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[weirddreams]

The fact that Sam could come back to Itinere and not be himself is very much why their lives are crazier at home then they are here. Everybody will be relieved to see that he isn't soulless or possessed by Lucifer, Meg, or Gadreel upon his return.

That's such a deep way to think about it. Sam could learn a thing or two from Ruby's perspective if she's willing to continue to teach him in indirect and direct ways. There is absolutely not no bone in his body that has any intention of kissing anyone else while she is the light in his eye. It should be a well known fact by now that he has energy like a Duracell battery after eating rather than at any point where it's close to time a to refuel. His heart pitter patters just by looking at her, nodding. Yeah. The movie. He slinks back into the couch before leaning over to grab the closest thing. "Right. Food is fuel." He watches her take a bite of the pasta first then has a spoonful from his. "It's something I helped make up."

[peaceonearth]

Things are practically normal here in comparison, even with the age switches.

She's lived a very long time. It changes a person's perspective. She'll be glad to continue their studies. He's a good student. She knows, more than he, that he will kiss many other people, but she's okay with that because at least when he's here he's got no desire to kiss anyone else. She likes her little Duracell battery. She mock gasps at his comment. "You helped make it up and it doesn't have a single drizzle of chocolate syrup or a gummy bear?" she teases him. After all, the things they made when he was here as a kid were always loaded with sugar. "Careful. Pretty soon it'll have kale in it."

[weirddreams]

He'll take age switching over possession any day.

Maybe they could start with something less orthodox with how he doesn't realize sex brings out his powers. He might be able to handle that he is different if she told him. In steps. Their studies should return to learning to use them one way or another. Ruby will still be the only girl he's ever kissed that is an expert. Her mock gasp prompts him to turn a little red. "Well, no... But you can't microwave gummy bears without a huge mess either. Chocolate syrup on pasta would taste like puke." Oh, he doesn't realize his taste buds are already vastly improving. However, Kale is still pretty out there and his face wants to look at her like she's crazy. "Don't even joke about that. How do I know kale wouldn't taste like puke too."

[peaceonearth]

Ruby will as well. At least Sam is still Sam regardless of his age.

They've got a plan then. He's special, unique and gifted, but yeah, she'll try to explain it to him. It might make it easier to know he's got demon blood in him now that he has accepted her. Well, see has learned how he likes to be kissed. "Hmm, yeah, neither of those sound appetizing," she agrees. His taste buds are maturing and it's interesting to Ruby to be able to be a part of that. "I wouldn't say puke, but bitter...like you think anything that green and leaf looking would taste."

[weirddreams]

So if he's special and gifted, does that make her a natural? Seems like something to distinguish between here. It probably would be easier to explain that he has demon blood in him now rather than before. At the very least it would explain much, including why he feels there is something similar about them. Bold kisses are generally the best kind. "I thought you would agree," he nods because she accepts this knowledge. He's clueless that there's anything to be a part of but happy with her desire to know more about him and his reasoning. He considers what kale would really taste like with Ruby's instinct on the matter. "Okay, maybe... But I think it'd taste like grass. Something like celery is more preferable with peanut butter."

[peaceonearth]

Well, she is a full blooded demon so...yes? In time, he'll probably be able to feel her close by the way she can feel him. His kissing preferences have been noted and filed away in her head. There's a lot that Ruby doesn't know so she'll often accept Sam's knowledge as truth. She wrinkles her nose at the celery and peanut butter comment. "You can have the celery.," she pauses, "and the peanut butter. I don't like the way it sticks to the roof of my mouth or my tongue."

[weirddreams]

The feeling that she is close by may already be there when he is normal but it could be something he imagines too. Sammy has the same sort of feeling, in his head or not. He is just learning these things for himself so she shouldn't accept everything he says when it comes to what he thinks. She can tell him more about herself or test things out. His eyes crackle (light up) at her stuck up reaction. "It's not fun if I get by myself," he informs her (complains). "Next time we do try caramel apples or chocolate bananas. It doesn't have to be celery or peanut butter."

