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Lunch at the Triskelion
Date of Scene: 18 September 2021
Location: Food Court: Triskelion
Synopsis: Lunch at the Triskelion with Hellboy, Cael and Sara ends with a small temper tantrum, the promise of ice cream, and a roommate torture show.
Cast of Characters: Sara Pezzini, Hellboy, Cael Becker




Sara Pezzini has posed:
Early afternoon, the best time to get in some shooting practice at the range then head to the food court for some lunch. Sara didn't really need the practice, but it was always wise to keep practicing all the same. What was offered in the court was different every week, and this week it was an Italian theme, spaghetti, lasagna, that sort of thing.

Sara had gotten herself some of the spaghetti and toasted Italian bread, then settled at one of the few tables that didn't have people already claiming it.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy is easily recognizable to anyone there, unlike most of the humans one might not know. His meal consists of a huge stack of pancakes. He moves through the crowd with surprising ease, but only because people move out of the way for him. He gets to Sara's table and says, "Hey. Mind if I sit here?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara watches people getting out of Hellboy's way. She met him briefly once before, which is likely the reason she's not freaking out or staring like many of the agents are. Ah newbies, so much fun to watch.

Look /UP/ as the red giant approached, she uses her foot to scoot a chair out at the table for him as she says, "By all means. Place is pretty crowded today."

Hellboy has posed:
    "Thanks," the demon says. He says nothing else before getting a big bite of pancakes with a fork using his left hand. His right hand is just the most massive table decoration...OF DOOM!

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Steadying the table as the right hand makes it's appearance, Sara offers him a smile, then uses her fork to twirl some spaghetti into a bite.

"Do you like the near terror in the eyes of rookies?" she asks, noting how the table was now getting a wide berth. "Or do you find the stares /exceedingly rude/." The last two words are said loud enough to send a few of the young agents scattering and a lot of heads turning away.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy raises an eyebrow at the woman's accusation to the newbies around her. Swallowing his huge bite of pancake, he says, "You got lady problems, or you always this cheerful?" He impales the fork through the tall stack of pancakes and tears off another bite-size chunk before shoveling it into his mouth.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
The fork hovers there for a moment as Sara stares him, but not in the same way the others had been.

"I was getting the rookies and newbies to stop staring at you," she comments dryly. "Would you prefer they went back to staring? I was trying to give you some peace while you ate your lunch."

Picking up her cup of coffee she takes a drink as she watching Hellboy, trying to figure out how her attempting to help him suddenly equated to girl problems. Either he was large and dumb, or large and clueless, she'd have to figure out which.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy swallows another bite and looks at her. "Just a bit much," Hellboy said. "Give them a chance to get used to me, they'll be asking for autographs. Then, absolutely be rude for me." He extends his huge, stone hand toward her, pointing a finger at her. "You know about me. I'm Hellboy. Who are you?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Taking that bite she had prepared, Sara takes a moment to chew it and not insult the large red demon, then swallows.

"Agent Sara Pezzini, New York City detective, and I don't know your clearance, so I can't say much more than that," she takes another sip of coffee. "Everyone here knows who you are, it's really difficult not to, but these young agents have to learn to just keep doing what their doing, no matter who might come through. Captain America, Thor, Tony Stark, you... come through here, they have to be able to just let it happen and not act like school yard crushes are happening."

Hellboy has posed:
    "I don't mind people crushing on me," Hellboy says, bringing the right hand of doom back and somehow managing to open a can of soda with it. "Maybe I spoke out of line before," he says, picking up the can and chugging the whole thing down before crushing it in those stone fingers until the aluminum was crumpled up like a rolled napkin. He burps. "But, you know, demon." He drops the can on his tray and points that finger up that he'd offered her to shake. "Also: Assume I have no clearance, because I don't need your secrets." He picked up a pancake-loaded bite with his fork and shoveled it into his mouth.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sitting back in her chair, Sara crosses left leg over the right.

"Demon raised here on this plane by a good man from what I've heard," she comments. "As for my secrets, its not a matter of needing them or not. I haven't been told by my superiors if I'm outed or not, that's all. I'm working with SHIELD and the Avengers, so it's only a matter of time before it's a commonly known thing. Honestly, at this point, I don't care who knows."

Another twirl of the fork and she takes another bite of the spaghetti. She'd met a number of the 'not just SHIELD agents' around here, each seemed to have their own reason for being socially awkward, it went with the territory apparently, but 'you know, demon' was a new one.

