Renovating

[Molly Quincannon] Naty and Molly IM or text fairly frequently, but this morning's was a general call of "Renovating! You gotta see this. Also, need opinion on upcoming purchase."

Since her meeting with Solomon, Molly has amped down her security protocols - literally, in that she's reduced (but not entirely eliminated) the voltage coursing through her steel-reinforced door and window frames. And now the pass code is only six digits. The cameras are still running, though; being able to identify her visitors before she opens the door is a good thing. There's detritus in Fort Quincannon's parking lot - a couple of shredded-up cardboard boxes that look like they contained appliances at some point. No one's touched them. No one goes near Fort Q anymore unless they have a legitimate reason to do so.

[Natyana Wapanee] To which she is happy to come bounding on over for. With lunch! An actual cooked lunch, not something from take out. Bag full of tupperwares to make tacos with, the cooked stuff already cooked, and there's no Boomer today, since there was the tentative shopping plans and Boomer and shopping trips don't mix well.

The door bell rings, tubs of food being waved at the camera. "Taco delivery!"

[Molly Quincannon] There's a buzz, and the door opens, and there stands Molly, in what can only be described as a lab coat (stained with what one can only hope is some kind of engine grease or something) and coveralls and safety goggles, presumably over contact lenses. She holds a pair of heavy-duty gloves but her hands still show oozing nicks and welts. Someone's been busy. "You would think I starve myself," is her comment, though she has the good grace to look rueful - she's dropped just enough weight to be noticeable this last month or so. "C'mon in!"

The 'living room' doesn't look too different, beyong having gained another mini-fridge at some point. There's some truly eclectic sounding music (ska with a hint of ... accordion and brass) pouring out of her speakers, but it's not quite loud enough to drown out the skitter-rattle of Neal moving through his Habitrail maze ... which has grown until the corner near the bedroom door looks like a clear plastic bamboo forest. "I don't know whether my recent renovation efforts are going to make you better or worse about that."

[Natyana Wapanee] She raises an eyebrow, chuckling at the look, and the renovations. "Good lord woman. Free time much? You at least enjoying it?"

She carries the food in, dressed as her usual self, even with her hair up in a pony tail with the humidity on the air. She starts laying out tupperwares.

[Molly Quincannon] "It's not like it takes that long. Hell, it's not like work takes that long." Molly grins and strips off the lab coat, then unzips the coveralls. She's wearing her usual black wife-beater underneath, and slides the top part of the coveralls off her arms and ties them around her waist to serve as kind of a belt. The goggles come off - the contact lenses are a blazing shade of purple nature never intended - as she continues to explain. "I work from home these days; I only go into the office when they want me to do extra overtime on the hardware end, because their hardware techs are gibbons. Seriously. So all the software stuff I do from here and instead of hanging around the office trying to look busy, now I can pursue my own projects between bug-zapping and the cipher-writing. And I'm enjoying it well enough, yeah," she adds with a shrug. "Some of it's necessary, some of it just seemed like a good idea. I'm just gonna go wash my hands - go check out the kitchen, see if there's anything you want to drink kicking around the fridge."

The fridge, should Nat venture into the kitchenette, is an actual refrigerator. Stocked with actual fresh food. It sits in the spot where the mini-fridge used to be, and it would make the room seem a lot smaller ... if it weren't for the fact that the chest freezer appears to be missing, leaving a blank patch of wall in its wake. Renovations indeed.

[Natyana Wapanee] She blinks, head tilting as she blatantly oogles at the contacts. "Dude! Badass!" A huge grin and she turns to go for some plates and spoons to dish out the taco noms with. Tortillas get opened up and laid out. The actual full-sized fridge gets a raised eyebrow, and a call from the kitchen. "DUDE! Stop messin with me! What the fuck is this shit?"

She comes bounding back out bearing plates and beers. "Well the changes are awesome, and you better wash up if you want home made tacos. Grubbiness is not touching the food."