[peaceonearth]

It's not something he imagines, but they'll figure that out later. He needn't worry; she doesn't accept everything he says as fact. She does like to hear his opinion, his thoughts, and his interests. "I don't think we've tried caramel apples," she offers. She's not opposed to trying it. She's just not a peanut butter fan and she does only eat for the taste and texture.

[weirddreams]

Enough about him. He's interested in her interests, her thoughts, and her opinions. The second she share that they hadn't had caramel apples as a couple, he wants to be able to be first version of himself to do it with her. "Would you like to?" Try a caramel apple. "I remember the place that had them. We could probably even make it ourselves." He makes a mental note to save the peanut butter snacks for when he is alone.

[peaceonearth]

Now that he knows the truth about her, she'll be happy to share all of those things. It'd been difficult to talk much about herself when he'd only known a part of what she was. He gets a half crooked smile at his suggestion. "If you want to go now, I'll return your shirt and grab one of my own," she suggests."Otherwise, we can make them here."

[weirddreams]

She could start with her interests sometime in the future. He won't make it as difficult for her to feel heard. Well, he didn't mean now, but he also has a hard time seeing why not. "You tell me. Do you want to make them here?" Because he can probably make them, no problem. Just look it up on the internet, right. He's not in any rush for their time without eyes and ears to end.

[peaceonearth]

"I would 100 percent prefer to make them here," she tells him. They absolutely can look it up on the internet or the ITINernet. "There's the whole shirt thing...and the other people thing." Yeah, she's in no rush for their alone time to end.

[weirddreams]

"I don't really want to leave either," he tells her honestly. They most definitely will have to look it up on the itineret. He glances down at himself as if remembering he's not at swimming pool. Obviously it's not been long since he was starting to forget his own shirtless situation but his cheeks redden behind the dimples from his embarrassed smile. "I would nee my shirt back if we did." He nods. He's in no rush to end making things up to her.

[peaceonearth]

That's something of a relief. She's got no problems bossing Sam around, but it's gratifying when he makes the choice she wants him to make of her own accord. That embarrassed smile is adorable and coaxes one of those satisfied smiles out of her. "Exactly why I'd rather make them here," she confirms. "We'll figure out which ingredients we need and what we've got." And what they need to wish for, though Ruby is reluctant to wish. She'd chance it so they can stay in. She's sure they've got apples simply because she and Sam visit the Farmer's Market every Saturday it's open to keep fresh fruit (and vegetables) in both this apartment and the bunker.

[weirddreams]

It's better that she lets him think that his choices are his own because his confidence will and does indeed grow. They're on the same wave length now. He's able to let of all the second guessing and try to just be himself when they're in agreement. "First we need apples, right." That's the obvious thing. "I don't know about the rest. Maybe we can look it up on the computer. Oh, and we need those stick type things." Sam can do the wishing if Ruby is reluctant. It doesn't mean that he trusts it but he'd do anything for her. Regular Sam would attest to the Farmer's Market being the only place to get the juiciest apples and thus the only place to get them.

[peaceonearth]

"I think that's a pretty good guess," she teases him with a smirk. "There's probably a video," she offers. Ruby's ability to navigate the computer is pretty limited to videos and music. "Popsicle sticks," she agrees with him. She definitely doesn't want any wish consequences falling back on Sam. She'll do the wishing if necessary and she'll take any consequences there are.

[weirddreams]

"I don't know what else," he looks down smiling while doing his best not to be embarrassed with being teased. "We can look it up together if you log in your computer," he chimes back. Sam couldn't care less if her computer skills her were even on the same level as his mother. "Popsicle sticks will work," he agrees with the idea. Nobody told him about any consequences! He wouldn't want the all coming back on her either. It wouldn't be too much out of their way to just go shopping if he was made aware.

[peaceonearth]

She does it with love. In some ways, she's like Dean. Teasing is a show of love for her. "Yeah," she agrees, moving to grab her laptop (something he got her) from where she'd stashed it on top of an end table. She boots it up and slides it across the coffee table for him to take control of it. No, it wouldn't be too much out of their way, but they would have to leave this apartment and neither of them want that. Besides, Ruby isn't sure there are actually any consequences, she just believes that magic has a price.