Hellboy has posed:
    "Well, it's good to meet you," Hellboy said, remembering his manners being something apparently unusual for him. "I don't do much with the Avengers. Usually on more supernatural stuff. I've saved the world a few times," he says, though it isn't entirely clear whether or not he's bragging about that.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara smirks slightly, setting her fork on the plate to collect her coffee cup again.

"My specialty lines up with yours," she offers as the smirk turns to a coy smile. "I think it's pretty common place for people like you and I to save the world, Hellboy. It's what we do, isn't it?"

Watching him for a moment in silence, she runs a few bits and pieces of information around in her head. Big Red here had to know about Witchblade, there wasn't a demon on the planet, whether they were supposed to be or not, who didn't know about the one weapon that can actually hurt them.

Nodding to herself she says, "That secret... I wield the Witchblade." having decided to just tell him and let SHIELD deal with it.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy stops chewing. He looks at her for a few moments before swallowing. "I know you're not threatening me," he says. "But, uh...you want me to switch tables or somethin'?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara shakes her head as she says quickly, "No, no, no, no need for that." She adjusts herself in her seat, leaning forward a little.

"Just because I wield the Witchblade doesn't mean I'm hunting every demon on the planet. I'm sure you'd agree you're a special case, not out looking to eat any souls or take over the world. I wasn't trying to drive you off, was just letting you know. We might be asked to work together, never know around here."

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy considers her, then nods. "Alright," he finally says. "I suppose that's considerate of you. Everyone human SHIELD agent whose boots touch the ground knows their fellow agents are armed and can be dangerous. I'll stay behind you, then, if we get into a fray."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara laughs with a slight roll of her eyes, "Oh come on, we both know you're a front lines kind of guy, and once you get to know me you'll learn really quick that when it comes to my team mates, which could be anyone connected to SHIELD, they're never the target. I'll do anything to protect them, which includes you. However, if you want to stand behind me for protection..." she leaves it hanging there with a large grin on her face.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy tilts his head at her with sass as she concludes. He does smile after he pulls the sass back, however. "You're alright," he informs her.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara offers a slight bow, "Why thank you Hellboy, you're alright in my book too."

Another twirl of spaghetti onto her fork, and it disappears into her mouth. She and Hellboy are sitting at a table, he is enjoying pancakes, a lot of them, and since it is Italian week in the food course, Sara has spaghetti.

Hellboy has posed:
    That having been dealt with, Hellboy goes back to cheerfully shoveling syrup-laden pancakes into his mouth. After swallowing another bite, he asks, "So, you must have had a lot of people staring at you when you first got here," he assumes. "Or do people not recognize you how they do me?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    It's Italian week - and Sara goes for //spaghetti?// Cael and Sara are going to have to talk about her pedestrian tastes. For her part, Cael has secured a piece of margherita pizza, with a shallow dish of seafood paella beside it - topped with shrimp and mussels. I mean, who could say no? She tops this off with a cup of tea. Coffee would just be too heavy. She starts towards the pair at their table, a frown on her features as she takes in Hellboy.
    "...not a figment of my concussion after all," she remarks as she sits. "That's good to know."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
"Nah, people don't recognize me... yet," Sara replies to Hellboy. "It's only a matter of time before they do, the secret won't stay for much longer. The minute I armor up though, I get stared at."

Turning her head slightly, she ahs, she was right about the voice she heard. "Now this... prepared to be stared at again," is offered quietly then she calls out to Cael, "Just get your butt over here, Cael and meet Hellboy already."

Turning back to the big red male she says, "My partner."

Hellboy has posed:
    "I'd definitely stare," Hellboy says to Sara. As she calls out, Hellboy looks at Cael and leans back in his chair. "Hey, you were at the fire," he says. "You okay? I felt like glow-worm was going to make sure you were taken care of."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Yeah. An MRI and CAT scan later - completely fine." Well. Completely was relative - concussions take time to heal. "Nothing some pain meds can't handle." At least she can keep down food now. ...and stay awake. Still, there's something a bit tentative about the way she takes her first bite of that risotto - as if she expects the nausea to return abruptly.
    "Spent some time resting at home - it did me wonders." At least the nausea had meant that Sara hadn't had to prep food for her roommate. "That was a hell of a thing, huh? Glad we were able to get everyone out."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara gives her fork another twirl in the spaghetti, trying to decide exactly what Hellboy meant by him staring, but decides to let it go for now.

