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TFLN aka Tales from Folkmore
TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT
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Erik's from 1983 which is a whole two decades ahead of me, so I suppose we don't all come from the same timeline. ( since steve said his friends are from different points in time as well. ) But I have seen the future. Erik allowed me to read his mind since I was curious to know... ( he didn't want erik to have to keep him at a distance and avoid him. or worse still, resort to wearing that helmet again. charles puts his tea cup down to refill it. he should count his lucky stars, really. thirteen had pulled him into this world right before he was hit by a stray bullet. he should be paralyzed, but he's not. )
It's a lot to take in. But I don't regret finding out. ( he can't change what's going to happen, he knows that, and yet... ) I am still hopeful. About the future. And about what comes after.
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Snippets of conversations peek through as Steve does the mental equivalent of shoving ones things in a closet before company arrives, and the most stubborn thoughts are the ones Steve deems most important, which are two faces: both crestfallen, one looking betrayed. ]
I've decided I'd rather not know.
[ If it's bad, he won't be able to rest, and if it's good, he won't be able to live in this moment, just chasing towards that future like he's entitled to it.
His mind fires off a "Sorry Charles," as he truly tries to get his mind off the topic, shutting that proverbial closet door shut tight.
He clears his throat. ]
How's the tea? I get it from the farmer's market. There's one every day.
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he smiles then, welcoming the change of subject. ) I absolutely love the tea, Steve. ( and he really does. he isn't exaggerating by any means at all. ) I don't think I've ever tasted tea this good and I'm really quite fussy about it. ( very fussy, in fact. )
I actually just went to the farmer's market yesterday. ( he'd bought some fresh ingredients to cook with. ) Would you like to stay for lunch? I do have enough to make us both a meal. ( whether or not it's edible, well... good luck, bruh. )
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[ He's not aware that Charles' cooking is dangerous, but Steve's prepared because he's had Flynn's cooking. And Tony's cooking. This couldn't possibly be worse than that.
But he is optimistic, because he likes to believe the best in people, and he's sure Charles at least knows how to make a sandwich. ]
Maybe next time I'll treat you to one. But I've been told my cooking's not that great, so it might not be fair.
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Let's see. ( he thinks about it for a bit. no meat. he'd completely forgotten to purchase that at the market. ) Well. I'll make us a vegetable lasagna. ( and he'll insist that steve sits and relaxes while he sets about cooking. and while he's doing that, he'll talk about his time at oxford and how he almost burned down the kitchenette once, and that time he completely forgot about the cake he was baking in the oven and found it a whole two weeks later. hilarious, isn't it?
one hour later, and steve is presented with this salty dish. enjoy. )
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Well, except that he forgot about a cake he was making for two weeks. How did he forget that? How did he nearly burn the kitchen down? ]
Well it smells great. Thanks so much for making food, Charles.
[ He digs in and - wow, that's salty. Yikes. He swallows down, and clears his throat. ]
Not bad.
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