5th Card Dealt [Action]

[kineticcajun]

[Gambit is back from his mission today, and, much as he hates to admit it, he's exhausted. It's not often that he gets worn out, but this mission definitely managed it. But still, tired as he is, he's got a few things to attend to before he heads back to his apartment. He just means to knock them out as quickly as he can so that he can knock out as quickly as he can.

And so, early afternoon finds him slipping into the Item Shop, careful not to make a sound on the way in, so he can leave a card - a joker, to be specific - on the counter as a sign that he's gotten back safely. His way back out isn't quite as quiet as he'd been hoping, though, and just before the door shuts, the bell goes off. Merde. So much for that.

Once that's done, it's off to the grocery store. Food. Food is definitely needed before he sleeps. Too hungry not to eat.

After nearly ten minutes of staring blankly at spices - he suspects he may have fallen asleep on his feet - Gambit shakes his head and decides to just grab a can of soup and some instant cornbread. Nevermind cooking. Easy stuff. Quick.

He hates cooking this kind of stuff, but pride be damned, he's too tired.

Eventually, he finds his way through the town and back to CH1 to make aforementioned soup and lurch his way into his apartment to sleep, but it's very slow going. Feel free to run into him anywhere on his journey~]

Comments

[fleurdesel]

I almost wish I had a camera to show you Rems. [Adele chuckles and takes her own can, flicking the top before pulling the tab.]

Mmm? Oh. I think for the most part people call him Obi-Wan or perhaps Obi, but he does not seem to mind my calling him Ben. Why- wait. I know that smile. What are you thinking? That is a thinking smile, Rems.

[Any and all attempts to be stern fail, however, with how much lighter she felt after that fit of laughter and the knowledge that Gambit was safe and home.]

[kineticcajun]

[This is an innocent face, Adele. Except that he's sure you know better because your Remy from back home seems to have the same repertoire of expressions as he does. But he's still assuming the innocent act while he cracks open this can of soda.]

Nothin'. Jus' that I ain't really heard of Jedis bein' much for nicknames.

[Drinking this Dr. Pepper now. Not plotting Valentine's cracks. Nope.]

[fleurdesel]

[Adele is onto you Remy, but. She's too glad you're home to truly press the matter. She simply shakes her head and chuckles, turning her attention to the stew and cornbread.]

He is the first Jedi I have met in person, and he did not seem to mind it, as I said. He is...one of the first friends I've made here, aside from you Remy.

[kineticcajun]

[He'll have mercy. He's too tired to really be at full pestering volume. Some other time. Stew and cornbread for now.]

Haven't run into him yet m'self. Had Luke Skywalker along for the mission, though. He ain't too bad either.

[Having a Jedi for a mission leader is not a bad thing.]

[fleurdesel]

He's around. I think once the weather clears he'll take to jumping from rooftop to rooftop again. [Adele snorts at that, shaking her head. So long as he doesn't fall on his neck again she wouldn't have to worry. Much.]

...I think he still has my scarf.

[Adele nibbles on the cornbread, blinks and stares at it a moment before smiling. Helios, never again will she bother you about how long it takes to bake something. Ever.]

[kineticcajun]

[Adele, you're making it hard to stick to the Don't Crack Jokes thing. They're practically writing themselves. Gambit pauses for a moment, eyeing a spoonful of stew, before he shakes his head. Nope. Leaving it alone. He can do this.]

Not needin' a replacement scarf, are you?

[fleurdesel]

I had one, for a bit. Something pink. I didn't care for it overmuch, but it was warm...I think I lost it in a drinking contest with...[She flips through her journal to the scribbled notes from the weekend she can't remember.] Guy Burgess? Whoever that is. So...I will need to get another one.

[kineticcajun]

[Man, he even missed a drinking contest? The one week he's out of this place...

Pausing just long enough to get another spoonful of stew into his mouth, he gets up, pads over to where he has his coat and winter things hanging up by the door, and comes back with a black scarf, which he puts down next to her. And then it's back to his seat.]

'Til you get the time to grab another one. I ain't goin' back out 'til I've gotten some sleep, so I'm not gonna need it. All yours for now, doc.

[Don't you argue, either. He's set on this.]

[fleurdesel]

[Adele takes a bite of her stew and blinks, following Remy with her eyes until he returns with the scarf. She wants to protest, really, but she knew full well it wouldn't do anything. He'd made up his mind, just as she'd made up hers to feed him today.]

Merci. I'll return it once I have my own again. [And she will return it. With cookies, if Helios and Ginia made them, which they would.]

[kineticcajun]

[Dismissive wave, complete with cornbread. He figures the stubborn fight between them is probably going to keep rolling with who's being stubborn about what, but at least she's accepting it.]

No rush. Seems like we got another cold snap comin' through anyway. Not much motivation to leave my apartment.

