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[mightbeconcussed]

[Lucy is sitting on top of the counter in her store. She's wearing a dress and a pair of heels. Her hair is wavy, curly and loose around her shoulders. There's a flush in her cheeks that hasn't been there in a very long time and she's got a big smile on her face.]

Someone made a deal for me, at least I think that's what happened. Anyway, I'm alive and who ever it was...thank you. It's not like I really think a thank you can take care of that. It's sort of bigger than that and by sort of I mean a lot bigger than that, but thank you anyway.

[Lucy has an idea who made the deal for her and why, but she's not entirely sure that he wants it broadcast.]

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[valentineluke]

Castiel would be pleased.

[candothat]

Congratulations, Lucy.

[Haha! She'll never suspect!]

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[anunluckypenny]

Lucy, that's amazing! Pretend I'm giving you a congratulatory hug, okay?

[justamessenger]

Really? Congratulations!

[mightbeconcussed]

Yeah, I think so too. He always felt guilty that he couldn't do more.

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[mightbeconcussed]

Thank you. [She says it a bit too intently to be a thanks for the congrats.]

So, Pavel...you didn't have anything to do with this?

[She's had a few days to think about it.]

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[mightbeconcussed]

Totally pretending and pretend hugging back. Thank you.

[mightbeconcussed]

Really! And thank you. How are you, Dulcie?

[justamessenger]

Forget about me, this is your big day! How are you going to celebrate?

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[candothat]

No?

...Yes.

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[mightbeconcussed]

Oh, Pavel.

[She tears up, pausing a moment to look up at the ceiling, wiping tears away before she looks back to the video and smiles.]

I can't ever--I'm going to cook for you. A lot. Okay?

[mightbeconcussed]

I think I'm going to go dancing. Something fast and heart racing.

Want to come with?

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[candothat]

Lucy. You do not owe me anything.

...But I never refuse food.

[justamessenger]

Well, obviously!

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[mightbeconcussed]

What did they make you give up>

[A bit of a smile, still teary though.]

Good, because you're going to get a lot of it. [And he will. She will make sure he is stocked up on all kinds of homemade food, savory and sweet.]

[mightbeconcussed]

I'll meet you at Club Automica in half an hour?

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[candothat]

It is more a matter of what I was foolish enough to offer, thinking that the deities would be interested in only one area of knowledge rather than all I mentioned. Should I speak with the deities again, I will bring along someone better at negotiations.

[This is said lightly, but Chekov still can't quite believe how badly he managed that particular trade or imagine what he's going to do with himself without all of the knowledge that made him valuable. Still, a life is worth a good deal; the trade doesn't seem entirely unfair.]

You are going to spoil me.

[justamessenger]

On it! I'll bring my party boots.

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[mightbeconcussed]

I'm so sorry, Pavel.

[She feels horrible and guilty and just awful that he had to give up something for her.]

Yeah, well you're one of the few people I know who totally deserves it. If you'll find me some Russian recipes, I'll see if I can make something from your home.

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[candothat]

Why? I did it without your knowledge; you did not coerce me.

[Siiigh. This is why he didn't want to tell her.]

There is nothing I won't eat, Lucy. If you feel you must go out of your way for me, please do not go too far out of your way.

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[mightbeconcussed]

Because...I don't know. I feel bad that you had to give something up for me.

[Poor Chekov. HIs life is hard.]

Did I mention I actually like cooking for other people? It's not half as much fun to cook for myself.

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[candothat]

Maybe I wanted to.

[As is the life of every teenager.]

You may have mentioned that in passing, but I doubt you would enjoy making some of the foods I like.

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[mightbeconcussed]

Thank you. Not everyone would.

Like what? 'Cause now I'm curious.

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[candothat]

I like to be unusual.

Pickled herring, holodets, shuba... those are the three that I like best but can very rarely convince friends to eat.

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[mightbeconcussed]

I might not eat it, but I can make it anyway. I have to be honest, I don't know what Holodets and Shuba are.

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[candothat]

Holodets... I have nothing to compare it to, but mostly it is pigs knuckles and other things boiled down, minced, and set. Like gelatin, maybe? Shuba is herring and beets and mayonnaise and things like that. There is nothing to compare that to, either.

Both are very good.

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[mightbeconcussed]

Oh! We have a dessert in the South that's like Holodets. It's called pig's foot jelly. I don't really eat it though. Shuba sounds like...crab slaw or something,

I don't actually think I've ever eaten them though because...I just haven't.

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[candothat]

Pig's foot jelly? That could be close.

I have been told that taste is acquired through culture, but you may like holodets and shuba, since the South is, in some ways, similar to Russia in that respect.

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[mightbeconcussed]

I could give them a shot. Not judging if I don't like them 'cause I'm sure I like foods you don't.

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[candothat]

That sounds almost like a challenge. I doubt there is anything in this universe that I won't eat.

[His universe is different. Although Chekov hasn't tried Klingon cuisine, he has heard enough about it to be wary.]

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[mightbeconcussed]

[that makes her laugh]

I guess I"m going to be cooking, although, in my very biased opinion, everything I cook is awesomesauce.

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[candothat]

Then that will make it hard for you to create something that I do not like.

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[mightbeconcussed]

Or you'll be eating a lot.

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[candothat]

If you don't mind, neither do I.

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[mightbeconcussed]

Definitely not. Are you still in the bottomless bit phase of your life?

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[candothat]

I have been there since I was born, if my father is to be believed.

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[mightbeconcussed]

[Lucy laughs at that.]

Then it'll be a challenge to keep you full.