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[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]