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om_mainSteve gets to meet Tim and Tim meets the human lie detector.
There were days when Steve didn't actually feel like cooking. They were few and far between, of course, but they were usually the days when he'd been in the Danger Room for as long as they'd let him, with or without his team or his squad. But not cooking didn't equal cafeteria food. No, he was chopping up strawberries and leftover chicken to create his own salad.
When he heard someone enter the room, he didn't look behind him - not with a knife in his hand - but he did ask, "Would you mind grabbing the spinach? It should be in the bottom of the fridge in a clear plastic container. Thanks." Because presumably whoever was here was already going into the fridge.
Tim raised a brow at the instant request. He grabbed the spinach out as he pulled out the ingredients for a quick protein shake. He slid the spinach along the counter to Steve and moved over to the blender.
It was another minute before Steve had finished chopping and could put down the knife and turn around to look at whoever had given handed him the spinach. He'd half-expected someone he knew, though to be fair, he'd also expected some kind of verbal response so that he'd recognize the voice and he was more than a little surprised to note that he only recognized the boy in passing.
"Hey, thanks. Didn't want to slice any parts I might want off."
Tim looked up from the open blender. "No problem," he said. "Don't multitask with knives. Good rule."
"Right up there with 'don't tuck your gun into your pants," Steve agreed. "Shooting off parts is inadvisable, too."
"Never trust the things you see on TV. It only looks cool because everything's a prop."
Steve couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Know it's not true from experience?" Around here, that was possible. "Or just cynicism?"
"I understand physics," Tim said simply.
"Unexpected answer," Steve said and offered his hand. "Steve Jinks."
Tim hesitated for a fraction and then reached to shake Steve's hand. If people were going to keep offering physical contact at this school, knowing full well that there were a spectrum of touch based powers, he wasn't going to say a thing. If they wanted to be cautious, they should ask before offering. "Tim Drake. Nice to meet you," he said.
The way Steve figured it, people with problematic powers just wouldn't take his offered hand. He wasn't going to be rude and not offer it at all. And he didn't feel anything when Tim touched his hand and could feel the truth behind his words. "You too. You come in for anything specific? I can make enough salad for two." A beat and then he grinned. "It's kind of become habit to feed anyone who comes in while I'm cooking."
Human lie detector. Interesting. Tim would have to keep track of eye contact if he was ever concerned about a topic of conversation. Considering Tim's best practice was to omit, not lie, he didn't think it would be an issue, but at least that was another power to shove into the database.
"That's okay," Tim said. "I was just putting something small together. Thanks for the offer, though."
"No problem. I'm not going for the full five-course meal anyway. Not today, at least. Just some salad." He turned back to his cutting board and finished slicing some of the tomatoes and celery.
"You often put together a five-course?" Tim asked wryly.
"Depends on how many people I'm cooking for, I guess," Steve answered, ignoring the tone. "Or how hungry I happen to be. I might snack along the way."
"Does your mutation come with the high metabolism bonus?" Tim asked, even though he knew the answer. "Seems a common theme around here."
"No. My..." Steve pressed his lips together a bit tightly. "My mother would have said it's because I'm a normal teenaged boy." God, he was still so angry with her.
"Fair enough."
"You've never eaten more than you think most people would eat?" Steve asked.
"Oh, can't say that," Tim said. "It's totally happened, though it becomes less noticeable surrounded by this place."
"You can probably blame the basketball team. I'm always starving when I get out of practice." Of course, there were also the times when he just cooked to give away the food.
"Makes complete sense." Tim moved back to the blender, giving is a quick mix before grabbing his to go cup. "I'm always in and out around a workout."
"Do you play?" Steve asked. Might as well see if he could recruit anyone instead of it all being Cal.
"I've been coaxed, but I usually study while spectating. You'll probably see me around from the sidelines. I let Kon do the group activities."
Steve just shook his head and wondered exactly how long that would last. Probably until someone was out sick and they needed another player. "Good luck with that."
"I know," Tim said wryly. "There's a strong sales pitch. If I keep supplying new players, maybe I'll get to keep my study time."
