, either. ]

Yeah. I would't say we've got a great relationship, but he's mine.

[swanned]

[Ellery raises one hand in the air without looking back, shaking it in the universal gesture of 'ish'. It doesn't sound like he's Scott's, beyond some kind of instinct to get sentimental about it.]

I'm not some sort of plant whisperer. You caught me on a bad night.

[notrosecolored]

I'd certainly assume if you were some kind of plant whisperer the plant life wouldn't be driving you out of your tent.

[ Dry and wry as fuck and also he's not so much sentimental as... overly responsible.]

[swanned]

P'raps it was just trying to cuddle.

[He smiles, a little, head tipped down as he finishes his work.]

Anything else?

[notrosecolored]

Then it needs an education in consent.

[ But then: ]

Not that I can think of. How do you want your coffee or would you rather drink something else?

[swanned]

Consent's boring. People here try to make everything sound like a set of terms and conditions, or a divorce settlement. I the undersigned consent to getting my back blown out three times a week, as signed and witnessed here on this day the third of whatever, somefuckingtime. Jesus. Enthusiasm's fine for me.

[He turns his head then, blinking as if the coffee is an entirely new thing, despite the room slowly starting to smell bitter and dark as Scott's been making it.

And then he removes Scott's cup.]

I'll have it black. You're not having any until after.

[notrosecolored]

Because you were enthusiastic about the plants crowding you out of your tent [ He snarks back without a single hint of concern.

He pours the coffee - both cups black - and while he refrains from drinking he can't not be a smart-ass yet again ]

Because it'll ruin my appreciation of butter?