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I do not know how else to phrase this, so I will be blunt.

I need your help.

[Huh. This is unexpected.]

For what?

Pancakes.

[What?]

You need pancake help?

Yes.

I need to learn how to make them.

I guess I can walk you through it.

Is it for anything in particular?

Yes.

[Siiiiigh.]

Okaaay well if you want to keep it vague and super secretive, do you have the ingredients for it or do you need to pick those up?

I can retrieve what is needed.

Do you have a list?

Flour, salt, sugar, baking powder, eggs and milk. Pancakes don't need a whole lot unless you want to make them fancy.

So. Next question is do you want them to be fancy pancakes and if so, what flavour?

Also, syrup is a thing.

[ There is a long pause. ]

Does York have a particular flavor he prefers?

[Oh. Oooooooh. Is that what's going on here? It would certainly explain the level of showboating York was doing during their sparring match; and Connie doubted Tucker had managed to work his...whatever, she wasn't going to call it charm, on very many people so soon. Which left Locus and a handful of others. None of which fit a particular stolen hoodie she's spotted York wearing every now and again except for him.]

He has a few. How confident are you in cooking?

I can follow directions.

[ But it's been a long while since he's been in the kitchen in earnest. Not since he was a child, helping his grandmother.

Still. How hard could it be. ]

Alright. York is less likely to swing by my room in the crew quarters than my cottage, and I've got enough kitchenware still there from the last time I made pancakes.

Bring the things I listed out and I'll have the flavour things ready.

Meet me there in 10?

Acknowledged.

[Well, that's that. Slipping her omnicom into her pocket she takes a few minutes to grab a spare frying pan from her cottage kitchen before she heads off. Her quarters should still have cinnamon, syrup and- if Locus can't manage a good cinnamon swirl, they can always fall back on strawberries and jam pancakes. Then again, Connie's never known York to turn away good pancakes.

Leaving the door unlocked, Connie sets about preparing the kitchen counter, bringing out mixing bowls, measuring cups and spoons.]

[ It's not long at all before Locus makes his way to her. Out of his armor, of course. This sort of task doesn't seem as though it would require quite that level of protection.

In tow is a sack containing the ingredients she's mentioned, carefully placed on the kitchen counter as he begins to unpack them one by one. His eyes dart towards Connie. ]

...I appreciate your help.

[Connie greets him with a nod and a small smile, turning to the cupboards to pull out a few jars of spices out to set on the counter along the base ingredients.]

It's been a while since anyone asked for it, and pancakes are easy to swing. I'm happy to help.

[Once it's all set out she turns to give her hands a quick wash, calling over her shoulder.]

So. Is this practice for later or do you need these for later today?

[ Locus gives the ingredients a thoughtful frown, brow furrowing. ]

I suppose that depends on how well these turn out.

[ He doesn't expect his first try to turn out the best, but if they wind up acceptable...perhaps he'll take them over after all. ]

[Connie bites back a comment that would no doubt jinx their efforts, instead giving him a thoughtful nod. So the pancakes aren't really a special occasion thing, then? Still, it's a sweet gesture for York.]

We'll start with a small batch, see how you do with a basic pancake and work up from there. I've got no plans for today so I can help you as long as you need.

[And she knows a few people who wouldn't turn down free pancakes. If they're covered with enough syrup or nutella it doesn't really matter if they're a little burnt or underdone.]

Would you rather I instruct you or you follow along with your own batch?

I believe doing as you do would be the quickest and most efficient way to learn.

[ Pancakes, your delicious secrets will be his.

He stands at the ready, watching her. Their encounters have been few, outside the training room, but she seems...competent. Reasonable. She also has York's best interests at heart. Three very good points in her favor. ]

Good thing I brought an extra set of everything.

[Connie slides the bowls over to Locus with a set of measuring utensils and pulls the second set in front of her. Dry ingredients first, the flour, baking powder, sugar and salt go into a large bowl and she lists them each along with their measurements as she does. All of these get a quick stir to mix them evenly together.]

If you don't mind my asking, what made you pick pancakes?

[ He's an attentive student, watching her and listening, adding as precisely as he can. He's got steady hands and a good eye, so following along isn't terribly difficult. He just has to remember to stir gently. ]

...Tucker suggested it, as a matter of fact.

