[ spike slouches in, predictably, wearing his usual messy suit with the sleeves rolled up and loose tie. he's got the swordfish parked some distance away, the usual flight gloves discarded in the cockpit, and looks all the world as if he happened to condescend to drop by.
well, except for how quickly his eyes go to that mountain of restaurant ramen, and how they brighten.
lottie's apartment is always strange to him, and not just for the furnishings; the bebop is always chaotic, and always noisy, and has never been neat a day he's lived in it. but he shrugs, makes an obligatory grumbly sound (without heat) as he shucks off his shoes before crossing to the kitchen. ]
What is all this?
[ he doesn't recognize the restaurant name, stamped in loud letters across the containers. ]
[ Spike acts like this is a chore, like he is being inconvenienced to be here to devour all her free food, but she can see the spark of interest in his eyes. The way he perks and perches over the massive amount of containers. She meets him on the opposite end, leaning forward with elbows digging into the counter. ]
Food, duh.
[ In typical Lottie fashion she bypasses answering immediately, instead reaching over to pop open the lid off one of them to reveal...!!!! The broth. The one beside it that she cracks open are the noodles, all the tasty things between like the chashu, the egg, veggies. It's still hot, fresh, letting loose a swath of steam above it. ]
It's ramen. And then some sides and stuff..
[ 'And stuff', she says, like she didn't get most of the appetizers for one of the greatest foodie pics of her careerβ all on her company card!
(Her credit card.)
Her eyebrows furrow, something like judgement teetering onto her face, ] Do you not want it?
[ the broth is already pretty exciting β beats jet's specialty of bell peppers with beef (sans beef) β but lottie keeps opening containers, and spike's smile grows as she does. here is the promised bounty of free food, and it does not disappoint. ramen, but not the convenience store ramen he's gotten used to, the instant kind that sits in boxes until they're pretty desperate and remember stashing it somewhere, but fresh with real meat and vegetables that have never been dehydrated. it smells incredible. ]
You kidding? [ he's already grabbed a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, pulling first the noodles, to be followed by the broth and tasty extras. ] Don't mind if I do.
In fact all Spike does is make eyes at the food she slowly unveils (for dramatic effect) and just, goes to town before she can even give him permission. It's after a moment of dry staring β waiting for some credit, here β as he unloads some of the noodles into his bowl does she finally resign herself to giving herself a smaller portion of her own ramen of choice (today she's opted for the spiciest bowl they have, the broth an alarming shade of red that, apparently, she finds tantalizing). ]
Yeah, sure.. No problem.
[ Vaguely defeated, vaguely accepting because she knows how Spike is. The man loves his free bougie Los Angeles curated food and he loves his ramen, so while she's bitter he didn't say thank you, the way he smiles becomes enough for her. She grabs a chunk of ramen and dumps it into her broth, raises her eyes up to him. ]
in fact, he doesn't even notice her staring as she waits for credit or any kind of thanks, thinks nothing of the delay before she serves herself. or that she's taking a smaller portion, for that matter. nope, he is noisily helping himself and enjoying the ramen.
he does seem to be genuinely enjoying it though, at least, so he's not being a total ingrate here. the fact that it's free restaurant food means he doesn't make any snarky comments just to push her buttons, like he might have done with her own cooking. accusations of the broth being too salty when it's nothing of the sort, or the like.
her question does bring his head up, and he shrugs as he considers it. ]
Same as always. [ oh, apparently that's all he's gonna say. ] You?
[ Spike..... His lack of an answer (a real one) doesn't surprise her. In fact, it doesn't bother her as much as the lack of a 'thank you', because she only asked this as a segue into talking about herself. So all she does is hum, makes a sort of effort to seem like she is listening. Then bounces into a vibrant, far more interestedβ ]
Oh, it was great! I had brunch with some friends and went walking around the Grove after. Perfect day.
[ Not for her allergies because the winds were a bit atrocious but, he doesn't need to know that. ]
And my friend Misty gave me a ton of skin care products to try out. She gets freebies from her sponsorships or whatever.
[ blink and you miss it β as lottie makes a perfunctory response to his (lack of) answer, as she launches instead into the story about her day, his eyes flick up to her face and a fond smile pulls at his mouth.
and then he's shoving another bite of ramen into his mouth, nodding as he listens, making some faint sounds of assent, or something. brunch...walking...skin care. a perfect day. there is no time in his life when he could've related to that sentiment, but he doesn't hate hearing about it. he wouldn't have asked if he did. ]
Skin care products? [ he sounds dubious. ] Do you really need more of those?
[ She really does miss it, and if she hadn't, it certainly would change her response. Lottie pauses, puts her chopsticks down in something that reads like vague (semi-playful) offense when his words process before she points them in his direction. ]
You take that back!
[ To be fair Lottie does have a tendency to hoard (her bedroom is a prime example of this, her closet overflowing and spilling onto her desk, her bed, her floor, the garment rack she filled up within days of having it). But he hasn't seen the inside of her room!! Only her very spacious and meticulously clean, slightly barren, living room. Her bathroom, whichβ isn't bad. She doesn't think it's bad.
..Does he think it's bad??
She knows he's joking in that typical way he does, when he wants to be annoying and cute just because, and yet here she isβ taking the bait. ]
I have a normal amount of skincare products.