[After another swig of soda, he pauses thoughtfully and adds,] Not that it ain't cold enough now anyway.

[fleurdesel]

Not even to see me perform at Cloud Nine with Ginia? [A very recent thing, this, but when Gambit had gone, so had another performer for the club. Ginia had been in need and Adele couldn't say no to an opportunity to play again, no matter how modest the piano.]

To be honest? Bedrest. For at least three days Rems, you were fit to fall asleep on your feet when I saw you and however long you were trying not to sleep on the sofa hasn't done you any favors. So you've an excuse to stay in.

[kineticcajun]

I might make an exception for that. Been a while since I heard any live music.

[Although he gives her a wary look, as if silently sizing her up. He's never been good about listening to doctor's instructions. Friendly advice is one thing, but medical instruction is another.]

...Unless that's doctor's orders 'bout the bedrest.

[fleurdesel]

If you came I would be glad of an appreciative audience.

[Adele sips her beverage without further comment on the matter and sets the can down, brow quirked. Ah, that look. It takes a bit to repress a snide comment on Remy's mental state, he wasn't the man she'd known and wouldn't appreciate it. No, he was younger, prouder, and would better respond to a different approach.]

I would worry about you if you wandered around the village as you were today Rems. Especially if the weather takes a turn for the worse. [She reaches over to take on of her hands in hers, squeezing it.] Just...take a few days to rest. Please?

[kineticcajun]

[Low blow, Adele. Low blow. He sighs.]

You got it. But I oughta be back on my feet my tomorrow.

[fleurdesel]

Let me come by tomorrow to make sure you haven't given yourself a cold first Rems. I'll bring coffee and whatever baked goods I can con Helios into baking. [A soft smirk.] Perhaps even beignets?

[kineticcajun]

[The slight grimace at the thought of a cold is overpowered by the thought of beignets. And then he's grinning despite himself.]

If he's half as good at beignets as he is at cornbread, you won't find me turnin' it down.

[fleurdesel]

Cajun or Parisian, no sane man or woman of french descent ever would. Though, to be honest? [Adele can't help a soft chuckle as she nibbles on her cornbread.] Mm. The best I had? From a Chef that grew up and worked in New Orleans for years before coming to Paris.

[kineticcajun]

'Course. Nobody beats Café du Monde for beignets. [Said with the perfect certainty of a native New Orleans Cajun. There is no doubt in his mind that his home town ranks highest in that category.

Merde. Out of cornbread. Getting himself some more.]

[fleurdesel]

My one regret is never taking the time to visit New Orleans proper. [Well, one regret of many. But it was the only one relevant to the conversation, so she lets it sit at that.

Before she knew it Adele had finished her wedge of cornbread as well, but as she is slighter and taking up various forms of exercise and training again, she feels she doesn't need another. She contents herself with the stew and her soda.]

You can keep the tin of cornbread Rems, don't worry about sending it, or the pot, back with me. We have plenty at the house.

[kineticcajun]

[Remy is slowly starting to wonder just how much of the stew and bread it's going to take before he's not hungry anymore. He glances up at her again, silently considering trying to argue about it, and decides to leave it alone.]

'preciate it. An' let Helios know I said thanks too.

[fleurdesel]

[Adele finishes her own serving quickly and quietly, stacks her dishes for rinsing in the kitchen, and stands to bundle herself up again.] Eat as much as you need Rems. And then? Sleep. I don't want to hear you wandering around the village today.

[As much as she wants to stay and make sure Remy sleeps, she knows full well her company would only make him feel like he should stay up, talk to her, and he needs his rest. She'll talk to him when he's no longer half dead from exhaustion.]

[kineticcajun]

Yes'm. Won't go wanderin' around the village 'til at least tomorrow.

[And he means that, too. Even with his stubborn pride in place, he's too tired to even try sassing her about this. Once he's either full or out of food, he's passing out, thanks.]

[fleurdesel]

Good. And don't vanish on me without saying something. [She finishes buttoning her coat and wraps Remy's scarf around her neck, tugging on her gloves as she walks over. One last check to make sure everything she is taking back to the house is packed up before she stops at Remy's side and gives him one quick squeeze, leaning up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.]

I'm glad your safe.

[One last squeeze and she steps back, clearing her throat.] Rest, Rems. I will see you tomorrow.

[kineticcajun]

[That squeeze once again stirs up some guilt, but he knows it's pointless now to get up in arms over something already said and done. Instead, he just nods, meeting her eye so she knows he's telling the truth.]

Ain't goin' anywhere. 'least not that I know of.

[Grin.] You take it easy too, doc.

[fleurdesel]

I will try. After Stark's fight club? I could use a break. [She chuckles and pats his arm before heading out, comforted by Remy's somewhat promise.]