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[reachnotflexibility]

Hey. I'm looking for someone who can cook dextro. Or could learn to. My race can't eat normal food so I need someone who can cook with dextro aminos instead, and the sooner the better. I'm running low on rations over here.

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[captain_by_the_book]

Thank you, I will.

And I'll cook for you. I said I would. Do you have an apartment? I'm still in the barracks.

[ He means Commonspace. ]

[reachnotflexibility]

[Garrus blinks. This place has a barracks? He didn't remember seeing that on the map. Looks like Cassian's going to have to come to him.]

I'm still living in the Commonspace.

[captain_by_the_book]

Yes, so do I. Barracks. Commonspace. I think of it as barracks, since it looks a lot like my quarters on base.

It's functional enough, better than my quarters, but I'd like to have a proper kitchen.

did I miss the memo about commonspace not having a kitchen? You're the 3rd person to mention it

[reachnotflexibility]

[Well that made sense if you squinted.]

We had a full kitchen with a chef aboard the Normandy so I never really thought about it before. I guess it is missing a few amenities.

[captain_by_the_book]

Maybe I'm pickier than most, since I like to cook in my free time. It's one of the few hobbies I have that aren't related to my work in any way. Cooking is relaxing. You create something, you don't destroy.

[reachnotflexibility]

I guess. I prefer to spend my time upgrading my weapons. There's something soothing about calibrations.

[captain_by_the_book]

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy working on my weapons, but it's nice to do something unrelated to work every now and then. Cleaning blasters is relaxing, I'll give you that, especially the A280-CFE. It's a shame I didn't bring it. You would have appreciated it.

[ Although possibly only until realizing it's a sniper's rifle. ]

[reachnotflexibility]

[Snipers are Garrus' favorite, actually.]

I don't think we have that model where I'm from and, believe me, I would know.

Tinkering doesn't have to be work related, but I see your point. If I'm really looking for a night off, I usually just have a drink or two and relax.

[captain_by_the_book]

[ Flattery will get you everywhere, Garrus. ]

Yeah, see, that's the problem, I don't like to socialize. It would be more accurate to say I avoid it whenever possible. And drinking alone is miserable. I'm not that pathetic yet.

For me it's the kitchen. Still wielding a knife, but for peaceful purposes. It's a good compromise.

[reachnotflexibility]

[Garrus only flatters unintentionally.]

To each their own. But it's not like I go out on a binge. Just a friend or two. Relax, tell war stories, you know. You should try it sometime. Might even make you happy for a change.

[Garrus. Stop. He doesn't get humor when it's right in front of him why would he get it via text.]

[captain_by_the_book]

Happy from socializing... That sounds disturbing.

I can't share details of my war stories, so there's no point to it anyway.

[ No, he doesn't get it. Or at least doesn't think it's funny. ]

[reachnotflexibility]

[Was that sarcasm, or was he serious? Garrus'll never know.]

Oh come on. What harm could telling me about your more exciting adventures do? It's not like I'm going to report you.

You know what? I'll start. Have I ever told you about the Mako?

[captain_by_the_book]

[ Siiigh. Looks like he's not getting out of this one. And damn you for using his nosiness against him. ]

No, I don't think you've ever told me about them. Or about much at all that happened at home.

Maybe I can share a few things.

[reachnotflexibility]

See? It's easy. Why don't you come over and figure out dextro meals while we talk?

[He had forgotten the basis of their conversation for a minute there.]

[captain_by_the_book]

[That makes two of them.]

Fine. I haven't got anything urgent scheduled for today. I can be right over.

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[reachnotflexibility]

Okay. See you soon.

[Probably really soon, since Cassian lives in the same building. He glances around his place. It's not super neat; there are some gun parts spread across the table (he's forever improving things) and his sniper is leaning against the wall by the window, but beyond that it's not too bad.

The Archangel helmet has to go, though, so he throws that under the bed; he's have to remember to get a box or something for it at some point. He's never had company before, not even on Omega especially not on Omega so it's never been a problem before, but if there's a chance this might happen again he needs to be prepared. Would getting a retina scanner on the box be going overboard?

He's a little wrapped up in his thoughts, so Cassian had best knock loudly if he wants to come in.]

[captain_by_the_book]

[ He drops by very soon indeed, and he knocks softly at first, then a lot louder when he realizes Garrus doesn't seem to be paying attention.

Cassian is looking rather relaxed right now, dressed in the pale uniform shirt and military fatigues he arrived in he feels about as much himself as he can be in this place. The bag with kitchen utensils he is carrying is certainly not military standard, and he holds it up as soon as the door is opened to him. ]

I'm not sure what tools you have at your disposal, but I need some decent knives, for one thing.

[ That isn't odd. Don't question it, Garrus. ]

[reachnotflexibility]

[It's not odd at all; man needs some blades so he can cook.

Garrus, on his part, is still in his armor; he really needs to find someone to make some casual wear for him. He motions for Cassian to come in, and closes the door behind him.]

I don't have much. Just whatever's in that drawer.

[ Whatever was left behind by the previous owner, really. Garrus wasn't kidding when he said he didn't know much about cooking. ]

When I need a blade I usually just use my omni-tool.

[ He lifts his arm and shows Cassian the blade the tool's mini fabricator can produce; the air around it is instantly warm. It's very clearly not meant for chefs work. ]

[captain_by_the_book]

[Cassian gives the omni-tool a long hard look, before slowly lifting his eyes to meet Garrus'.]

No, that's not suited to chopping vegetables... unless you'd like them grilled in the same step. Which, I guess, you could.

[It could be interesting, at a time when he doesn't have to navigate cooking for an alien already. But for now the blade holds his attention.]

I don't think I've ever seen a weapon like that. What kind of blade is that?

[And he's also taken note of the sniper's rifle, his eyes flicker to that though he tries not to. It's a beauty, and he misses his own.]

[reachnotflexibility]

It's not really a weapon. It's an omni-tool. It's mostly used for decrypting data, communications, hacking, analyzing, you know, tech stuff. It also has a mini-fabricator in it. Which is where the blade comes in. I don't use it much, in case you hadn't noticed.

[He sees you eying his baby, Cassian.]

I take it you're a fan of snipers?

[captain_by_the_book]

[He nods, in awe with the versatility of the omni-tool, but... The rifle. It just can't compare to the fascination of the rifle.]

I know to appreciate a weapon as fine as this one.

[He walks a little closer for a good look, but no matter how much he craves to, he is reluctant to pick it up without express permission.]

I don't use an express sniper rifle, I use a modular blaster which can be reconfigured into a sniper rifle, but this is very nice. It must have quite the reach...

[reachnotflexibility]

[Garrus grins, picking up the gun,and holding it as if he were aiming it.]

This is an M-92 Mantis. She's a powerful single shot, and that's before my modifications. Little slow to fire, but that only matters if you miss.

[He passes it to Cassian, an honor not many people get. He doesn't have to tell him to be careful with it; the man clearly appreciates weaponry. He'll ask to see Cassian's once he's finished with his. He has no idea what a modular blaster is, but he's always looking for some new weapons tech.]