[Molly Quincannon] "Me? Mess with you? Perish the thought!" Molly comes out of the bathroom with bandages on the worst of the nicks and such and a much cleaner face. "How would I be messing with you? I mean, it's just a fridge. And a spot where a stove might actually fit. And a few 'cooking for the microwave' cookbooks." Innocent freaky-eyes. Then she grins. "And thanks. I figure if I'm gonna wear contacts, why hide the fact that I'm wearing contacts?"

[Natyana Wapanee] "I'm so getting you a stove. " She beams, bouncing a bit. "And next, I'll teach you how to shop" Laughs and ducks her head.

"Totally love the contacts though, yeah. Very you" She nods, smirking as she fixes up two tacos.

"So what's on the agenda? You said something about needing my opinion?"

[Molly Quincannon] With her hands on her hips and a somewhat theatrical frown, Molly taps her foot. "Oh, hell no you are not getting me a stove. I am getting me a stove. I want to be able to pick it out so I know how the damn thing works. No buying of stoves for me, woman!"

Then she grins and rolls her eyes, moving towards one of her computers (her 'standard' box, the one she saves for net-surfing and general entertainment). "Okay, but don't you want to know what I did with the chest freezer first?"

[Natyana Wapanee] She smirks. "Ok, so I get you a gift card or something for it. Or we can stove shop online and I pay. But I'm totally getting you one. So deal with it." Sticks her tongue out and cracks up laughing. "Either that or I buy you a pots and pans set. Your choice."

And a nod, grinning. "Course I do! But hell, so long as it's not rocket defense systems, we're all good. You been hanging out with Henri or what?" She moves over next to Molly nomming on one of the tacos

[Molly Quincannon] "No, but she might be interested in what's left of the chest freezer." She gestures to her combination bedroom-workshop. "You ... really have to go see for yourself." She looks over at the taco fixings. "While I ... maybe ... grab myself a taco. Is that guacamole?"

In the workshop area, next to the workbenches and in front of the parked TARDISmobile, is a pile of scrap with enough white metal and tubing in the pile to show that these are the remnants of her chest freezer. On one of the workbenches sits a half-built conglomeration of tubes and more white metal, rather smaller than the original chest freezer. There are also things that might be circuit boards, and some LED bulbs. For someone not all that much on tech, it probably looks really ... complicated.

[Natyana Wapanee] She points to the different sauce containers. "Guac, sour cream, pico stuff, three different shades of salsa. The green one you better have a strong stomach for, it's potent and doesn't stop burning till it's out of your system."

And she's off, already starting on the second taco as she goes to check out the workshop. Her head tilts at the pile, raising an eyebrow. "I'm SO not a techno weenie."

[Molly Quincannon] "Eh, I had curry with Chuck couple of days back, picking up some ... um, news." This is the first time in this conversation that Molly's sounded less than cheerful. She rallies quickly, though, carrying on with, "I think I'll stick with the guacamole. I never seem to get the decent stuff."

The reaction to the 'techno weenie' crack is laughter. "It's going to be a kind of a cross between a coffee machine and a ... hot-water boiler, I guess. Basically it'll get the water from the plumbing, and make coffee and keep it at a good-for-coffee temperature on the wall near the customer service desk. Hot coffee on tap!"

[Natyana Wapanee] "That's all home made sauces by the way. Fucking Chinatown is awesome for getting the good stuff to cook with." She comes back out into the front room, plate empty. The beer is picked up. "How's Chuck doing anyways? I never see the guy."

Her eyes go big at her explanation of what the freezer bits will become. "Nice! If I get you the parts will you make me one?"

[Molly Quincannon] "Ooh, Nat-made guacamole. No wonder it tastes of awesome." Munch of taco; it's about half gone. "And Chuck's pretty good. Pretty awesome, actually," she adds with a grin. "Busy with the usual sort of stuff, and a few not-so-usual bits. He's ... been really helpful." She says that quite quietly, and not looking at Nat, but given that Molly's smiling a little, Chuck must be at least part of her good mood.

