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[ The first few times he was not all in his head and the puppy brushed on by, York flinched and swore and tried NOT to swear at the same time because kid. Sort of kid. In the house.

Now he just blinks down at the pup and drops a hand down to scratch at his ears. The dog's okay by him. He doesn't judge York's life choices. ]

New years? There are going to be parties all over the Dome- Hey T-man.

[ York extends a closed fist in Theta's direction for a bump. ]

And you should totally have one. They're amazing.

[ The dog doesn't judge anyone's life choices so long as he gets food and attention, in that order. And he is perfectly content to sit where York cans scratch him until the attention stops. Look at the little purple tail wag. ]

I haven't had that yet? It smells good.

[ York gets a smile and a fist bump as Theta sits at the table. That would be a yes. He's still in "try everything" mode when it comes to food and so far sense of smell has been a pretty decent indicator...]

[ Two pancakes go on each plate and North sets them down on the table. Butter, syrup, and utensils are set down in addition before North returns his attention to the task at hand. ]

What do you think, Theta? Are you all right if I stay out late with York one night next week? We can make sure Delta and Malcolm will be home, whenever it is.

They smell good cuz they are good. Rule of thumb in this house- if anyone but me cooks it? Probably good.

[ He's never really cared that the stuff he throws together for just himself isn't the best- food is food. You put it in your food hole and use it to keep going through the day without passing out.

The pancakes get a tab of butter on them for York and a nudge of the syrup to Theta. Syrup makes all things taste good and teen bodies live off sugar. ]

Just for a couple of hours. We'll be home before, what? Two in the morning?

Maybe you could make something, and that'll be my reference point for bad?

[ He's joking, but only partly so. It's best not to take him up on that really.

He ends up pouring a little syrup on the edge of the plate so he can try it both with and without, and takes that time to think it over. ]

I think its okay... [ Not great, but okay. He'll have company, and he might try to stay up till North gets back, but it's not like he has to be up at a certain time so it should be fine. ]

[ Hearing Theta's tone he feels a little unsure about going through with it. He can have plenty of fun here at the house without getting drunk or anything like that. He casts his gaze on Theta with a serious look. ]

I'm only going to go if you're sure.

See but then I'll do it and it'll turn out half decent and you won't know what bad really is.

[ Only half decent, though. He turns his attention back to the pancakes, cutting a slice and sighing. Now this. THIS is peanut butter and banana. No lie. ]

We don't have to. Maybe another time, yeah? We got plenty of that here. What we COULD do next week is have a sit in, order pizza, and watch movies.

If Im not alone, its fine. [ Hey, dont make him second guess himself. He's making eye contact just to convince you he's okay North, don't do it. He will change his mind if you press enough.

And back to the much nicer conversation topic: ]

Maybe I should find MREs...

[ If theres anything human soldiers complain about, its those right? ]

You won't be. We'll make sure of that.

[ A night on the town sounds good. He offers Theta a comforting smile, though it does make him just a touch nervous, the idea of leaving him behind. ]

MREs? [ He laughs. ] For comparison's sake?

Hey. HEY. I cook BETTER than MRE's, Okay? Those things aren't food. They're punishment in a tin.

[ They taste of pain. Of pain and sorrow. ]

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