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[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.

[peaceonearth]

She uses it for some pretty intricate stuff. Or at least its meant for pretty intricate stuff. She's used it for pretty mundane stuff here. "The kabob sticks are in the second drawer next to the stove," she directs him while she rummages in the pantry. "If we end up with too many we'll take them to the bunker. Dean will eat at least three. probably more if we let him," Ruby responds. The red sprinkles are absolutely on purpose. She knows he likes red and her.

"Smart boy," she tells him with an approving smile as she sets the sprinkles on the island and squats down to get a sauce pan out of the cabinet. She puts it on the stove and turns on the gas. "We'll start with the butter."

[weirddreams]

He'll need to ask her what the sigil on the brush means later. Sam turns to the drawers next to the stove when she directs them and pulls open the second one to fish for the kabob sticks. Him and Ruby are on the same page. "I was thinking everybody could get one. Dean doesn't need more than two," he tells her what he's thinking. She's a woman that looks good in red indeed.

Sam ducks his head when she calls him that, turning a little red. Ruby's more than welcome to take charge but he moves to stand next to her at the stove with everything he's gathered. He passes the butter, lays out the rest in order from first to last. "I grabbed the real butter too." He doesn't feel he needs to say he likes the luxury or that it's completely awesome for something to be real.

[peaceonearth]

Balance, smoothness, even layers, continuity. She smirks at that. "He probably doesn't need more than one, but he's a brat with great food hoarding skills," she quips. "We'll hand them out then surprise him with the second one," she offers.

He should be aware that she is incredibly attracted to his intelligence. The stick of butter goes into the pan and Ruby stirs it gently with a rubber spatula. Once that's melted, she starts adding the sugar slowly. "Real butter is the best," she agrees. Yes, she knows it's a luxury. "We had a couple of cows when I was a kid. My mom used to make butter."

[weirddreams]

"Maybe we should stay here until we eat enough to leave everybody with one," he considers aloud, mostly jokingly. Though he wouldn't mind at all if Dean got more than his fair share as long as everybody can get one.

What about his intelligence is she attracted to right now. His decision to get real butter? Ruby doesn't seem the type to eat anything less that high quality so he guessed he'd have to pass on the Becel in the fridge. She should know that her skill in moving through the steps without looking at the recipe is something he adds to the list of what he finds attractive. "You did? On a farm or an acreage? What was it like growing up, um.." She knows, like a long time ago.

[peaceonearth]

Ruby hums in response to his solution then gives him a wicked look. "Oh, we're staying here for a while, but we're not spending all our time eating caramel apples. At least not all of it."

It's more a general sort of intelligence that she knows he has than anything in particular, but right now his curiosity and his willingness to try new things and learn are very attractive. Lucy has informed Ruby before that if you're not cooking with real butter then it's a sham. Ruby doesn't exactly understand this, but she prefers real butter because she knows how it's made and what goes into it. Well, recipes and magic spells aren't that different. She's done this sort of thing a lot and the recipe isn't that complicated. Once the sugar is melted, she'll have to glance at it, but she's pretty sure heavy cream gets added next. She glances over at him and considers his question a moment. "There was a lot less free time. Everyone worked at doing something: milking cows, churning butter, baking bread, chopping wood, hauling water, doing something in the garden. There was a lot less bathing, which is pretty gross now, but seventy-five percent of the reason the Black Plague wiped everyone out had to do with hygiene. We just didn't know it at the time because hot water was a luxury and soap was used to wash things that actually looked or smelled dirty."

[weirddreams]

Sam hears something more sing song in her response and her wicked look on him makes him feel bashful. "No, of course not. I just mean that we could if we wanted to."

He's always been open to try new things, but it goes without saying that Ruby fuels his desire to learn whatever she has to teach. Lucy may want to tell Sam that because the Becel in the fridge is his. He believes it is much better for one's health when he is older. There's a whole science that goes into it and he could explain it to Ruby sometime. He glances with her over at the screen when she does then turns to her when her eyes fall on him. "I guess that makes sense. I learned about that in the seventh grade and now most households have a shower and a bar of soap. What do you like about this place?"