Then she rolls her eyes. "Nat, seriously; I've got a big pile of parts in there. I'm sure that thing can handle on-tap coffee makers for two. Plus I owe Atlas another trip to the scrapyard anyway, if I run low on stuff. And LEDs are cheap. Now." Another munch of her taco. "As to the things I've been contemplating. How're you on firearms? I'm having a hard time deciding between the Para-Ordnance Compact P10-45, the Colt nine-millimetre SSP and the Beretta 92FS compact."

[Natyana Wapanee] Her grin widens into a mischievous one "OoooOOOOOOooooooooooooooo....... go Chuck!" Snickers, putting together one more taco. "Least that's on the upside again. I really didn't want to have to break his knees to get his head out of his ass."

She bounces at the prospect of coffee-on-tap. "AWESOME! I'll have to keep it at Lara's though, I don't want it winding up a victim of Henri's kitchen remodeling." She takes a swig of the beer and chuckles, then blinks "Guns? I'd be lucky to point the right end of a gun at someone before pulling the trigger."

[Molly Quincannon] Molly shrugs, dealing with the last bit first. "So would I right now," she says. "But practice makes perfect, or so the saying goes. I can soundproof this place, I won't need to go through the hassle of getting a licence ... not through conventional channels, anyway..." She grins; there may be databases hacked, which always makes Molly happy. "Not to mention that I think with my level of Spheres, I could go all Angelina Jolie. Um. Movie called Wanted. I can put that on a flash drive for you, if you want and haven't seen it. You're the action movie junkie, after all. But there's gun fu that makes the Matrix look decidedly shitty. I'm convinced that movie - and the comic that spawned it - is one big Euthanatos recruitment drive, but that's another thing."

About the coffee machine? She frowns. "Is Lara renting? I can't think she's actually bought the place. If so, I don't think I can; it's going to be hooked directly into the plumbing and I don't think her landlord would go for that. Besides, Henri might just make it more awesome. And Atlas would appreciate it; he's a fan of good coffee, or seems to be. So maybe he could keep Henri away from it, if you don't want her toying with it. Or I could set it up in your bedroom, so you never have to face a morning without some caffeine in you ever again! Anyway, it's moot until I get the thing perfected. That might take awhile."

Then, as she's going in reverse order: "Eh, he's ... not ... a very emotional person, unless you know what to look for. I think he's got this thing about anything visceral. He's an Adept all over, really; exit this world, enter the next. If it's actually warm and meaty and squishy ... I don't think he handles it well. Oddly, emotions are the exception. But then, he is the one that taught me Mind in the first place. I ... could finally talk about what actually happened, those two days. Or at least start to. Not quite done with that yet, sad to say. But it's a start to coming to terms ... right?"

[Natyana Wapanee] Her eyes light up at the movie review, and she nods. "Wanted, hell yeah. Shoot 'em up blow 'em up nice ass in tight pants? I'm all for it." She gives a thumbs up and huge grin. "I wouldn't doubt it about the matrix. It's fucked up how blatant it is though, I mean seriously? How could anyone not pick up on the similarities there?"

She shrugs "I think she's renting? I'm not sure. And I don't know how much I'll actually be home to use the thing, but if they want it, go for it. I'll just have to stop by there sometimes and make off with the coffee goodness. Coffee in chinatown is sooooo far beyond shitty it's not even funny. I've had Denny's coffee that tastes better."

The grin shifts into a warm smile, and she nods. "I'm just glad you're getting somewhere with it finally. With him and.... it. That you don't have to talk about now if you don't wanna, just so I know you're getting better, then that's all that matters."

[Molly Quincannon] Molly sticks her tongue out at Nat about the Denny's coffee - they never have entirely agreed on Denny's as a whole, but she's not going to get into an argument about it. Then she sighs. "Yeah, well, the next bit of ... well, 'recovery' is about the best word I can think of ... that's gonna be harder. I've been doing some reading and apparently you're supposed to go back to the scenes of trauma. Not that there's much left of the art gallery, from what I've been reading, but I guess it'd still be closure, kind of. And the alley ... well, that's going to be ... interesting. Chuck volunteered to go with me, which kind of surprised me. Still ... as to talking about it ... why not? I guess it's not like I have anything to be ashamed of. I just never know where to start."

