Owner	Pose
Lady Blackhawk	Zinda's place is, well if you've got the downtime to enjoy it? It's lovely, a little more posh than Zinda probably would have preferred but well she had the dosh. The bedroom is well, lovely. So are the various guest rooms, the well stocked study (mostly nav charts), Living room large enough to house some obscure little monowing suspended from the ceiling. The basement has her workshop where she was seemingly restoring aircraft engines for the fun of it, but of course she was. It's a lovely, comfortable place truly. It's also probably why Zinda prefers the Island so much.     Theres the rumble of that Mustang downstairs, and the clatter of a door as she slips in with an armfull of grocieries. Taking a moment to glance at her watch, before giving a sort've vague hollar which is indeed Zinda for "I have returned to the domicile, rejoice!" Casually nomfing after an apple before slinging off towards the kitchen to get dinner started.
Elliot	Elliot looks up from the bed where she is half leaned over a laptop, blonde tresses framing her slender shoulders and pretty face. She has her leg elevated fro now, having promised not to get up too frequently while Zinda was away and apparently kept to it.     "Hey you. I'd offer toget you a drink, but..." Elliot shrugs. She is normally very attentive and it doesn't take a genius or a mindreader to tell that the girl is starting to drive herself crazy sitting still this long. She's normally so calm but even Elliot has weaknesses. She types furiously at her keyboard for am oment and shakes her head.     "How'd it go?"
Lady Blackhawk	"Well enough, saddle up sweetpea."She leans in for the smooch, before easing on to start unpacking. "Now, tonight we're doing Steak, glazed carrots and apple pie."She announces, laying out the day's bounty as she goes. She's dressed down today, bummy jacket and a short skirt and well she's been anything but high profile lately anyway.     "So while I was off saving the world, I had a thought. I figure you'll go about as crazy as I did without something to do, and it's no fun doing something meaningless."She pauses, digging around for the apple peeler before snagging the blasted contraption and getting to work. "So you're going to do something educational, keep you from going -too- soft. I got a few blueprints back in the car you can fetch to pick from but, I think it's about time you build your own plane from scratch?"
Elliot	"...Really?" Elliot nearly squeaks with excitement. She nods quickly and then scrambles to the edge of the bed. She stands up with surprising care, mindful of her injury despite the enthusiasm and alacrity with which she is moving. All the components of springing to one's feet without acutally doing so.     "I'll go grab the blueprints. I- okay. Yes. Definitely time to learn how to do that. Yes." Then Elliot darts for the door. She really is /extremely/ fast when she wants to be. The girl was on the verge of being a professional athlete before Zinda upended her entire life, after all.
Lady Blackhawk	Real deal technical blueprints, complete with sub assemblies and wiring diagrams and. Well these are the real deal most assuredly, they're like five pounds worth of paper each. "Well you're injured, not in jail."Glancing yonder as she works on those apples. "I believe you've learned your lesson, yes?"     So what are on the plans? Well theres some sort've Pitts special variant, which apparently specifies the use of a small Radial engine. A tiny little ultra-trim monoplane for racing, though judging by the powerplant top speed isn't going to be spectacular and finally some sort've piper cub variant. Nothing terribly complicated for any of them, simple unstressed fabric skin construction and trim little powerplants. Easy to build, easy to fix. Not all that fast, unfortunately. Thankfully at least Zinda appears to have saved Elliot the perils of trying to build a GB.     "Lots of fiddly work without a whole lot of heavy lifting, and it'll be yours. Maybe not as cool as your Saab, but well you didn't build your Saab."Moving on from pie to steak, if only to get the things submerged in a mixture of chilli peppers and red wine.
Elliot	"Yes, ma'am. I've leared my lesson." Elliot makes a face, though more at the propect of being trapped in a room any longer than necessary than ZZinda herself. The blueprints are hauled inside and then laid out on the bed. Elliot ends up cpropping herself on one knee in order to be better able to reach the plans for her new plane. The girl is already working. She puts the laptop off ot her left and types on it rapidly while she figures out some of the details.     Color is left as a question mark for now. Elliot doesn't smile. She is too focused for smiles, intent on geting her work does. The sheer excitement pouring off of her until it shimmers in the air like a heatwave will have to be enough for the moment.     "No. This is amazing. Thank you!" As rare as it is to hear Elliot get audibly excited she odes so now. She musth ave forgotten she doesn't comprehend how vocalizing works.
Lady Blackhawk	"Well I can't leave my girl in the house with nothing to do, it'd drive either of us bonkers I reckon."Humming as she throws the pie in the bake, before getting after the steak and carrots with practiced ease. "How you feeling, beside the boredom I mean. Ribs still achey, or only when you're full of air?"Zinda has of course had more than a few rib injuries herself, and well collarbones seem to be a particular weakness as well.     "If you're up to it, I figure we can go do something tomarrow. The little investigation is more for Dinah and Grace anyway, My face is a little too obvious, and well as time goes on I find my hunger for revenge is starting to abide. See this is why I never tried to do the cape game, too much investigating."
