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[ukan]

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[atowncalledtreffy]

[He shrugs a little. It always hurts to see the names of family members long dead, and passing mentions of Sypha, so that's something of an unhappy discovery. The worst aspects of his personality, less so, because he's harsher in his own darkest moments. After a second or two of looking it over, he closes the file and walks back over to Lark with it]

No. Nothing I didn't already know.

So if we're 'permanent', what's that mean? You force me off this ship, you get a deal, and I don't get another warden in a month?

[ukan]

It means you don't get another warden. No one else gets to impose punishments on you.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well, that’s stupid.

[ukan]

Well if you want other people weighing in and punishing you, I'm sure there's a line...

[atowncalledtreffy]

Hah. Fucker.

I mean that what if you don’t get someone you like? I don’t trust the admiral for shit: I wouldn’t trust him to not try something fuck-off evil.

Just because you and I don’t want to kill each other doesn’t mean you know what you’re doing.

[ukan]

[He gives him a look. Most of it is a smirk] You don't think I know what I'm doing?

[atowncalledtreffy]

[he grins right back]

Cooking, sure. I can taste the results.

But you’ve never dealt with a member of the Belmont family. When we want something, nothing gets in our way.

[ukan]

[He throws a slice of carrot at him] And what is it you want?

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor gives a grim, dismal sort of smile, sad and reflective as he catches the carrot in one fist, before turning back to his stewpot to wash]

Nothing you can give.

Sorry, that was dismal-sounding, wasn't it?

[ukan]

Dismal sounding, no. Dismal, yes.

There's a hierarchy of needs. Where I'm from it's named after someone but it's a common concept. You've heard of it?

[atowncalledtreffy]

No. But I get what you're saying.

[ukan]

All right. So which needs aren't being met?

[atowncalledtreffy]

[he glances at the clock, gauging how much time they've got. Far too little to go into Trevor Belmont existential crisis mode; best put a lid on that. He chuckles, quiet, and turns his head back to scrubbing]

Never mind. I'm going to bring down the mood and there's still an hour left in this dinner. You still have prepping for tomorrow to do, Mr. Werewolf Cook.

[ukan]

As stubborn as you are, [his tone thoughtful] I don't think you're prepared for having a werewolf lawyer interested in you. We'll be picking up this discussion again later. My mood can take it.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Hey, I'm not avoiding the conversation. I just don't want to watch you get mobbed and burned because everyone in this ship goes hungry while you and I talk out whatever it is you want to talk about.

[ukan]

Neither of us wants that. The ship goes from calm to rabid over the wrong word choice in a text.

But you're my first priority.

[atowncalledtreffy]

That's a little creepy, Lark, coming from a married man like you.

[ukan]

Shut up. If I keep throwing carrots at you there won't be any left for the soup.

Here are the facts: if you tell me what you need and what you're lacking, I can try to get them met. For example, you're able to fight again. You seem like the sort of man who needs that freedom.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Lark, you're a smart man. I think if you read that file, you'll know what I really want, and I'm sorry to say that by giving it to me, you'll have no hope of getting your own needs met.

So how about we forget that I said anything and go back to feeding this angry lot of children?

[ukan]

What do you think my needs are?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well, if you're anything like me - food, drink. Sex with Alec - you, not me - and sleep.

[ukan]

And what is in that file that stops those from being met?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Well, how much time do we have? Look, you read, I'll cook. Just yell if I start to fuck it up.

[ukan]

[He wipes his hands on a towel and offers a ladle to Trevor.] Just stir it slowly.

[He picks up the file.]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[Trevor chuckles, taking the ladle. He walks to the pot and does as instructed- hard to mess up stirring]