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[caroflower]

Caro likes Weyoun quite a bit, but she's had just about enough. Since he appeared on her doorstep, he just keeps... finding things for them to do. That's actually probably kind of him, since Caro's life doesn't look very interesting from an outside perspective. But. But. He's been here three days now, and she hasn't had a chance to go see Walter once. She hasn't even been able to leave him any food, because Weyoun keeps cooking. He's a good cook, but Caro's not about to take Walter something Weyoun made.

So Caro grumps into the kitchen early enough to waylay Weyoun before he can start making whatever he was going to make today.

"Let me cook today, okay?" she says rather shortly. Oops, that's ruder than she meant to be. Let's try that again. "Sorry, it's not that I don't appreciate you cooking, just... let me do it today. Please."

There's something kind of irritating about having to ask to use your own kitchen, but Caro's willing to let it slide if Weyoun will decline to give her grief about this.

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[weyountrinket]

Weyoun doesn't really mean to make a pest of himself, not to Caro at least. He's just not particularly good at not doing much or slowing down pretty much ever. Of course he figures she'll tell him to go do something else eventually, but that doesn't... quite happen.

When she does finally ask him to not to cook, he's happy to acquiesce. He enjoys cooking, really, and doesn't get to do it enough. And it is the polite thing to do to repay her hospitality, but he's hardly king of her kitchen now. Even though that is the room of her house that he's most comfortable in so far.

"It's quite alright," He laughs a bit and goes to settle somewhere out of the way. "I am more than happy to take the day off."

[caroflower]

"Oh. Okay, thanks." Caro had been expecting more of an argument, somehow. Well, she's not complaining. Not about that, anyway.

She gets to work on some stew. Yeah, yeah, she makes stew a lot. But she doesn't really want to show up at Walter's with any of the things she's watched Weyoun make, even though she could probably replicate at least some of them pretty well. And uh, not that she'll admit it to anyone ever, but she's making a variation on a particular stew. She's a little bit disgusted with herself to be honest, but not enough to keep her from making this.

She does, however, make use of some of the mountain of ingredients and cooking supplies Weyoun keeps bringing in. She figures cornbread probably would go well with this stew. Hopefully she doesn't fuck up the cornbread.

She's still kind of grumpy and not super talkative, so she doesn't go out of her way to make conversation like she normally might. She'll respond to anything Weyoun might ask, though.

[weyountrinket]

Weyoun is content to mostly just watch again as she prepares the stew and... cornbread, apparently? He thinks it's kind of adorable that she mostly sticks to stew, from what he's seen.

"What kind are you making this time?" Because he's curious and does prefer to ask instead of watch and assume.

And... yes, he has kind of ended up stocking her kitchen with all kinds of things but he's considerably more adventurous with his cooking. He supposes that's the benefit of being able to know if what you make is inedible you probably won't go hungry because of it.

[caroflower]

"Brunswick I think it's called," Caro replies without looking. "I've made it before, I'm just not sure on the name."

After a moment she adds, "Never made the cornbread before, though." She's not sure why she volunteers that information, but oh well.

[weyountrinket]

"That one is actually entirely new to me, I believe." Oh Weyoun is definitely interested now. He may be making a list of ingredients and instructions for the recipe in his head as he watches her work. He may never, ever use this, who knows. He just enjoys learning new foods.

"I think you'll do just fine on the cornbread." That he actually has some experience on, if not a terribly large amount. It was something most he'd cooked for had seen as too... provincial for their tastes. Their loss. "You are rather fond of stews, though. Any particular reason? If you don't mind me asking, of course."

[caroflower]

"Really? Huh." Caro makes a mental note to ask if he wants the recipe later, assuming he likes it.

"Thanks. And I mostly make stews because I already knew how to make a couple, and they're hard to screw up." She hesitates a moment, then continues. "I'm learning other stuff too, I just don't make a bunch of new things all at once." That way if she fucks up part of it, she'll still have something to eat. Plus, it's less distracting.

[weyountrinket]

Weyoun probably will ask for the recipe. He kind of collects them, though he's fairly certain his family would call it hoarding them.

"There's nothing wrong with doing what you know best." And it's right about then he starts going through his mental list of stews he knows. "I could pass on a few recipes for ones I know sometime, if you'd like."

Even the one Sullivan sent her in the sponsor parachute during the games, if she's interested.

[caroflower]

"Oh, that would be great," Caro says, perking up a little. "You wouldn't happen to know the one I got sent to me in the Arena, would you? Even accounting for being biased at the time, that might be my favorite soup."

She finally gets the cornbread in to bake, but the stew needs a little more fussing before she can take a break and sit.

[weyountrinket]

"I do, in fact. I think it shouldn't be too terribly hard to teach you, either." Weyoun might have made extra effort to track down that particular recipe. He'd figured it might come in handy at some point in the future, and he hadn't been wrong on that, he sees.

...Actually, while he's thinking about it he digs out his infopad and starts going about writing down recipes. He has them all down already of course, it's just that... they happen to be in his apartment, in the Capitol. Luckily the ones he has in mind he's memorized well enough but it still takes a bit of time. By the time he's done, Caro's fussing over her finished stew and dishing it out into... jars.

It looks like it's meant for someone. As does the cornbread and... spare bits of meat? Interesting.

[caroflower]

Caro finishes packaging the stew and moves on to wrapping up some cornbread and spare meat for Bourbon. She turns around to see... Weyoun giving her a look.

"What?" she asks, already feeling defensive. And wondering how to politely ask Weyoun to go do something else for a while so she can go visit Walter.

[weyountrinket]

Weyoun just... raises his eyebrows and smiles, blinking innocently at Caro. "What?"

He might show her some mercy and make himself scarce anyway, since it is rather apparent what it is she's doing. And he's fairly sure he knows who this is going to go to.