"You two have met then?" She asks, looking between them. "And Cael, you really should of given yourself one more day, you /just/ started being able to walk in a straight line with both eyes open."

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy looks between the women as he chews on another bite of pancakes. Even though he's physically between them, he knows better than to get between them.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I was dying of boredom in bed," Cael counters - which is not the first time Sara's heard that complaint. "And it's not like we lack medical around here." Or that excuse.
    "I'm not allowed out in the field yet, anyways," she adds with a sigh - and it's probably going to be at least a week before she's cleared for active duty, with either the FBI or SHIELD. Since her first bite didn't trigger any reaction, she takes a second bite of her risotto. "This is good," she remarks. "But really - all the offerings out there, and you go for //spaghetti//?"

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara sighs, looking back to Hellboy.

"That would be one-hundred and two times I've heard 'I was dying of boredom in bed'," she offers, then lifts the fork of spaghetti. "This is the only thing I don't have to compare to my mother's cooking Cael, everything else she makes like a hundred percent better. Spaghetti is save from that. I'll prove it buy having her make you something, name it, she'll make it."

The forkful of spaghetti goes into her mouth to be chewed and swallowed before saying, "So you two already met, no introductions required?"

Hellboy has posed:
    "Everybody knows me," Hellboy says. "Or I thought they did." He extends his big, right, stone hand toward Cael, holding out a finger and letting her choose whether or not to shake it. "Hellboy," he says.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I mean, by the time I really got a look at him, I was already on the pavement. So I wouldn't call what happened 'meeting,'" Cael remarks with dry amusement, as she takes the offered hand. "Cael Becker - probie SHIELD agent," she explains. "Thanks for helping with that fire, by the way. Hate to think what could have happened if we hadn't intervened." There could have been some deaths - or at least some more severe injuries.
    Her gaze goes towards Sara, something speculative in her gaze. She hadn't exactly grown up in a happy home, and there are times when she just doesn't factor //parents// into the equation. "What's your favorite of her cooking?" she asks.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Again Sara smirks at Hellboy as his ego steps up to bat one more time, but it fit him actually so she just chuckled.

"My bad, apparently everyone knows him," she comments with a grins. "I've known /of/ him, saw him once before on a mission, he went south with one group while I went north with another team."

Taking a sip of her coffee she looks back to Cael as she says, "Caprese Chicken, Pasta Fagioli al Forno, and her Muffuletta are my personal favorites, but honestly anything she makes. If you want pizza though, you go to my dad. Ever since he retired, he's been mastering the fine art of /real/ Italian pizza."

Hellboy has posed:
    "I remember that," Hellboy says, the sarcasm subtle in his voice. "That one time I went south on a mission." He just stuffs more pancakes into his mouth, however, rather than reacting to the talk of other foods verbally.

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Well - I'll try any of it. I'm not as picky as- some." Cael digs into her food, ignoring the brief hesitation she'd had over her word choice there, and presuming the others will as well, if they even noticed.
    "So why SHIELD, Hellboy? Why not try for... the Avengers, or the Justice League, or what have you?" she asks in a curious tone.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy looks at Cael briefly as she asks the question. He swallows the last of his pancakes and says, "I'm with the BPRD," he says. "Have been since World War 2. Broom took care of me, but I was pretty much only let out when something went bump in the night and I had to bump it back. Now that's part of SHIELD, don't know if it was always, and I'm just...doing what I've been doing, really. Only now I have cuter co-workers." He picks up his tray. "I'm going to get seconds. You ladies want anything?" he asks as he stands.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara shakes her head with a chuckle. "No thank you Hellboy," she replies. "Cuter co-workers, I'll be sure to let the other agents know."

She looks to Cael, "Picky as... some? Whose picky? If you're implying me... I'm not picky. I'll eat anything, except snails."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Not you, no," Cael answers. "An old friend, Ashley. She was very picky," she explains simply, with only a brief glance towards Sara. Back towards Hellboy she adds, "Nah - I'm good. I mean, only just sat down, so..." She takes a bite of her food again before asking, "So what's muffuletta, then?"

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy heads toward the line to get more pancakes and soda, dumping the crinkled up aluminum into recycling on his way.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
"It's a sandwich with meat and vegetables," Sara explains. "But the key is the olive dressing that goes on it like mayo. If I remember it's olives, capers, peppers, uh... giardiniera and, garlic. Goes into a food processor to make it into a sauce, then you layer it with soppressata, mortadella, capicola, and provolone. My dad used to love them for lunch while on the force."