Elliot	"Mmm. Mostly when I breathe in too deep," Elliot responds thoughtfully. "He didn't do that much damage to them, don't think." She's also had other ribi njuries and doesn't seem overly concerned with this one. The girl takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment, as if testing, and finally offers a faint grimace.     "I'll be okay in a little bit," Ellie assures then, flashing Zinda a brief smile. She slowly shakes her head and then studies the blueprints in front of her again. "I like the investigating and cape thing. I just- got carried away..." Elliot's apologized repeatedly so now she just states her thoughts. "Thank you," she finishes finally. "For- everything. Taking care of me when I'm being a complete moron..."     Now Elliot has a pen out.
Lady Blackhawk	"Well you're my wingman, squadmate and of course my very best girl. So truly Elliot, it's no big deal. Everyone needs to have somone there to pick'em up when they fall, and heaven knows I've done stupider things for worse reasons. Ego, mainly. Well and Boredom, I mean that whole affair with the duck pond nearly broke my leg back in the day."She humms, stepping aside as things cook. Finally sourcing herself a beer, and a glass of wine for Elliot. Girl needs her iron, right?     "You'll be off the flightline for a little while, but I think next week we'll get you back in uniform on light duty. Worst thing we can do is make it worse, or get you hurt trying to work around the current injury."Because Zinda wouldn't know anything about that, no sir not ever. "At the end of the day, I'm just a pilot honey. Adventurer maybe, but not a detective. Criminal types are kind of meh, after fighting a good proper war."
Elliot	Elliot takes the wine and nods her head a couple times. She takes a long sip of the red liquid rthen, closing her eyes. She's been beating herself up over this harder than anyone else has, to be certain. She stays kneeling for now, glancing between computer and blue prints both.     "Yeah, I'll be good for work next week even if I can't do serious Gs..." Elliot shifts her shoulders from left to right and takes another of those deep breaths. he's clearly forcing herself to do so. Which is part of doctor's advice anyway, if truth be told. At least acouple times an hour. "I've never fought a war," Elliot responds quietly. "I just-" She shakes her head. "Anyway. I'll get this built before you know it," the girl assures.     "I love you, you know," Elliot adds after a moment.
Lady Blackhawk	"and I you, Sweetpea."Zinda's reply is immediate, reflexive and well undoubtably honest. She's never been one to make the bold declarations for the sake of it, she's measured. Still she lingers on in the kitchen for a spell, sipping after her beer and watching Elliot somewhat casually.     "Don't rush it, enjoy it. Take your time, and let it take as long as it takes."And a pause as finally she turns to attend to those steaks. "Just, take it easy honey. If there's one habit you never pick up from me, it's rushing. The two of us would do well if either of us was half as cautious as is probably sane. At this rate, you'll be as crazy as I am."
Elliot	Elliot doesn't generally flatter or compliment. She says what is on her mind and she does so earnestly and without hesitation. It isn't like she says 'I love you' every day. Or even every week, necessarily. It's supposed to be obvious.     "Okay. I'll take my time. You know, as much as I can..." Elliot gestures vaguely. She seems to rush everything but somehow usually acts with precision regardless. It's that kinesthesis in action again. "If we were half as cautious as is sane we'd be twice as boring as we are," she offers with a shrug. "But I'll try to tone it down a little," she promises then. That doesn't stop the furious writing.
Lady Blackhawk	"Worst thing you could do, is finish your project early."She returns, casually lifting out that apple pie before attending to the steak. "Alright, clear the table. The plans aren't going to go anywhere, and I cannot abide the mixture of work and finely cooked steak."Steak with glazed carrots, and -two- slices of pie because well. Growing girl and all, right? "It's not so bad you know. Us taking it easy for a little while, making you a proper dinner in a proper kitchen. We never have time to just, share each other's company. Not that I'm knocking on the girls, but you know what I mean."
Elliot	"Nah, it's not bad," Elliot agrees. She gathers up the plans in the most chaotic yet organized way possible. Randomly scooping them up and somehow doing so in such a way that everything comes together in the proper order. It doesn't take long and then the plans are set aside along with her notes and she takes a deep breath as she moves to take her seat at the table. Blue eyes study Zinda for a moment while she considers this.     Dinner goes by surprisingly quickly. Elliot is indeed still growing, if only a little bit. She might make anotehr half inch, especially being ed this well. The girl tears through her food without losing a drop or making a mess. She even follows proper table manners. At double speed. This sort of habit is just a part of what makes Elliot Elliot, really. "I'm going to get so fat not exercising for another week," she complains quietly while digging into the second slice of pie. "And yes, your pie is worth it. In case you were wondering."