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By the time you’d reached your base, you were already breaking out the drinks and clearing out space for your team to kick back and relax. This sudden intrusion had alarmed Cindy, who was apparently frying up a Korean dish for her lunch tomorrow.
She was unable to give you the exact name without her phone, but you let her walk you through the steps of making it as you did your best to lend her a hand in the kitchen. It looked relatively simple to make, seeing as how the majority of it consisted of fried eggs, ground beef, diced onions, rice and several kinds of sauces. You figured that you could replicate the dish on your own without much difficulty.
Eventually, the conversation drifted towards your unique costume. The design of which seemed to greatly amuse her.
Thankfully, you were spared the effort of coming up with an explanation for it when the other three came strolling through the door, wondering what the two of you had been cooking. When neither of you were able to give a satisfying answer as to what the dish was actually called, they quickly lost interest and started the party without you.
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Even with your reasonably decent cooking prowess, you weren’t at all guilty when you fell back on an old classic. Chinese take-out!
Although, this caused a brief argument between the others, where Cat suggested something more expensive, like lobster or sushi. And Prowler made a rather compelling argument for Vietnamese food.
The only one that stayed out of it was Flint, who, understandably, was incapable of eating, and thus didn’t have a reason to argue. He became grumpy and sullen for a while after that, and you and Cindy put a great deal of effort into cheering him up again.
It wasn’t easy. He almost relapsed when he realized that he couldn’t get drunk with you and the other two.
You tried to distract him with a dramatic retelling of your battle with the skateboarding vigilante from before, and it seemed to do the trick. The only tricky part about all this was how you and everyone else was forced to leave crucial details out of your stories.
For one, you weren’t about to tell Cindy about the bank job just yet. All she knew was that you and the others had a thrilling adventure of sorts. She, of course, knew that you were leaving out details, but she wasn’t terribly keen on pressing you for information.
And in perhaps, the most guardian-like gesture you’ve recently attempted, you checked the time, and casually suggested that she head off to bed before it got too late.
Clearly too tired from her lessons to argue with you, she yawned, rubbed at her eyes and retired for the night. You all exchanged waves and affectionate goodbyes, your moods becoming increasingly influenced by the alcohol.
It’d be a lie to say that the party was in full swing once the minor had left the room. Quite the opposite, really.
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