She glances toward Hellboy a moment, then leans closer to Cael and says quietly, "I think he's hitting on me, or you, or both of us."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "A sandwich is one of your favorites?" Cael remarks with amusement, flashing Sara a grin. "I mean, sure, I bet that would make a good meal when you're on the beat, but..." She shakes her head slightly, taking a bite, before turning her gaze towards Hellboy's hulking red form. "You think so?" she muses. "I didn't notice anything. Then again, I am concussed, as you delight in reminding me."
    After a sip of tea she adds, "Hellboy - what the hell kind of name is that? No one ever gave him a proper name?"

Hellboy has posed:
    A few people try to get out of Hellboy's way, but he insists they take their turn before him, which leads to people looking back over their shoulders at him as he waits for his turn.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Another roll of the eyes and Sara says quietly, "He was named by the unit that found him as a baby, Cael. He didn't choose the name himself, but it's fitting for what he is. What sort of name would you give him other wise? Bob? Fred? Do either of those really match him? How about Kyle?"

She glances toward Hellboy again, mostly to make sure the other rookie agents are behaving themselves. She has no say over the junior or senior agents, but rookies gotta learn.

Turning back to Cael she says, "Ferdinand? Emmett? It's not sandwich Cael, it's the things on it that make it amazing."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I //know// he didn't pick it. It's still a stupid name. I might as well call you Armor-girl as your name, it's just that dumb," Cael remarks dryly. "And maybe if you didn't pick the ridiculous sounding names... He just needs something with gravitas. Something like... Ignatius, Alastair, Cassius... He'd never pull off 'Fred.' Jesus."
    She's already only picking at her risotto - even with the nausea passed, her appetite wasn't quite there.

Hellboy has posed:
    "True names have power," Hellboy says, getting back to the table and thumping down a tray with another heaping stack of pancakes on the plate on it and another can of soda. "Don't worry about mine. Hellboy is fine." He plucks up his fork and stabs down through the pancakes, pulling off a bit and spooning it into his mouth.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara grins so broadly that her teeth show, the perfect segway into a topic Cael just /loves/.

"Well of course your true name could be used in any number of magic rituals to attempt control over you," she says to Hellboy with that huge smile on her face. Poor Cael, she just can't escape it. "I'm pretty sure there's a number of warlocks out there who would /love/ to call up Hellboy in a summoning ring and command him to do their bidding. Fyi Hellboy, /those/ are the types of assholes I hunt."

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael lets out an exaggerrated groan. Not this again - and now with True Name bullshit stacked on as well. What - was 'Shelley' her 'true name'? She'd always hated the name Shelley...
    "Hellboy just doesn't strike me as any sort of proper name. Hell, it feels almost disrespectful. But it's your life, so... If you insist," she remarks, without commenting on the topic of warlocks, and summoning.

Hellboy has posed:
    "Good," Hellboy says with his mouth full to Sara. He swallows and looks to Cael. "Don't really want you trying to name me with a concussion, even if I wasn't happy with what I got," he says. "You don't like it, lots of folks call me Red." He plucks up another forkful and stuffs it into his mouth without breaking eye contact with her.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
"Red," Sara says with a nod. "That's a descriptor, but it works. What do you think Cael?" She asks looking toward the woman.

"Definitely can't use Red to summon him," she waggles her brows at Cael. "Though I will admit I had heard him called Big Red before, which is also fitting."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Red's a much better name. Red it is," Cael agrees. "And it'll work just fine for summoning him - if you shout it loud enough. Or, you know, use a cellphone." She takes a big bite of her risotto that she hardly feels the need for - then tears off a piece of the pizza to nibble at as well.

Hellboy has posed:
    "I'm proportional to my size," Hellboy says. He lifts his right hand and makes a stony fist. "Though, some parts of me are big and also red." He puts that hand down on the table with a thump. "I've heard humans call redheads 'Red' before, so at least I can pretend I fit in a bit more."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara looks back to Hellboy. "Hey... you fit in just fine, and anyone who wants to make snide little comments, or point and make rude gestures can face off with me about it," she says rather firmly. "In this world, where we have mutants, inhumans and aliens mingling with the rest of humanity, you are welcome and a part of it all. And yes, I might sound a little preachy about this, but I'm getting real sick and tired of going to rallies for Mutants that turn into riots because of human first nut jobs."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "The only people who don't belong are the assholes who think they can enslave and abuse other sentient beings," Cael agrees. "Fuck those assholes, you know?" She and her roommate seem to be of one mind on this subject - even if talk of magic still makes her decidedly uneasy.
    There was still a chance magic wasn't really. Wasn't there...?
    Bah.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy swallows and looks between the two women. "You ladies are gonna make me blush," he deadpans.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara grins, canting her head slightly. "How would we tell?"