[caroflower]

"You were giving me a look." A pause. "Okay, you're still giving me a look. What?"

She reaches up and almost scratches at her face before she remembers not to. So she does that sort of half pat half rub you do when you're trying not to actually scratch. Great. This again.

[weyountrinket]

"Define 'look'." Weyoun just continues with that face. It's entirely possible he's being a little shit at the moment.

"What are the extra bits of meat for?" The rest was different from what he'd seen her do up to that point, but storing stew is hardly anything special to make note of. The extra pieces of meat set aside were interesting, though.

[caroflower]

Caro just glares. Don't even, Weyoun.

Aw hell. She really doesn't want to say. "It's um," she trails off awkwardly. She just... doesn't want to share any info about Walter, even something as innocuous as the fact that he now owns a cat. It's mostly because as much as she likes Weyoun, he's Capitol, and there's really no telling how much information it would be safe to give him. Plus, Weyoun and Walter... don't really like each other particularly. And Weyoun would probably get all weird about Walter having a cat anyway.

Shit, she can't think of a good excuse for the set aside meat.

[weyountrinket]

The more she glares, the more wide-eyed his expression gets.

"Say no more," He grins now, standing and straightening his shirt. "If you would excuse me? I have some things I need to get caught up on." Which is true enough, actually; there's a few things he needs to do but none of them right now.

He'd be lying if he said he's going to not pay attention to where she goes with the food parcels. But he'll give her some space, all the same.

[caroflower]

Caro gives Weyoun a few moments to swan out of the room. She's still grumpy and suspicious, but at least he left her alone. She gathers up her food and sets out for Walter's house. God, she's looking forward to seeing him again. Weyoun's making her a little nuts, to be honest. She even misses the damn cat who will inevitably rudely interrupt something.

It's a quick walk even when she's not hurrying, but she is, a little. Surprisingly, she doesn't hear the telltale MEW MEW MEW MEWing when she reaches the door. She knocks, and...

Nothing. Huh. She waits a moment, and then knocks a bit louder. She has been gone three days, which wouldn't have been unusual at first, but kind of is now. She's just knocking a third time when she hears a small commotion on the other side of the door. Specifically, a small, furry commotion. Who is now mewing at maximum volume.

"Hi Bourbon," Caro calls through the door. She gets more mewing in response. Followed by a scrabbling that sounds like Bourbon might be attempting to climb the door. Goodness.

Still nothing, though. At this point, Caro's been at Walter's door for probably five minutes or more and well... it looks like he's not answering. If he couldn't hear her knocking, she knows he can hear the cat meowing all over the house.

Well. She sets both jars of stew down right in front of the door, the wrapped cornbread and meat on top. She takes a couple awkward steps back from the door. Bourbon is still making a racket. "Sorry Bourbon," Caro says quietly. "I guess you'll have to go wake him up to get your treats."

She sighs and heads back to her house. Hopefully Weyoun won't make too much of a pest of himself when she gets back. She's really not in the mood.

[illdrinktothat]

The past few days have been very strange ones for Walter. The first day she doesn't stop by he doesn't think all that much of it. Shit gets in the way, people want time alone, it happens. Bourbon has a fit at the door but Walter just relaxes into his normal-ish routine. ...though he realizes later than normal that it's just him and Bourbon eating, and that requires scrounging through what little is in his cupboards. He sits on the floor in the corner of the kitchen, Bourbon in his lap.

The second day she doesn't show again, that's fine. She'd only ever really come by periodically before... well, before things happened. He tries not to think about it.

And later that night Bourbon has even more of a fit because he actually leaves the house to go down to the Hob and get a thing or two.

It's while he's out that he sees her... and Weyoun, of all people. Weyoun, long before the Victor tour is scheduled to start. Far too long for it to be prep for that.

So he asks about a bit to find out how long Weyoun's been here. He doesn't appreciate the Escort not actually mentioning anything to him, especially if this is about the upcoming Victory bullshit. And what he finds out (mostly from Sae) doesn't really hearten him any. Weyoun had only arrived a day earlier, and is, allegedly, not only staying in her house but the two have been seen going everywhere together. Walter isn't terribly fond of the rumor mill, so he tries to take it with a grain of salt or several.

He gets what he came for and goes home. His night ends in drinking, as per usual, and he's not really aware when he does pass out, this time actually on his bed if not necessarily in his bed.

When he wakes up it's to a very distressed Bourbon pawing at his face. "Calm the fuck down, cat," He mumbles, shoving her gently to the other side of the pillow before rolling off the bed and onto his feet. His head aches, he's a little unsteady, and he's fairly certain he overslept a bit. He doubts the last bit is much of a problem, since he doesn't really expect Caro by after the last couple days. He'll see her when he sees her.

Bourbon however is still a deeply unhappy kitten. After a few minutes of him actually arguing at her, he follows her through the house to the entryway. It looks like she tried to climb the goddamn door.

"Bourbon, you little shit."

She doesn't seem to notice that much; she's too busy trying to fit her paws through the mail slot. He gently extracts her and opens the door to see what she's so bothered by and - oh.

The jars of stew are just set there, other wrapped bits of food balancing on the lids. He frowns and stares down at them for a long moment before bringing bringing them inside and setting them on the table. There's an odd moment where he's suddenly aware of how alone he is in the house, cat notwithstanding, and it's right about when he notices the particular stew she sent him.

He doesn't really feel like eating, so that goes into the fridge. Bourbon's meat stays out on the table for her, and that's where she ends up.

Walter just pours himself a glass and sits at his empty table with his cat. He's grateful she's busy enough eating and honestly, when she's done she'll probably get some of the stew, too. She'll enjoy it. He's too preoccupied with his thoughts to have much of an appetite.