[ A good suggestion out of the aqua sim trooper. Who would have thought it possible? ]

[He learns quickly, Connie nods as she watches his progress, only leaning over a little when the time comes to mix the wet and dry ingredients together. If there's a little well in the flour mixture to pour the wet into it makes it easier to stir in without splattering everything everywhere.

When Locus mentions Tucker she snorts softly in surprise.]

Huh. Good to know he's got a little sense under all the pick up lines. Food's a safe bet, and Taylor loves breakfast food.

[Connie gives her combined batter another good whisk before tipping the bowl a little in Locus' direction so he can match the consistency.]

How about you?

It's a facade. To a degree. I recognize it well enough.

[ False bravado that comes to feel so lived-in its no longer a question, even to yourself? Yeah. He knows a thing or two about that. Seen it enough times to know it. But Tucker isn't malicious in its use, at the very least.

Pausing to take note of the pattern and pace of her whisking, he sets about following in her example. Alright. Doesn't seem too difficult yet. ]

...I enjoyed the pancakes you made the last time.

I got that feeling, too. We...had a pretty good conversation when he first got here.

[And at a point they got to talk actual business. And...well, family talk, in a way. Connie found out what Carolina and Wash were doing and honestly, retirement would do them good.

She smiles a little.]

I'm glad you liked them. It was fun seeing what might surprise you.

It was suggested that I try to be more sociable.

[ There's small huff as he turns to look at her. ]

It has not been easy.

[ Even after things around his Legacy started to die down. ]

[Connie snorts a small dry chuckle, not at Locus but in understanding of where he's coming from.]

You seem like you like your privacy, nothing wrong with that, especially here where everyone's more nosy than what's good for them.

[Those damn Legacies. Connie can imagine how terrible it must feel to have ones' life, triumphs and failures all on display for the public consumption, nevermind the social backlash.]

But you've been making it out to the movie nights, right? And the tag-team training was fun, even if that was something of an unofficial gathering. Your sword work is impressive.

As was your form and technique. It was a pleasure to watch.

[ Even if she was paired against York, and giving him a hard time in the process. Anyone with that sort of skill was to be admired, regardless of the circumstance. ]

I doubt I will engage anyone but Tucker with the sword. But I would not mind sparring against you in the future.

[ Seems as though they've latched onto a topic he's comfortable with, after all. ]

There's a lot you can learn from a group training session. God knows we all have different fighting styles and specialties.

[Once the batter is done, Connie starts mixing together a simple cinnamon sugar and butter mixture in a small bowl. Once it's all blended together she spoons it into a sandwich bag and snips a corner to turn it into a piping bag. They'll get to that after she tests his basic pancake cooking skills.

Which means, time to turn on the stove and heat up the frying pans.]

Those swords are certainly unique. I wouldn't trust anything in the training room arsenal to stand up to them reliably, but if we both use vanilla weaponry I'd be up for it.

I would like that.

[ A faint tick showed in the corner of his mouth -- look who's had practice letting his emotions rise to the surface -- as he turns to more fully observe her. The temperature, the treatment of the pan beforehand. ]

Do you know what they are? Those swords.

[Connie flashes him a quick grin in reply before pouring out a spoonful of batter into her pan. The first pancake is always a throw-away, in a sense. See if the pan's hot enough, if there's enough or too much butter to get each side uniformly golden. Tapping a finger along the pan's handle she silently counts the seconds until small bubbles coat the top side of the pancake, a thin line of darkening tan hinting to the bottom side. With a flick of her wrist she flips the pancake over, counting again as the other side cooks to completion.]

My guess is that they're alien made, but I've never seen them before. Tucker said something about being the 'Chosen One' but didn't go into detail about what that actually meant. I'm curious about them, though.

[Care to share a little, Locus?]

[ He halts long enough to watch her progress. What she's waiting for isn't exactly clear, but he's trying to pick up what he can regardless, counting out the time in his head.

That should be sufficient to go on. ]

They are alien in make, yes. Weapons as well as keys, meant to wielded by a 'true warrior'. It seems that on planets of significance to them, one key would be stored that could activate certain temples and trials. The key would be bound to the one who wielded it...until that person's death. Then, the next to hold the sword would be its champion.

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