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Mel and Mike's comfortably cluttered home has become a bit more tidy and refined with Splinter living in residence.
It smells less of baking, there is no sign of dust anywhere, and for the first time EVER there is tea in the kitchen.

Though the most obvious change to the landscape has to be the the addition of a low table and several plush floor cushions to the living room decor.
The Love Sack, while comfortable, is far too undignified a piece of furniture for the ninja master to make a habit of using.

Date: 2010-07-13 05:20 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
"Don't tell me they've been making you clean around here."

The voice is from the woman in the doorway, who has long since gotten over her compulsion to knock and wait for someone to let her in at Mike's.

Date: 2010-07-13 05:33 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
"Dangran, sure - how's Mike?"

She holds up what looks like a platter covered in a blue terry cloth.

"I brought food."

Date: 2010-07-13 05:40 pm (UTC)
realmrsreynolds: (Barman)
From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
"Help eat it, maybe -- "

Sallie figures like son like father, really. But she hits the nearest flat surface and pulls off the terry cloth to reveal a peach cobbler and cracked-wheat bread.

Date: 2010-07-13 05:47 pm (UTC)
realmrsreynolds: (fist)
From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
O rly.

Sallie starts to cover up the food again, "Well, if you have dietary restrictions far be it from me to -- "

Date: 2010-07-13 05:51 pm (UTC)
realmrsreynolds: (close-up pie)
From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
"Fantastic! Where were we? Oh, plates -- "

Mmmm dessert and hijacking a coworker's living space. Awesome.

Date: 2010-07-13 06:02 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
"You should have told me - I've been over in my apartment for the past couple hours at least."

There are two plates and a steady hand with a serving knife going to town on the dessert.

Date: 2010-07-13 06:08 pm (UTC)
realmrsreynolds: (mother and son)
From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
"Don't say that."

It's quiet, but it's sincere, and heavy in its meaning.

"Mike loves you. You're nothing but a joy to him."

Date: 2010-07-13 06:15 pm (UTC)
realmrsreynolds: (Default)
From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
"Well, you weren't his ba then, you were his trainer. Difference."

Date: 2010-07-13 06:24 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
Sallie gamefully winces.

"She not let you work Mike over?"

Date: 2010-07-13 06:38 pm (UTC)
realmrsreynolds: (Default)
From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
"She does seem protective."

Hedging her bets. Mel could be a scary lady sometimes!

Date: 2010-07-14 04:26 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
Sallie nods in acknowledgement, not having much in the way of commentary on destinies and such. There is tea, and cake, and it's pleasant enough.





"Why are you called Splinter?"

Date: 2010-07-14 04:51 pm (UTC)
realmrsreynolds: (Default)
From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
"Your sons named you. In English, at least."

Sallie doesn't know what to make of this.

"Sounds a little mean.

Date: 2010-07-14 05:08 pm (UTC)
realmrsreynolds: (Barman)
From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
"True enough I suppose."

Sallie smirks a little at the seated position Splinter takes. "Been a while since I've been comfortable sitting so."

She procures a cushion.

Date: 2010-07-14 05:20 pm (UTC)
realmrsreynolds: (dame in a skirt)
From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
"Oh. Uh -- I weren't complaining any, Splinter. Promise."

The cushion gets plopped down on the floor, and Sallie bends at the knee so she can sit with her legs lightly curled to one side.

Date: 2010-07-14 05:46 pm (UTC)
realmrsreynolds: (Default)
From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
"I do. Well, a ranch if we want to get specific, but all the usual terms work."

It's a very stereotypical - damn near idyllic - place, all told. Every word Sallie uses to describe it is just dripping with affection for where she's lived the vast majority of her life.

Date: 2010-07-14 05:54 pm (UTC)
realmrsreynolds: (grinny grin grin)
From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
"How did you become a ninja?"

Date: 2010-07-14 06:11 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
D:!

"I certainly didn't mean to? I just - it's a complicated question, how I got to be where I am. It's over half my life, and I'm not really thinking you're going to want that whole thing. I didn't make nearly enough pie for that."

Date: 2010-07-14 06:38 pm (UTC)
realmrsreynolds: (Default)
From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
Well.

Okay.

"Can I ask you somethin' before I launch into that whole saga?

"Why do you want to know?"

Date: 2010-07-15 03:03 pm (UTC)
realmrsreynolds: (stop and smell the flowers)
From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
A couple things happen here, sort of all at once.

Sallie, despite working outside most of her life, is incredibly pale. When 'fascinating woman' hits her ears and she processes it, she blushes a rather vibrant pink.

The follow-up commentary of not getting out much is given a rather indelicate snort. You're at the end of the universe. How much more out can you get? she thinks, but that's really not the point, is it?

"I suppose the simple answer is that I married into it..."

The longer answer takes about fifteen minutes, glossing over any nastier aspects of her divorce and the Unification War, and ending something along the lines of, "...which brings me back to being a Barman at the end of the 'verse. At least I can see my son here more often than ever I did on Shadow."

Date: 2010-08-17 04:56 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] realmrsreynolds
"That's more than I've talked about myself in what feels like forever."

At least Sallie's history. There's a lot of people that she talks about her present with.

"Wonder why that is."

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