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dreamwritersTitle: Marl's Birthday Part 1
Word Count: 361
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Original: More Than One (NaNo2015)
Pairings (if any): n/a
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): none
Summary: Sandra brings Marl to the bookstore for a present.
Sentence: I will never know for sure exactly where I come from. (Melody for Murder by Carolyn Marie Wilkins)
Sentence included? Y/N: Y
Sandra grins at Marl, stepping into the bookstore with him. "Happy Birthday! Pick out some things for yourself."
She watches as he immediately beelines toward the cookbook aisles of the store and tails him. She's not surprised by that at all. Marl's element is the kitchen because it's familiar.
She knows he identifies as an alien of some flavor, though he'd admitted once during a rough patch, "I will never know for sure exactly where I come from. I know what I look like. I know that cooking and sharing meals is considered intimate wherever I'm from. I know I came here because I can do housework and survive... But, I still don't know where I'm from. Nothing in this world really matches up."
At the time she hadn't known exactly how to respond to it (it's a common response to their experience), but they're good friends and she accepts them as they request her to and she supposes that's the important bit.
When she arrives, she notes that he's pulled a few different cookbooks off the shelves: one mixed fandom, several space-fandom specific, and one kosher cookbook geared toward children.
He flips slowly through each of the space-fandom specific books first. Shelves two with a frown, holds onto the other two. He looks over at her. "Do I have a price cap for this gift?"
She hums. "If you promise you'll use them and don't plan on clearing out the whole cookbook aisle, then no, there's no price cap."
"Thanks. I'll cook tonight!"
She chuckles at that and corrects him. "Tomorrow. You can cook for me tomorrow. I told you we're going out to dinner after I bought you a present, remember?"
"I forgot. Sorry. But okay, tomorrow, I'll cook."
"Those all the cookbooks you want?"
He flips through the remaining books he has and then nods. "Yeah."
"Okay." She holds out her hands so that he gives her the books. "Go wait for me at the bench by the entrance. I'll go pay for these. Then we'll figure out where we'll go for dinner. Think about what you want."
He nods heading back toward the entrance of the store.
Word Count: 361
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Original: More Than One (NaNo2015)
Pairings (if any): n/a
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): none
Summary: Sandra brings Marl to the bookstore for a present.
Sentence: I will never know for sure exactly where I come from. (Melody for Murder by Carolyn Marie Wilkins)
Sentence included? Y/N: Y
Sandra grins at Marl, stepping into the bookstore with him. "Happy Birthday! Pick out some things for yourself."
She watches as he immediately beelines toward the cookbook aisles of the store and tails him. She's not surprised by that at all. Marl's element is the kitchen because it's familiar.
She knows he identifies as an alien of some flavor, though he'd admitted once during a rough patch, "I will never know for sure exactly where I come from. I know what I look like. I know that cooking and sharing meals is considered intimate wherever I'm from. I know I came here because I can do housework and survive... But, I still don't know where I'm from. Nothing in this world really matches up."
At the time she hadn't known exactly how to respond to it (it's a common response to their experience), but they're good friends and she accepts them as they request her to and she supposes that's the important bit.
When she arrives, she notes that he's pulled a few different cookbooks off the shelves: one mixed fandom, several space-fandom specific, and one kosher cookbook geared toward children.
He flips slowly through each of the space-fandom specific books first. Shelves two with a frown, holds onto the other two. He looks over at her. "Do I have a price cap for this gift?"
She hums. "If you promise you'll use them and don't plan on clearing out the whole cookbook aisle, then no, there's no price cap."
"Thanks. I'll cook tonight!"
She chuckles at that and corrects him. "Tomorrow. You can cook for me tomorrow. I told you we're going out to dinner after I bought you a present, remember?"
"I forgot. Sorry. But okay, tomorrow, I'll cook."
"Those all the cookbooks you want?"
He flips through the remaining books he has and then nods. "Yeah."
"Okay." She holds out her hands so that he gives her the books. "Go wait for me at the bench by the entrance. I'll go pay for these. Then we'll figure out where we'll go for dinner. Think about what you want."
He nods heading back toward the entrance of the store.