She twirls the spaghetti onto the fork again and takes a bite, still grinning over the stupid joke.

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael rolls her eyes, then says towards Hellboy, "Now you see what I have to live with - day in, day out. I mean. I'm practically a saint, right?" she remarks.
    Not that saints are actually a thing, but - you get the idea.
    She nibbles at more of her pizza - it wasn't bad. The basil was fresh, and you can never go wrong with fresh basil.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy raises a brow at Cael and gives her a bit of side-eye before he returns to his resting demon face and grunts out, "Mmhmm," with his mouth full of pancakes.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara looks over at Cael, one brow raised. "You really want to get into 'what is put with' right now Cael? Cause we can visit you not believing in magic in front of the demon who was called to this plane by magic if you'd like." She's still grinning, even as she looks over to Hellboy. "Walking magic, that's what I am, she doesn't believe in it, despite numerous huge events that she's witnessed and been a part of. I mean like John Constantine and Steven Strange turning to dust in front of her, and my trip to Hell to get then back."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I really... really prefer not to talk about that night," Cael remarks quietly, staring at her tea. "There isn't enough whiskey in the northern hemisphere to cover what happened that night." Yeah, she's definitely wishing she didn't have tea in front of her right now - but it is what it is, so she takes a sip regardless.
    Tea's at least better 'n nothing.

Hellboy has posed:
    Hellboy huffs out a sigh at Sara's comments, then looks at Cael. "Don't cover it," he says, in a surprisingly lucid and grown-up moment. "Don't hide from it. I have bullets filled with holy water to fight vampires with, but if you want to put a science answer behind that, it doesn't matter. Deal with your pain. You have someone here who knows more about magic than I ever could and who clearly cares about you. Trust those people around you who can prepare you for this stuff, because gawking in disbelief in a crisis is not going to be helpful, and being broken inside isn't something I want to see in any of my coworkers, especially not you."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara lays her hand lightly on Cael's shoulder. "I'm sorry to bring that night up," she comments softly. "But you can't keep living in total denial of the whole thing Cael. We won't talk about that night any more, alright? I won't bring it up again." She glances to Hellboy and mouths 'thank you' before looking back to Cael. "Will you at least try to accept, based on what you have seen?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael's demeanor changes abruptly as she draws herself up straighter, and leans subtly away from Hellboy, her jaw tightening and anger flashing in her eyes. "I'm not broken, and if you want to go believing shit like that, then fuck you," she spits out, glancing at Sara with some annoyance. She's just going to put up with him saying that shit? //Great//. Just great.
    She shrugs her way out from under Sara's hand as she adds, "I don't think //now// is a great time to discuss it," she matters to grit out. Or she's fairly certain she'll start saying things she doesn't want to see around co-workers - or friends.

Hellboy has posed:
    His plate empty again, Hellboy stands. He looms over Cael and says, "Guess I should stick to demon stuff," he calmly says. He picks up his can of soda and looks at Sara. "Take care of my tray, will you? I'm going to go pet a cat or something." He somehow manages to open that can with his big, stony red hand and chugs it down while walking toward the door, crumping it into a tiny ball of aluminum before tossing it into the recycling as he walks.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara lets out a hard breath. "Cael, for fucks sake, we're all a little broken. I didn't know that was a trigger for you, alright? I'm sorry." She looks back toward Hellboy for a moment, then toward Cael. "You want me to kick his ass for you? You're making a way bigger deal out of one word, but clearly this is linked to something else. Some where in your life that word meant something more, so I I apologize for not knowing that and for not telling him to shove it for calling you that, alright?"

Now she looks toward Hellboy as he moves to leave, "Yeah, I'll get your tray. Thanks for having lunch with me, and pet a cat for me."

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael doesn't answer either of them at first, her gaze following Hellboy at he moves off, before fixating down on her tray.
    Eventually, she'll feel embarrassed over her reaction - perhaps even apologetic. That's going to take a little while obviously.
    "No need to kick anyone's ass," she finally says, without looking up. "It's just the damned concussion. Maybe I should have stayed home, after all."
    It's not //just// the damned concussion.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara puts her tray with Hellboy's, stacking them up together before looking back to Cael.