Then a grin. "Oh, Chuck's king of the slow movers in all senses. But he got to be my white knight in a way that he can handle, so that's a bonus. I still don't know where he and I are going all the time, though. I get he doesn't want to push past my boundaries, or his, but ... yeesh."

[Natyana Wapanee] She nods, smiling at her in that 'little sister uber proud of big sister' way. That kind that doesn't just come from casual conversation friends. She's truly proud Molly's facing it and getting closer to being herself again. And even happier that Chuck's actually up and helping it along instead of letting the manbrain getting in the way as a constant thing.

"Well if that falls through, just gimme a call. I think the time hiding away and spending most of it naked's done alot for my stress levels, and I'm ready to roll on whatever you need from me. Far as Chuck goes? All I can say is... take your time. Think I'm starting to understand a little better? About the being slow thing and all that? Frustrating as it is, it'll get there eventually. I can kind of sympathize with it, so I'll lay off about that." She smirks, shaking her head.

[Molly Quincannon] That gets a thoughtful nod. "Yeah, it's not that I don't get it. But just because I get it doesn't necessarily mean it's easy to handle all the time. Sometimes a person needs a hug they don't have to ask for, you know?" Then she shrugs. "Anyway, it just means I have to set the pace, which I guess I can do. I took him to the zoo last weekend. That was a bit of a hoot, though ... I don't think he's much on animals. I swear, I haven't been involved with someone that disconnected from meatspace ever." She chuckles. "He did not for the life of him get how I could wade into the petting zoo pens only to get mobbed by goats."

Then she looks a bit more thoughtful and adds, "I also talked to the other guy in on the rescue - Solomon? It ... Emily came in mid-way and the whole thing turned a bit preachy on the Christian side, which I admit made my teeth itch? But I'm a lot more clued in on the ins and outs of this Nephandi crap than I was. It's ... I still don't really understand where they're coming from? But I think I'm as close as I'm going to get and all I can say is? Fuck 'em. Fuck the entire bunch of 'em. If they really want to prey on the unfortunate tendency of people - Sleepers and mages alike - to look for the easy way out where possible? Iiiiiiii think I take exception to that just on principle. Fuck 'em and their ideology, and I'm not wasting any more of my brain power trying to make the nonsensical make sense."

[Natyana Wapanee] "Well maybe...... and I know this might sound a little weird and all.... but hear me out." She smirks, shrugging. "Maybe ask Lara about it. Listen to her advice and then just adapt to suit your style. Cuz you and her are nothing alike for tactics, but yeah. Situation really isn't too different for the moral of the story." She does get a puzzled look. "How can someone be that disconnected? Seriously! I've been to the zoo like six times since i moved here."

Then there's the enormous look of relief at her insights and lessons learned. "That's fucking awesome! Holy hell am I glad to hear that. So, over it now? All good? No more scaring the shit outta people on it?"

[Molly Quincannon] Molly shakes her head. "It's not really a Lara thing, the reason I'm off the idea. I'm not even asking for advice, really. This is an experience I'm willing to work through, and I don't want to take any shortcuts. That sometimes means just venting from time to time, but it doesn't mean asking for external input for an internal thing, y'know? It's ... it's like a puzzle, for the heart as well as the head. I like those. I'm not going to flip to the hints section just yet." Then she shrugs, with a grin. "As to the disconnect thing? I think he's just a little OCD. He's not much on ... y'know, bodily fluids of any description. I think he was mainly worried about some goat pissing on him."

The last gets a roll of the eyes. "Look, just stop it, okay? You are not going to make me feel bad about venting that I was wondering, and you're sure as hell not going to make me feel bad about wondering at all. I almost didn't ask, after that; I almost sit and let it fester, particularly after Thomas lost his shit at me right after you did, and the only reason I'm not a whole hell of a lot more emotionally fucked up is because I surrendered my fear of being perpetually shunned by my peers long enough to get some answers. If I hadn't, I don't even want to think about what I'd be like now. I sure as hell wouldn't be building coffee-on-tap devices and eating healthier, I can tell you that right now. So seriously. I get what you're saying, and I know you don't mean it how it sounds? But tone the guilt-trip thing down a little."

