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[worn_wings]

So anyone find out where those hearts came from?

[ Yeah, this is what it takes to get him to address everyone: not weird transformations of the spaceship, not people turning into alien creatures, not getting stuck on that dead planet. Nope, it's trespassing. Trespassing, and melodramatic littering.

He's put this off, too, but hitting dead ends means it's worth the hassle. Maybe someone knows. ]

I'm not real big on people leavin' dead stuff on my doorstep.

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[dum_spiro]

Best that he not argue, there's no way that would go well. He tried to get her out of her isolation once, gently, in Teleios, and probably they're both far from eager to repeat that experience. Possibly she takes loss even harder than Daryl does, which is saying a lot, it just doesn't seem like it because she keeps everything in while he does the opposite. His way is probably healthier.

"No? That's a shame," she says, reaching in to gather a glob of whipped cream on her finger and then plopping it on his nose, with a winning smile. Your move, sir.

[worn_wings]

(Well, you know you're in trouble when Daryl Dixon's got a healthier grasp on his emotions.)

With a low, totally affected grumble he just scrunches his face a bit to lick it off his nose as best he can. It's an utterly stupid-looking gesture and he's not the least bit self-conscious about it.

[dum_spiro]

(In trouble is relative. She thinks she's quite happy as she is, thanks, and with no pressing need to think otherwise, it'll work for now. Question is how long she can keep it up.)

Laughing triumphantly, she picks up a clean rag and takes pity by planting it, gently, dead center of his face. "You want coffee with it? It's hot enough." She was just drinking some not long ago, still not over the idea of being able to get hooked on caffeine if she wants. So unless he wants to start a food fight -- or continue one, in this case -- she'll agree to behave for now. Long enough to eat, at least. She has an unhealthy love of cobbler.

[worn_wings]

As much fun as it might be to keep mock-squabbling, he's not going to waste the pleasure of fresh whipped cream and hot cobbler. Daryl's disinclined to turn down food, well-- ever, basically. And this is the particularly nice sort.

"'Course."

(Well, he never turns down coffee, either.)

Telling her not to fuss over that isn't going to do much good either, so he just drags a chair over, content to take the moment for what it is, enjoy the luxury of having it.

[dum_spiro]

Definitely wouldn't do a bit of good. Frankly it's a bit of a ploy on her part, since she knows a crash is coming and it'll be easier to handle with caffeine. As he pulls up a chair and digs in, she heads to the coffee machine and quickly pours out two mugs, then pauses for a moment, facing away from Daryl so he won't see her bracing herself on the counter. (He can probably tell, but she's trying.)

In a flash she grabs one of the mugs and downs it, then pauses again while the dizziness passes before refilling the now-empty mug and preparing both their coffee how they like it (she hardly even thinks about making it anymore, it was routine in Teleios and quickly became so here again). Then she makes her way over with the cups, a little slower and a little glassy-eyed, but eating will fix that.