His expression twists a little. It wasn't disgust, per say, more like the discomfort of a bright light shown on his face. Without proper upkeep back at base, some of the side effects of his mutation were starting to flare up again.
The first time he'd been subject to a nighttime photo, the flash was enough to hurt his eyes pretty bad. And he made sure that the photo was deleted once he could manage to peel his hand off his face. ]
[ To Lottie, she doesn't really smell it. Well, actually, to be fair she's never made a point to smell any can of coke in her life. She can hear it, though, the fizzle and crackle when it's popped open, bottle or otherwise. She can taste it. Her brows crinkle as she approaches, leans her weight onto the back of a chair (the only one with a back, because the other opposite of the tiny table is an ottoman). ]
It doesn't have a smell.
[ Seeing his initial reaction was, is, as she expectedβ it's supposed to be more sugar-y than regular Coca Cola, it's supposed to make your face do that. Except, he didn't make a point to mention that. Miguel talks about a smell, instead. ]
[ cry laughing at this image at mister o'hara desperately trying to be polite while fitting in absolutely none of lottie's furniture
Anyway she just gets rid of the top of her normal Friday Night Chipotle Dinnerβ’ (arguably, still sad), and moves back to her kitchen to find a fork (or two? Is he going to eat?? Does he eat Chipotle?? Would that work for or against his muscle mass gain...). She makes a noise of understanding. ]
βone of those Miguel things, huh?
[ In other words, his weird allergies (not really, but it's easier for her brain to comprehend) due to his even weirder (Spidery, fangy) disposition. ]
Lights are the worst of it. The others are... manageable.
[ The Spiderman Squat got him situated well enough on the chair, but he quickly deduces that supporting himself on the table is going to have their faces awkwardly close to each other. And he refuses to suffer through that. So he will shrimp sit on the ottoman, shoulders hunched. ]
...You want to share?
[ He wasn't expecting two forks to come out. Well. Half a burrito bowl really wouldn't be enough for him to call a dinner, but its not like he had anything else to scurry off to. ]
[ Lottie, in a way, almost feels offended that he didn't think she would share. But then she remembers every other time she would have him perform this trick and then she'd go β yeah, that makes sense. She has a history of eating and simply watching him talk β duh. ]
You did open my coke.
[ She shrugs lightly, really, as nonchalantly as she can before taking the first bite out of the bowl. Then, after she swallows, she raises a brow at him, as if she expects him to do the same. ]
[ 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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His expression twists a little. It wasn't disgust, per say, more like the discomfort of a bright light shown on his face. Without proper upkeep back at base, some of the side effects of his mutation were starting to flare up again.
The first time he'd been subject to a nighttime photo, the flash was enough to hurt his eyes pretty bad. And he made sure that the photo was deleted once he could manage to peel his hand off his face. ]
It smells better than it tastes.
[ The sugariness was quite strong! ]
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It doesn't have a smell.
[ Seeing his initial reaction was, is, as she expectedβ it's supposed to be more sugar-y than regular Coca Cola, it's supposed to make your face do that. Except, he didn't make a point to mention that. Miguel talks about a smell, instead. ]
Why would it have a smell?
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Itβs a carbonated drink. All the gas has a smell.
[ Ugh. Not going to explain genetic splicing and what it does to the senses at Lottie's sad friday night chipotle dinner.]
No, I guess you canβt tell. Scents and Lights can get a bit overwhelming at times.
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Anyway she just gets rid of the top of her normal Friday Night Chipotle Dinnerβ’ (arguably, still sad), and moves back to her kitchen to find a fork (or two? Is he going to eat?? Does he eat Chipotle?? Would that work for or against his muscle mass gain...). She makes a noise of understanding. ]
βone of those Miguel things, huh?
[ In other words, his weird allergies (not really, but it's easier for her brain to comprehend) due to his even weirder (Spidery, fangy) disposition. ]
Is it just scents and lights or like, everything?
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[ The Spiderman Squat got him situated well enough on the chair, but he quickly deduces that supporting himself on the table is going to have their faces awkwardly close to each other. And he refuses to suffer through that. So he will shrimp sit on the ottoman, shoulders hunched. ]
...You want to share?
[ He wasn't expecting two forks to come out. Well. Half a burrito bowl really wouldn't be enough for him to call a dinner, but its not like he had anything else to scurry off to. ]
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You did open my coke.
[ She shrugs lightly, really, as nonchalantly as she can before taking the first bite out of the bowl. Then, after she swallows, she raises a brow at him, as if she expects him to do the same. ]
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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?