[Natyana Wapanee] "No no, I don't mean it like that. I mean like...." She frowns, scratching her head. "It makes sense in my head. Just like.... a point of view on it? I guess? I dunno." She shrugs, and then laughs. "Seriously? You can touch animals and not be peed on. But remind me never to let Boomer too close to him. I wouldn't want to see Chuck scream and run like a little girl or something because of the slobbery love monster."

"I'm not trying to make you feel bad! Promise. Just making a point there that it's all good and that angle and I'm the one that feels bad for freaking out like I did."

[Molly Quincannon] "Well, how about neither of us feel bad?" Molly smiles - it's a kind thing; these smiles have been rare this month. "You just stop making a big freakin' deal of how scared you are, and I'll just stick with 'fuck 'em', since that seems to bring out the glee. Nobody feels bad, everybody's good, settled."

Then she shakes her head. "I appreciate your offer of handing your lady off for independent relationship advisory detail? But nah. She and I have very different views on things, I already know; her way isn't my way. The only points of view that really matter at this point are mine and his, anyway. Like you said, it'll work out. I mean, I appreciate the thought and all, honest. Just ... nah. If I don't look at this from my own point of view, it's not my relationship anymore. Besides," she adds, with a bit of a rueful twist of the mouth, "she actually asked him out before I did. She backed off when she knew I was interested, but there's a point where it all becomes incestuous and weird. Also, I don't talk about my relationships with many people anyway. Which is why Thomas teases me so much. As to the animal thing ... yeah, I think he likes dogs, but not ... big dogs. Or little yappy dogs. He hasn't met Neal yet; wants to make sure the little furry con artist is litter trained. I told him that Neal was litter-trained when I got him, but..." She shrugs. Hey, he's got his deal, y'know? He'll come by to see the coffee thing soon anyway. He might want one too!"

[Natyana Wapanee] She gives a thumbs up to that. "Sure! Works for me! I like this plan!" She grins, nodding quite happily to that.

"I totally get ya there, yeah. And it's totally respectable. Was just a little suggestion since I know for fact I would probably completely and utterly steer you the wrong way and give really bad advice on anything far as that goes."

[Molly Quincannon] Molly snorts in amusement and waves a hand. "Lady, you're doing fine for you, and that at the end of the day is all that matters. And you listen, which is sometimes all someone really needs at the end of the day. Now." She frowns thoughtfully at the taco fixings; she's still only had the one. "I'm contemplating another taco. But you were saying something about shopping. Which ... I probably ought to do, at least for techie bits. And maybe some basics. New jeans. Jacket. Y'know."

[Natyana Wapanee] "Eat first. This doesn't taste the same after it sits too long. The downside of proper home cooked sustenance. Flavour changes with age." She tilts the bottle to her lips and belches afterwards, sign of a full, happy belleh. "I spose it works, even though she still has to beat it into my head sometimes. I dunno. I quit fighting it and it's all just sort of... falling into place. Kinda. I'm not really sure what things are officially? But unofficially, I'm actually having fun and ok with that."

[Molly Quincannon] "Sometimes, unofficially works," is Molly's comment as she puts together another taco. "Dude, as far as I know, I'm still Chuck's 'maybe' or 'kinda' or I don't even know. Whatever, we have fun, and that's the main thing in the end. I like surprising the hell out of him with where I take him on dates. Though it's a bit like being in an Archie comic, sometimes."

After a bite of her taco, she goes on to say, "I'm trying to think of what else this place needs. I mean, besides maybe a stove which I am buying, thank you for the offer all the same. Someplace to hang nicer clothes, I guess. I have noplace decent to store my two dresses. And more than one good top, maybe - I had two, but one has bullet holes in it."

[Natyana Wapanee] "That is so cute!" Grins "I loved the Archie comics when I was a kid, so yeah I can see that with you two. And it's just... well yeah. It's not that gross cute that makes people wanna throw up."

