[There's probably some irony in the fact Taylor's in the fourth floor kitchen's walk-in freezer when she hears Derek approaching. It hasn't escaped her, judging by the way the door's propped wide open, an icy spill of air filtering out into the kitchen, her dogs giving it a wide berth.]
Just a minute.
[She calls it through, needing to shift two more boxes before she can get at the one she hid the hash browns under.]
[ it's not totally lost on derek, the ridiculousness of finding her in the freezer. he hovers in the doorframe, watching her intently, like he's checking to be sure she's recovered properly. ]
You could have let me do it. I'd have found them, if I wanted to.
[Taylor has her back to the door, half leant into one shelf, but she twists slightly to look over her shoulder at him, expression somewhere between bemused and incredulous - not that he could do it, but that he clearly isn't grasping a basic here.]
They're meant to be hidden.
[Even from him and his nose. Though she doubts Derek actually cares enough about hash browns to try and steal them. He would've had plenty of opportunity before she got them here.]
[It only takes her a moment more, then she's tugging one bag of hash browns out from under the box, shoving the rest loosely back into place on the shelf before turning to walk back towards him.]
They're okay.
[And maybe for most people she'd leave it there, but Derek had saved the dogs as well as her, and the fact he's even asking after them means something to her. She's only ever dealt with people other than her caring about her dogs on board the ship.]
Colt hasn't shown any lasting damage. Had to get Jabber's leg bandaged up, but she's healing. [A pause.] Might not grow fur there again though.
[ the way derek says that makes it obvious that he thinks that's the most important, that anything else was just a footnote, something to be recovered from and dealt with. ]
[She feels like she wants to say thank you again. They're alive - she's alive - because of him. It is the most important part, and she's never going to forget it, even if she doesn't say as much, looking at him and then quietly passing him the bag of hashbrowns.]
[ he doesn't want to hear thank you. derek never wants to hear it. he takes the hash browns, starts fussing with the oven, the pans. derek's style of cooking is bare bones, no frills. he doesn't remember the last time he cooked hash browns, but he can't really dwell on that, give himself room to fuck it up. ]
[That the hashbrowns are going to go in, obviously. She closes the freezer door behind them, more thankful for the cut in cold air than she'd like to admit, follows him along through the kitchen.]
Do you want toast? [She pulls herself up to sit on the counter near where he starts setting himself up, close enough to watch and carry on talking, but keeping out of his way.] You can cook up enough for you, too.
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You just put them in the oven.
Or fry them.
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I'm capable of cooking.
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Alright.
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[Actually allowing herself the idea of eating any hash browns means she now really wants some.]
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Just a minute.
[She calls it through, needing to shift two more boxes before she can get at the one she hid the hash browns under.]
does that mean "i love you"
You could have let me do it. I'd have found them, if I wanted to.
[ werewolf senses, man. ]
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They're meant to be hidden.
[Even from him and his nose. Though she doubts Derek actually cares enough about hash browns to try and steal them. He would've had plenty of opportunity before she got them here.]
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How are the dogs?
[ a roundabout way of asking how she is, but evasiveness is derek's wheelhouse. ]
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They're okay.
[And maybe for most people she'd leave it there, but Derek had saved the dogs as well as her, and the fact he's even asking after them means something to her. She's only ever dealt with people other than her caring about her dogs on board the ship.]
Colt hasn't shown any lasting damage. Had to get Jabber's leg bandaged up, but she's healing. [A pause.] Might not grow fur there again though.
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[ the way derek says that makes it obvious that he thinks that's the most important, that anything else was just a footnote, something to be recovered from and dealt with. ]
Give me the bag, I'll get started.
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[She feels like she wants to say thank you again. They're alive - she's alive - because of him. It is the most important part, and she's never going to forget it, even if she doesn't say as much, looking at him and then quietly passing him the bag of hashbrowns.]
I brought bread.
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For toast?
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[That the hashbrowns are going to go in, obviously. She closes the freezer door behind them, more thankful for the cut in cold air than she'd like to admit, follows him along through the kitchen.]
Do you want toast? [She pulls herself up to sit on the counter near where he starts setting himself up, close enough to watch and carry on talking, but keeping out of his way.] You can cook up enough for you, too.
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