[weirddreams]

Yeah. When she teases him it's not annoying, first of all. And second it never goes too far because typically it is is received as flirting. "Thanks," he makes sure to tell her before his hands reach across the table to angle so it mostly faces him but the screen can still be watched by Ruby. He uses only one hand to open a window and type in 'caramel apple recipe,' clicking the first one to come up. He scrolls to get to the list and turns his eye to her while only she can tell him if they have everything.

[peaceonearth]

Well, it is flirting so it's good he receives it that way.

She leans in against him so that she can see the screen (and so that she can touch him in a more low-key way). Her eyes flicker to his hand then back to the screen. She studies the ingredient list with a furrowed brow. "I think we've actually got everything." They use heavy cream in their coffee and the rest of it is pantry staples. Yes, she'll have to make a quick wish for popsicle sticks, but that shouldn't cost too much.

[weirddreams]

Since the day he met her, all she's been received as is a little flirty or friendly.

He's happy to make it easier for her to see the screen by turning it more towards her when he's finished typing. At the same time, he rubs his shoulder up against hers (since it's not that low-key) and glances side ways at her for a split second. He memorizes the list while she studies it. "Yeah, and the tools?" Like a pastry brush, which is one of those things that isn't typical of a regular kitchen. He doesn't doubt her but she will have to point this time.

[peaceonearth]

(Totally not low-key). "Something close enough," she answers. She's got a brush she uses for magic when things need to be lightly brushed or painted. It's even silicone because that just makes it easier to clean up. The handle has some runes carved in it that give it that magic boost she needs in spells. I'll get that. It's in the bedroom. You start looking for ingredients and I'll meet you in the kitchen," she suggests.

[weirddreams]

It earns her a goofy smile to be vague on what classifies as close enough. "Then we'll make it work," he promises confidently. It's a small way he hopes to show her that he will try to have faith in her no matter what. No, he won't ask her why it's in her bedroom. The runes, however, may have him curious to their meaning and magical purpose. He has a lot of questions actually about her being a demon that will come up in time.

He points both fingers in the direction of the kitchen and nods. "Okay, I'll start looking for ingredients and wait there." Apples will be the first thing he gathers and eighty percent will be there when she comes back. "We're just missing, uh," he looks over what he has, "we're missing the popsicle sticks and sprinkles."

[peaceonearth]

Sh nods in agreement. They will make it work. She'll explain the runes in the simplest way and she won't come right out and say she's a witch, but she won't lie to him either if he asks. She likes keeping her magic supplies close and locked in a safe space. She'll answer his questions about being a demon when he asks (and about being a witch if that comes up).

It doesn't take her long to enter the kitchen, an olivewood long-handled brush in one hand. She pauses, considering their situation (missing popsicle sticks and sprinkles). "Okay, let me see what I can find," she says as she sets the brush on the counter and moves to some drawers, rummaging in them. "How many sticks do we need? I've got a dozen steel kabob sticks." They'd tried making chicken satay one evening; they had turned out very well. She moves to the pantry and checks behind things, shuffling things around, thinking (but not too hard) about sprinkles. She fishes a bottle that is tipped on it's side out. It's got metallic red sprinkles in it. She's not sure if she wished them up or they were there. She's not going to think to hard about it. "Will these do?" she asks as she turns to face Sam, shaking the bottle at him.

[weirddreams]

For a brush that was in her bedroom it's pretty intricate Sam notes. He nods. The sprinkles are not necessary, but the sticks most definitely are. "Okay, or point me somewhere," he offers but since she feels she can do it herself his eyes look down at where she sets the brush to the handle. He turns his head sideways when she asks how many and he considers the safe option is, "What about all of them?" Any leftovers he thinks can be saved for tomorrow or handed out as a surprise to everybody else. Making only what they need is a lesson for later in life. He watches her move to the other side of the kitchen and thinks the red sprinkles must be on purpose. Red always reminds him of Ruby. "Yeah. Red is the best kind," he tells her, smiling at her.