There were days when Steve didn't actually feel like cooking. They were few and far between, of course, but they were usually the days when he'd been in the Danger Room for as long as they'd let him, with or without his team or his squad. But not cooking didn't equal cafeteria food. No, he was chopping up strawberries and leftover chicken to create his own salad.
When he heard someone enter the room, he didn't look behind him - not with a knife in his hand - but he did ask, "Would you mind grabbing the spinach? It should be in the bottom of the fridge in a clear plastic container. Thanks." Because presumably whoever was here was already going into the fridge.
Tim raised a brow at the instant request. He grabbed the spinach out as he pulled out the ingredients for a quick protein shake. He slid the spinach along the counter to Steve and moved over to the blender.
It was another minute before Steve had finished chopping and could put down the knife and turn around to look at whoever had given handed him the spinach. He'd half-expected someone he knew, though to be fair, he'd also expected some kind of verbal response so that he'd recognize the voice and he was more than a little surprised to note that he only recognized the boy in passing.
"Hey, thanks. Didn't want to slice any parts I might want off."
Tim looked up from the open blender. "No problem," he said. "Don't multitask with knives. Good rule."
"Right up there with 'don't tuck your gun into your pants," Steve agreed. "Shooting off parts is inadvisable, too."
"Never trust the things you see on TV. It only looks cool because everything's a prop."
Steve couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Know it's not true from experience?" Around here, that was possible. "Or just cynicism?"
"I understand physics," Tim said simply.
"Unexpected answer," Steve said and offered his hand. "Steve Jinks."
Tim hesitated for a fraction and then reached to shake Steve's hand. If people were going to keep offering physical contact at this school, knowing full well that there were a spectrum of touch based powers, he wasn't going to say a thing. If they wanted to be cautious, they should ask before offering. "Tim Drake. Nice to meet you," he said.
The way Steve figured it, people with problematic powers just wouldn't take his offered hand. He wasn't going to be rude and not offer it at all. And he didn't feel anything when Tim touched his hand and could feel the truth behind his words. "You too. You come in for anything specific? I can make enough salad for two." A beat and then he grinned. "It's kind of become habit to feed anyone who comes in while I'm cooking."
Human lie detector. Interesting. Tim would have to keep track of eye contact if he was ever concerned about a topic of conversation. Considering Tim's best practice was to omit, not lie, he didn't think it would be an issue, but at least that was another power to shove into the database.
"That's okay," Tim said. "I was just putting something small together. Thanks for the offer, though."
"No problem. I'm not going for the full five-course meal anyway. Not today, at least. Just some salad." He turned back to his cutting board and finished slicing some of the tomatoes and celery.
"You often put together a five-course?" Tim asked wryly.
"Depends on how many people I'm cooking for, I guess," Steve answered, ignoring the tone. "Or how hungry I happen to be. I might snack along the way."
"Does your mutation come with the high metabolism bonus?" Tim asked, even though he knew the answer. "Seems a common theme around here."
"No. My..." Steve pressed his lips together a bit tightly. "My mother would have said it's because I'm a normal teenaged boy." God, he was still so angry with her.
"Fair enough."
"You've never eaten more than you think most people would eat?" Steve asked.
"Oh, can't say that," Tim said. "It's totally happened, though it becomes less noticeable surrounded by this place."
"You can probably blame the basketball team. I'm always starving when I get out of practice." Of course, there were also the times when he just cooked to give away the food.
"Makes complete sense." Tim moved back to the blender, giving is a quick mix before grabbing his to go cup. "I'm always in and out around a workout."
"Do you play?" Steve asked. Might as well see if he could recruit anyone instead of it all being Cal.
"I've been coaxed, but I usually study while spectating. You'll probably see me around from the sidelines. I let Kon do the group activities."
Steve just shook his head and wondered exactly how long that would last. Probably until someone was out sick and they needed another player. "Good luck with that."
"I know," Tim said wryly. "There's a strong sales pitch. If I keep supplying new players, maybe I'll get to keep my study time."