"No, it's not just the concussion Cael, even I know that... but I won't pry. You want to talk about something, you know I'm here, other wise from now on I know that broken is a trigger and I won't let anyone call you that, for any reason, without threat of getting their ass kicked. Alright?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael can feel it bubbling up inside her again - that urge to assert that she isn't broken. Sara didn't even say that she was - it was a ridiculous reaction, and she knew it, so luckily she's able tighten her jaw and keep herself from responding for the moment.
    She does reach into a pocket, though, for a bottle of medicine, popping it open and tossing one of the pills into her mouth, washing it down with some of the tea. She can feel her head starting to pound. Great.
    "My mom was an addict," she finally states simply. "Spent most of my childhood being bounced between mom, and foster care, and being forced to go to psychiatrists," and being medicated, whether she liked it or not. "Just the way it is."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara ahs softly and nods. Now she knew why broken was a trigger, because it was used far too often in Cael's childhood to explain her mother, to explain her, to cover all the reasons everything bad ever happened.

"I'm sorry Cael," she says, even though she didn't actually do anything other than not kick Hellboy's ass. "I get it now. I swear, if I'd known, I wouldn't have... I would have said something and I wouldn't have said what I said."

Risking it, she reaches over again to lay her hand on Cael's shoulder if she will let her. "There's nothing wrong with you, disbelieving magic is actually really normal, but you don't live in the normal world any more, so we'll work on that. For now..." she leans a little to look at Cael's face. "Forgive me?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    Cael's shoulder is tense, and she shifts uneasily at the touch - but she doesn't flinch out from underneath at this time, as she continues to stare down at her plate. She was starting to get annoyed at herself for her reaction - and her inability to get it back under wraps again. Maybe it was the concussion. Maybe it was affecting her more than she realized.
    "I really can't talk about it right now," she answers. "We can talk about it later." She lets out a sigh before adding, "I'm not mad at you." Hell, she's not even sure that she's mad at //him//.
    She's just mad.

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara nods, then takes her hand back. She doesn't get all of what is making Cael so upset, but she gets that she's still tense and trying to work through it.

"Later's fine," she comments, finishing off her coffee. "Come on, let's go home. I saw you pop another pill, which means your head is hurting. We'll try again tomorrow for out and working."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "I don't want to be laid up in bed," Cael protests with a sigh, but she rises to her feet regardless, her food still half-finished.
    "Look, I'm sorry I popped off. That's... not like me." Not anymore, anyways. "I'm usually better than that." Her gaze turns partway towards Sara, her expression tight with frustration, and regret - and yet, a little bit of pain as well. Bloody headache...

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara stands up with her, collecting the trays including Cael's.

"You aren't laid up, you're taking it easy, there's a difference," she offers a smile. "We're friends Cael, that means you get to pop off, yell, sometimes rant and vent, other times drink until you fall down, and I'll still be here, alright? So... we go with you're forgiven, and let it go, deal?"

Cael Becker has posed:
    "Yeah," Cael agrees. "Deal." She takes another deep breath, letting it out slowly before adding, "We can try talking about the magic stuff... in a few days. Maybe I'll be more myself. I'm not ready to deal with that shit right now."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
With trays in hand, Sara moves to deposit the food into the garbage, the plates into the stack, and the trays into the place.

"Come on, I'll call my mom and get her recipe for minestrone soup and then make it for you," she comments as she walks back to Cael. "On the way home, we'll get some ice cream, and you can decide what show we will binge watch together."

Cael Becker has posed:
    "How big a tub of mint chip you think we'll fit?" Cael asks - even as she's trying to decide just how terrible of a show she can stand to binge, because really what are roommates for if not to torture, on occassion?
    "You sure you don't need to hang around here and get some work done? You didn't collide with the pavement."

Sara Pezzini has posed:
Sara snorts, "I was here to practice shooting things, I did that. Now I'm getting a huge container of mint chocolate chip ice cream, making minestrone soup, and watching what will likely be a show I'll never forget... it's my day off, I get to do what I want."

Cael gets a smile and a brow wiggle, what Sara wasn't saying is that she had taken the week off to make sure Cael was alright, so yeah, she was heading home to be tortured, even if she didn't know she was about to be tortured.