[ says the woman who has a handheld super bougie LED light specifically for whitening her teeth at home oops ]
[ punctuated by a raised eyebrow over his chopsticks, chowing down on ramen and slurping the broth noisily. to be fair, he doesn't say β or mean β that it's bad, just
a lot?
but let's be real, this man smears on some face cream and calls it a day, and not every day at that. lottie's exacting beauty regimen is completely alien to him, though he can't argue with the results. ]
But, [ relents, ] I'm not the one putting pictures of myself online for a living.
[ Well.. That is technically what influencing is, so she settles after that. Sort of. 'Settling' to Lottie is squinting in his direction before taking a bite of her food (as she does it, it is hard not to notice how loud Spike isβ c'mon dude!!).
It's after a few moments of measured, contemplative silence, does she suggest: ]
You know, you should try it.
[ Try what? Putting pictures of himself online for a living?? (No.) Or some of her skincare?? (Yes.) ]
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well, except for how quickly his eyes go to that mountain of restaurant ramen, and how they brighten.
lottie's apartment is always strange to him, and not just for the furnishings; the bebop is always chaotic, and always noisy, and has never been neat a day he's lived in it. but he shrugs, makes an obligatory grumbly sound (without heat) as he shucks off his shoes before crossing to the kitchen. ]
What is all this?
[ he doesn't recognize the restaurant name, stamped in loud letters across the containers. ]
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Food, duh.
[ In typical Lottie fashion she bypasses answering immediately, instead reaching over to pop open the lid off one of them to reveal...!!!! The broth. The one beside it that she cracks open are the noodles, all the tasty things between like the chashu, the egg, veggies. It's still hot, fresh, letting loose a swath of steam above it. ]
It's ramen. And then some sides and stuff..
[ 'And stuff', she says, like she didn't get most of the appetizers for one of the greatest foodie pics of her careerβ all on her company card!
(Her credit card.)
Her eyebrows furrow, something like judgement teetering onto her face, ] Do you not want it?
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You kidding? [ he's already grabbed a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, pulling first the noodles, to be followed by the broth and tasty extras. ] Don't mind if I do.
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In fact all Spike does is make eyes at the food she slowly unveils (for dramatic effect) and just, goes to town before she can even give him permission. It's after a moment of dry staring β waiting for some credit, here β as he unloads some of the noodles into his bowl does she finally resign herself to giving herself a smaller portion of her own ramen of choice (today she's opted for the spiciest bowl they have, the broth an alarming shade of red that, apparently, she finds tantalizing). ]
Yeah, sure.. No problem.
[ Vaguely defeated, vaguely accepting because she knows how Spike is. The man loves his free bougie Los Angeles curated food and he loves his ramen, so while she's bitter he didn't say thank you, the way he smiles becomes enough for her. She grabs a chunk of ramen and dumps it into her broth, raises her eyes up to him. ]
Anyway, how was your day today?
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in fact, he doesn't even notice her staring as she waits for credit or any kind of thanks, thinks nothing of the delay before she serves herself. or that she's taking a smaller portion, for that matter. nope, he is noisily helping himself and enjoying the ramen.
he does seem to be genuinely enjoying it though, at least, so he's not being a total ingrate here. the fact that it's free restaurant food means he doesn't make any snarky comments just to push her buttons, like he might have done with her own cooking. accusations of the broth being too salty when it's nothing of the sort, or the like.
her question does bring his head up, and he shrugs as he considers it. ]
Same as always. [ oh, apparently that's all he's gonna say. ] You?
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Oh, it was great! I had brunch with some friends and went walking around the Grove after. Perfect day.
[ Not for her allergies because the winds were a bit atrocious but, he doesn't need to know that. ]
And my friend Misty gave me a ton of skin care products to try out. She gets freebies from her sponsorships or whatever.
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and then he's shoving another bite of ramen into his mouth, nodding as he listens, making some faint sounds of assent, or something. brunch...walking...skin care. a perfect day. there is no time in his life when he could've related to that sentiment, but he doesn't hate hearing about it. he wouldn't have asked if he did. ]
Skin care products? [ he sounds dubious. ] Do you really need more of those?
[ he's maybe half joking. ]
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You take that back!
[ To be fair Lottie does have a tendency to hoard (her bedroom is a prime example of this, her closet overflowing and spilling onto her desk, her bed, her floor, the garment rack she filled up within days of having it). But he hasn't seen the inside of her room!! Only her very spacious and meticulously clean, slightly barren, living room. Her bathroom, whichβ isn't bad. She doesn't think it's bad.
..Does he think it's bad??
She knows he's joking in that typical way he does, when he wants to be annoying and cute just because, and yet here she isβ taking the bait. ]
I have a normal amount of skincare products.
[ says the woman who has a handheld super bougie LED light specifically for whitening her teeth at home oops ]
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[ punctuated by a raised eyebrow over his chopsticks, chowing down on ramen and slurping the broth noisily. to be fair, he doesn't say β or mean β that it's bad, just
a lot?
but let's be real, this man smears on some face cream and calls it a day, and not every day at that. lottie's exacting beauty regimen is completely alien to him, though he can't argue with the results. ]
But, [ relents, ] I'm not the one putting pictures of myself online for a living.
[ that's what influencing is, right. ]
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It's after a few moments of measured, contemplative silence, does she suggest: ]
You know, you should try it.
[ Try what? Putting pictures of himself online for a living?? (No.) Or some of her skincare?? (Yes.) ]