[ well. okay. in lieu of his only other activity being skulking around in a dark room trying to fix his travel gadget, he will sit and eat with Lottie. Miguel isn't immune to wanting a temporary salve for feeling lonely and far away from home.
It wasn't bad, for what it was. The seasoning was varied enough, and it certainly beat other things one could be grabbing in a pinch. He points at the beans with his fork. ]
It isn't that hard to make these yourself, if you were wondering.
[ It wasn't all too bad, arguably chipotle is good just to have something easy prepared for you and easy leftovers for later.. Which is the prime reason she got it, anyway, not particularly because she's a fanatic. Lottie's watching (read: mindlessly clicking) through some instagram stories when he pipes up again, and her brows furrow. Then, lift.
Her eyes lower just to confirmβ oh, yes, beans. She takes a sip from the bottle, after putting her phone flat down on the table. ]
I've never done it but it doesn't look hard. [ She gestures with her fork his way, agreeing. But also probably vaguely worrying him when she follows that up with: ] I mean they sell 'em in cans.
[ HE'S... Not wrong in his assumption. As much as Lottie loves anything Onion and Garlic related she actually hasn't touched either of them for too long. ]
Of course I have! Just.. A really long time ago.
[ And judging by her own fork being shoved into the bowl, probably not well. She takes a bite as she squints in his direction before a thought abruptly hits herβ ]
Are you gonna teach me?? I feel like you're gonna teach me.
[ Him avoiding both an answer and eye contact is kind of perfect, because Lottie is using the excuse of sipping that bottle of coke for her own reason why she can't answer. Truthfully? No, she doesn't want to. Maybe.
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[ well. okay. in lieu of his only other activity being skulking around in a dark room trying to fix his travel gadget, he will sit and eat with Lottie. Miguel isn't immune to wanting a temporary salve for feeling lonely and far away from home.
It wasn't bad, for what it was. The seasoning was varied enough, and it certainly beat other things one could be grabbing in a pinch. He points at the beans with his fork. ]
It isn't that hard to make these yourself, if you were wondering.
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Her eyes lower just to confirmβ oh, yes, beans. She takes a sip from the bottle, after putting her phone flat down on the table. ]
I've never done it but it doesn't look hard. [ She gestures with her fork his way, agreeing. But also probably vaguely worrying him when she follows that up with: ] I mean they sell 'em in cans.
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[ fork twirl for emphasis ]
Some pepper and onion will do. Have you ever diced an onion?
[ he suspects that she's never felt the character-building, sulfuric acid sting of cutting an onion. ]
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Of course I have! Just.. A really long time ago.
[ And judging by her own fork being shoved into the bowl, probably not well. She takes a bite as she squints in his direction before a thought abruptly hits herβ ]
Are you gonna teach me?? I feel like you're gonna teach me.
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[ said sternly, hesitant to commit to something like that. Teaching someone a recipe? That can be misconstrued as doing something nice for a friend.
He'll eat some more Chipotle to avoid giving her a straight answer instead. ]
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But if she says yes, she gets tasty free food. ]
Yeah, if you say it's that easy. Why not?