She contemplates the clothing stuff first "What about one of those hanging plastic zippy things? You could just like... attach it to the ceiling or something and that'll work for what you have. No you aren't buying the stove, I am, and maybe we can get you some uh... some of those figurines like at the comic shop. They have a bunch of star wars ones down there."

[Molly Quincannon] "I'll end up dropping them in a pot if you do that," Molly says. "I don't want Wookie Stew. No. No, you are not buying my damn stove! Stop it, you! Anyway, I was actually thinking of those racks like you get in clothes stores? I could set them up as a second screen between my bedroom and the workshop; like the police tape."

Then, after a bit more thought, she looks around at the main room and wrinkles her nose. "I guess ... maybe a dining table and chairs? If there are going to be real meals?" She sighs. "Well, I guess there's Craigslist and stuff for that. I just don't want anything ... you know, fancy. Or ... I guess co-ordinated. Somehow the traditional dining set wouldn't go with the room." She looks at the eclectic mix of posters and the plastic tubes through which Neal runs and the text-speak 'talk-bubble' shaped cushions on her loveseat, then groans. "Plates. Actual plates and silverware and shit, this is going to be an actual house, isn't it?"

[Natyana Wapanee] "No no, these are big things. Like.. some of them are two feet tall or close to it. More like dolls, really that you don't really play with. And you can paint them yourself if you want. They have the kind that you can paint or get them pre painted."

"Definitely a table and chairs Maybe get one of those folding card tables so you can just take it down when you work on the habitrail and shit. And with stove means kitchenware, which I can make you a list for everything you'll ever need, including romantic dinner stuff" Waggles her eyebrows

[Molly Quincannon] "Oh, eff-eff-ess!" Molly grabs up a nearby plushie virus of some kind (the cow-print pattern suggests that it may be 'mad cow disease') and flings it at Nat's head ... though she's chuckling as she does it. "I can actually put together a kitchen! It can't be that hard! And I dunno about folding card tables, anyway. Anything I own furniture-wise probably ought to be fairly sturdy. Ikea has a website, right?" She shrugs. "I get kind of zen about furniture set-up." She looks around in a contemplative sort of way and adds, "Maybe even bookshelves. Though I'd need more books to put in them, maybe." Molly does own books, but mostly they sit stacked next to the armchair, the beanbags, the loveseat, the customer service desk, the bed. None of them have shelves, and there's little rhyme or reason to the stacking ... at least, not to the naked eye.

[Natyana Wapanee] She laughs and ducks the oncoming plushie, batting it back at her. "I didn't say you couldn't put a kitchen together! But I think up stuff most people don't, woman. And face it. You brought food for camping at James' and... a whole chicken? and cottage cheese? Seriously? How'm I sposed to teach you if you don't lemme help."

She looks around, shrugging "I was thinking conventional, since I know how much work you do around here. Folding table would let you move it around a hell of a lot easier when you're setting stuff up"

[Molly Quincannon] "Yeah, but if something sturdy gives me one more sturdy surface to work on. Or stand on." She grins at Nat. "I may be taller than you and some entity once called me Tall, like it was a name, I still can't reach the ceiling without something to stand on. And I didn't know what you wanted to cook," she adds. "If I was shopping for myself, I'd pick up the pieces I need based on what the recipe tells me! I mean, there are all these recipes floating around the internet; may as well use 'em. Anyway, what's wrong with cottage cheese? Aside from looking like it was regurgitated at some point?"

[Natyana Wapanee] "Ok, yeah. I can see the want for sturdiness then." She nods.

And then starts cracking up laughing "I wasn't planning on cooking anything! Hell I wasn't even planning on staying as long as I did, but he didn't want me to leave until I got some sleep. Cottage cheese is actually really good but coupled with a whole chicken? You're weird."

