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Cara's Apartment, Tuesday Evening

The thing about not being able to ~~cook~~ bake worth a damn, was that when you got a craving for the nutcakes your girlfriend liked and there weren't any left, you had to go out and buy them. Naturally, there'd also been a sudden glut of customers, so she'd had to wait even longer, since she wasn't allowed to scare them off if she wanted to actually get served.

Still, she'd gotten what she'd gone out for, and now Cara was triumphantly closing the apartment door behind her, content in the knowledge she likely wouldn't have to deal with any more idiots in the near future.

[For she who knows who she is]

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Luckily, Cara was only going to have to deal with her favorite idiot. The one that thought B&E made a thoughtful ~~anniversary~~ gift.

"You don't even have leftover pizza in your fridge," Surreal complained, waltzing in and waving half a frozen waffle at her girlfriend for emphasis. Look, you have your snack foods, Surreal has hers. "It's all mystery leftovers. Even Tersa can label things, although sometimes it's 'yes' or 'no' or 'poisonous stay out.'"

Well, it wasn't like Cara hadn't already figured out which side their little bundle of emotional trauma a few months back got the habit from. She just tended to break the doors down.

"Nothing in there will kill you." Her own attempts at cooking were barely edible, she wasn't going to let food people might actually want to eat go bad.

"I don't know about that, sugar. Pretty sure I can turn some of those into something lethal with very little work," Surreal teased, flopping down bonelessly on the couch to take another big bite of her waffle. "--and since I'm playing hookey, I might as well whip you up some nice additives for your agiels and blades."

"Much as I appreciate watching you work, I prefer not to use poisons," Cara said, reaching across to try and pluck the waffle from her hand. Because stealing Surreal's food always ended well. "Not when they're supposed to be my lunch."

Surreal bared her teeth and held on to her waffle. "Do you even know which box is going to be your lunch tomorrow?" she challenged. Because, Cara, you do not get Surreal's food. Not without a fight.

Technically it was Cara's to begin with. Never mind she'd more or less got them because Surreal liked them, and she was probably going to let her have the lion's share of the nutcakes she'd just bought too. It was the principle of the thing.

"Of course I do," she replied, tugging on the waffle.

It was either get them and know Surreal was probably going to eat them all, or deal with Surreal filling her freezer with them anyway. Really, Cara had a no-win situation on her hands.

"Which one?" she asked suspiciously, not letting go of the waffle yet. "--and can you tell which container it is without opening it?"

"Provided you haven't moved it." Which wasn't out of the question. "The beef and chicken with the noodles and that sweet smelling grass." That would be lemongrass, Cara, which you knew because it was written on the menu.

Since Surreal wasn't going to let the waffle go, Cara smirked triumphantly and bent to try and take a bite out of it instead. Ha.

"I moved everything," Surreal admitted, using her free hand to try and wack Cara's nose like a naughty kitten. "I was looking for the pizza."

Cara gave Surreal her best affronted look, and grabbed for Surreal's wrist with her free hand.

"There wasn't any leftover pizza. There's never leftover pizza." At least not unless there'd been a ridiculous amount of pizza to begin with.

"Did you stop ordering the two-for-ones with the giant-size?" Surreal laughed, and she was going to bite at the fingers trying to restrain her hand, yes. "Or are you training enough that you're not getting slow from all that cheese?"

Cara was completely justified in trying to pin Surreal's wrists, yes. The teeth made it self defence. "Do you know what Mord'Sith do to people who break in, steal our food, and run their smart mouths at us?"

Nothing, because no one was insane enough to do that.

"Nothing, because the only people who do it can be real witches?" Surreal offered sweetly. And yes, showing her teeth. "You really should work on your security, you know."

"Then I guess I'll have to figure out something appropriate to do with you." The only reason Cara was trying to nip at Surreal's lower lip was to show she had teeth too. Only reason. "Why? Bored of that lock already?"

"A ten-year-old could pick those locks," Surreal said, biting back. "It's no wonder you have problems with witch-girls eating your food."

Lily was probably objecting somewhere that she was older than ten. Surreal did not care.

"You should thank me, sugar. For improving your security and helping to clean your icebox."

Lily would point out that she climbed via in the balcony but as far as Cara was concerned she was traumatising and impossible so she didn't get a say.

"Thank you?" Cara finally let go of the waffle so she could tangle the now free hand in Surreal's hair. To teach her a lesson about biting. Yes. That. "And how would I go about doing thanking you?"

She would not be shocked if Surreal's response involved ordering pizza, given how she kept bringing up its lack.

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