14106/Friday night pot(s)

Friday night pot(s)
Date of Scene:	11 February 2023
Location:	Robbie's Apartment
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Phoebe Beacon, Robbie Reyes

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Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe Beacon preferred to dress down when she was planning on getting dirty. Old jeans with a couple of patches over the pockets and knees, a gray-green T-shirt promoting a recycling initiative in Gotham with 'GO GREEN' and a screenprinted totally-not-Poison-Ivy on it beneath an open sweatshirt, carrying a couple of canvas shopping bags and a backpack full of gardening supplies.

    She jogs up to the apartment building where the Reyes brothers made their home and hits the buzzer.

    She smells, suspiciously, like noodles, and the crinkle of plastic bags in one of her canvas bags my give her away.

    Today her hair is just in a plain, soft knit cap, and she has a pair of glasses perched perilously close to the tip of her nose.

Robbie Reyes has posed:
The lobby's empty today. No harried mother and crying child, just the suspiciously strong scent of bleach that's recently been applied. Neighbourhood like this, the potential reasons are many; but none of them bear thinking about too long.

Phoebe's buzzed up without so much as a confirmation on the other end, and the apartment door's been unlocked -- and left slightly ajar -- by the time she reaches it.

Gabe, as he'd mentioned, is out, so she's stuck with the older Reyes boy tonight. Who's out on the covered patio in a grungy old tee shirt and pair of old, ripped coveralls with the arms tied around his waist. He's got a box of seed packets beside him on the ground, and he appears to be just settling back down to the task of transfering potting soil into a large terracotta pot. Several other empty pots are arranged nearby.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe makes her way to the apartment, pausing a moment to take in the overly clean smell of bleach. It's always suspicious in Gotham. Lot of people try to cover up crime under the smell of Fresh Linen Clorox. She doesn't consider it too long, though, and moves to the ajar door, giving a pause a moment, listening, before she pushes it open a little bit, looking around, and as she looks to the patio door, and gives a small smile as she spots Robbie.

    She tarries a moment in the doorway, watching him settle back down, and then she gives a knock on the door to alert him fully to her being there.

    "Hey," she grins, stepping in fully and closing the door behind her. "Hope you don't mind, I brought some of my later-season seeds to start up too. Also -- snowpeas! Got some from my winter garden."

Robbie Reyes has posed:
He's expecting her, of course, so he's already looking up well before Phoebe knocks. Using the inside of his elbow to itch his nose, he flashes her a quick, dimpled grin and sticks his hands back into the dirt.

"I like the glasses. Kind of nerd chic. You make the hat or buy it?" There's some music playing from his phone on the kitchen counter -- just inside the open patio door -- plugged into a pair of small, portable speakers.

"What else did you bring? I got.. peppers, tomatoes, kale and some pink cosmos." He sifts through the seed packets while he enumerates them.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Thanks. I had my GPS pulled up on it. I get so used to seeing cities from rooftops that I get my ground-level mixed up." Phoebe admits with a slight smile, and sets her bags down just inside the kitchen from the patio.

    "Didn't strike me as a kale sorta guy. Ornamental or green?" she asks out of curiosity, leaning over.

    "I picked up some squash, and I have a spare squash-net it can grow up. They're summer squash, so it's not like you're gonna go crazy with them like zuchinni do. I've got some of my Reaper crossbreed pepper seeds, they look ugly but the uglier they are, the hotter they are as far as peppers go." Phoebe takes out a few ziplock bags that are hand-labeled. The Reaper ones have a skull and crossbones on them.

    "And I brought cuttings from some of my sheltered plants. Echinechia, chamomile, and a very special one --" Phoebe carefully unwraps the cuttings, keeping them on damp paper towels as she holds one up.

    "This is a lavender me and my dad planted when I was ten, so it's almost a decade old." she gives a wry smile.

    "... and I didn't make the hat, but it was made for me. My friend JayJay made it for me."

Robbie Reyes has posed:
"You got me figured out, babe," Robbie quips back, dusting some potting soil off his hands and into the mostly filled pot. "Ornamental." Like he'd be caught dead eating kale, of all things.

"Reaper peppers, huh? You got a deathwish or something?" He watches her face as she holds up the clippings. Her mouth, and then her eyes; and finally, the lavender that holds such a special place in her heart. "We'll find a good spot for it," he tells her. "Gonna need lots of sun. Nice big pot. Wish I had a proper bed for it, but.." But space out here is limited, and he has what he has.

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "I'd like to think I've gotten to know you pretty well," Phoebe's lips purse a moment as she gives a side-eye to Robbie, though the corners prick up before she grins. "Kale is just Really Fancy Cabbage anyway." she teases as she pulls out a couple of seed trays.

    "I have some growing in a bed at the Wayne estate. I used to make home-made Lavender Extract with it -- this particular cultivar was created for smaller spaces. Smells amazing too." she explains with a small grin.

    She takes out the To Go containers from See Yew Soon, setting them to the side, and a bright red tupperware container full of raw snow pea pods, from which she plucks out a couple, and she leaaaans out onto the patio to wordlessly offer Robbie one.

    "Could always sign up for a spot in the community garden if you wanted more dirt to play in."

Robbie Reyes has posed:
His eyes tick back up at that, mismatched pair that they are. Then he sticks his tongue out at the girl, a flash of silver piercing before it disappears again.

But-- what's this. Food? Robbie wipes his hands off on the thighs of those old coveralls, climbs to his feet. "Whatcha bring me?" he wants to know, wandering over to try to get a look at the food.

The snow pea pod is accepted, and he makes a moue with his mouth at the comment about the community garden. "Ain't the same as having my own," he explains. "Somethin' about it makes it feel like home, I guess."

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    "Pad thai, spice level six, with chicken." Phoebe explains, sliding over his meal. "Hope it's not *too* hot for you." she gives a bright grin at that and she hops up on the counter to sit, cracking open her own to go container.

    "Nah, I get it. The first thing Tim did when I was living with him was let me have a container garden up on the roof. Had to shore up the floor underneath it for all the weight though..." she smiles. "definitely haivng the plants makes it feel like home. I get you there." she gives a small smile, handing over a set of chopsticks.

    "... you garden much when you were living on the West Coast?"

Robbie Reyes has posed:
Too hot for *Robbie*? Surely she jests. He steps past her to go wash his hands at the sink, lathering them up with plenty of soap. And snorts at the suggestion. "Not a fuckin' chance," he murmurs as he rinses off and shakes them out to dry.

The chopsticks are accepted, and he tucks the snow pea pod into one of the pockets of his coveralls before going to sprawl into a chair. Not too far from the counter where Phoebe's perched, and roughly facing her so they can still converse.

"My abuelo did," he confides quietly, watching her. "Tried to teach me, but I wasn't real interested then. How'd you get into it?"

Phoebe Beacon has posed:
    Phoebe stirs her noodles in thought as she gives a nod, drawing her eyes up to Robbie as she slurps a noodle and chews in consideration.

    "My dad. My first dad. Chuck Beacon." she replies, "He gardened and tinkered with cars and bikes between fighting fires and aikido. Gardening helped get more than a few families through when Gotham was cut off from the rest of the US." Phoebe gives a small smile.

    "You also pick up cars from your abuelo? Or someone else in your family?" she asks in curiosity, eyebrows rising up.