[Molly Quincannon] Molly blinks. "Look, I dunno, okay? Maybe they could be used together. Maybe they couldn't. Either way, I had bases covered, right? And I did okay with the Cherokee recipe ingredients, right? I picked up everything I could find in the recipes, so I must've done okay. And I shopped for a steak dinner and that came out okay. And there's nothing that weird in my fridge right now, is there?"

[Natyana Wapanee] She chuckles "I'm picking on you. Relax. The efforts just added to your awesome points anyways because it worked and was above and beyond to drive clear out to lakeview for that, and do all the printing and shopping and shit that you did. But you know I had to pick on you for it."

[Molly Quincannon] "No, you don't have to; you just like to," Molly points out, with a bit of a rueful smirk at her. "But I suppose I can kind of forgive you. Mostly." Then she grins, and even blushes a bit. "Hey, can I show you something? I was doing a bit of browsing online, picked something up and wanted an opinion."

[Natyana Wapanee] "Yea sure" She wanders back over to the computer, grinning "Least it keeps you on your toes and most of the time laughing when I pick on you. So Nyah!" She finishes off the bottle and leans it on her hip as she waits curiously

[Molly Quincannon] As Nat moves over to the computer, Molly gets up and heads to the bedroom area, saying, "Stay there. Poke around through iTunes or something for a minute. Think of new ways to 'keep me on my toes', you troublesome thing, you." With a last nose-wrinkled look of fake sneer, she shuts the door.

She comes out a few minutes later, and she's wearing what Nat will recognise (since Molly would have introduced Nat to Firefly first thing, if Nat hadn't seen it already) as the red dress Inara wore in the opening scenes of 'Shindig'. She's got the jewellery, too, and somehow the style of the dress doesn't really suffer from the effect of Molly coming in barefoot. Now the only problem is the scruffy hair, really.

[Natyana Wapanee] She laughs, turning to the computer and pulls up a browser. Quick input on the search to start looking for kitchenware sets while she has the chance.

When Molly comes out, her eyes go big. She hadn't seen the series prior Molly's introduction, and the grin that spreads after the initial shock of actually seeing her in a dress fades back enough. "WOW! Now that is freakin awesome!"

[Molly Quincannon] Molly blushes and ruffles her hair a bit, to tidy it a bit. "I ... was looking at movie costume websites and this jumped out at me. And ... well, Chuck likes red. And Firefly. So ... y'know, while I figure he'd probably more go for Kaylee ... I am not wearing that ... pink thing. Ever." Then she looks at her feet. "I also need to find shoes that match this thing that aren't heels."

[Natyana Wapanee] She nods, still grinning. "Well in that case you'll probably drive him nuts. That gonna be the new Halloween idea then? Or you gonna do some sneaky dress up night for him?"

She closes the browser, will have to save that for sneaky other time. Least she managed to get one set of dishes ordered, that'll be a start. She paces around Molly, looking it over. "That's just way too cool."

[Molly Quincannon] "No! I'm still up for Morrigan," she says. "I might actually have kind of talked him around to going in full plate armour! This is just ... a dress. Date dress. I might even save it for a romantic dinner-that-I-cooked. So I guess sneaky dress-up night might be it at that. And if he wants more Kaylee ... I have the coveralls. Just need to sew a teddy bear patch on one of the legs, and I'm good."

She stands still for the inspection (the bandage that had been on her upper left arm is gone, leaving a burn scar, but it's healed well), then shakes her head. "Okay, so the fact remains that I need shoes. And tableware. And other stuff. And we talked about shopping. So let me get into some street clothes and we'll go do that, okay?" Stepping back into the bedroom, she adds, "I might even throw together one last taco for the road before we go."

[Natyana Wapanee] "Gonna be awesome getting into some leather armour type stuff again. That's what he's making, right? Not some cheap knock off lame thing? If he does, I might even pick up my fight training again having a suit that'll fit." She chews on her lip a little, and grins. "Kaylee was adorable. So yeah, maybe we can find a patch for the coveralls while we're out today."

She nods and once that's all squared away, is ready to roll for a day out and about shopping. She might even eyeball a dress or two for herself with the implanted idea of surprise sneaky romantic nights. Molly is such a bad influence.