[ You've heard this awful voice before. It's unmistakeably the same guy who'd found the secret room not long ago. Or the same guy who was hanging out with the Joker, whatever's more important to Tess. ]
Hey, you've mentioned hot food. I'm interested. Especially if I can participate.
[ No offense but he's certain he's a better cook than most people (or gods) here. ]
voice, day 344, sorry I forgot to put that on the post!
I mean I can cook, I've just had shit luck finding anything that wasn't dry rations so far. Well, if you'll accept the help, of course. Still want that hot meal no matter who makes it.
I mean, I'm not entirely opposed to not doing all the work. It's just that I was a cook back home, before...everything. [Not a lie!] So that was kind of the idea behind offering.
Hey, I can make something for you in exchange then. [ Look how nice he is! Mostly he misses cooking though. He hasn't even found a working stove so far, let alone fresh ingredients. ] So, when're you open?
[Something shifts. It's not quite hitting on, but she gets his drift. She doesn't know much about him aside from has traveled with murderclown, but she's always been an optimistic person in general.]
I mean, the good news is that I do have a couple candles I never get to use.
[And condoms, but she isn't quite crass enough to say so immediately.]
[The Joker is gone. Magenta is gone. It's as good a time as ever for Harley to eat her feelings. Unfortunately, Norfinbury takes some of the fun out of that. But Tess can cook, right? That's what she does when she's not looking for blood offerings.]
sooooo your holiness [How do you address a goddess again?]
You've got pretty good timing, actually. I'm going to the grocery store tomorrow. Meringue isn't happening, easiest ones to do are solid fruits. Apple, cherry, that kind of stuff.
[His voice is rushed and tense, a little gravely from crying and trying to keep his emotions in check.]
Tess? I heard what happened at the bunker and just... when you get this, w-when you're back [when, not if] just, give me a call, please. Let me know you're okay. Let me know you're getting this? Please, and just--
[Aww, this is sweet. She knew there was a reason she liked him. He's so attached. She's not sure she can pull off an impression of the weaker version of herself over video, but text would probably be suspicious.]
Flynn! Hey, yeah. Yeah, I came back. That was...something. That was a lot of something.
[Oh, finally! Flynn looks and sounds a bit bleary-eyed and exhausted – the past couple of days and the fight with Peter yesterday just were a lot – but when her message comes in his face lights up with joyful relief.]
Welcome back. I'm... I'm really glad you're back. Are you okay? Where are you? Do you need anything? Do you know what your death price is, do you need any help?
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