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Tabitha Smith	Saturday evening.     Lots of the kids at Xavier's school are working on papers or catchup up on their reading. The lucky ones are watching movies, sneaking a cig somewhere or necking in a secluded spot. Tabby Smith is in the kitchen intead.     She had sweated some onions and garlic in oil and cooked various other vegetables in the pot, added some beef stock and finally grated some beets into the soup and added a bit of ref wine vinegar. After a taste she nodded to herself. "I guess it'll work." She collected a tray, put a tureen on that, ladled in the soup and topped the stuff with a big blop of sour cream and some dill. A cloche on top of the tray and it was off to find a certain Russian.     Tabby knocked on the guest room door. "Hello? This thing is hot. Hello?"
Klavdiya Vasiliev	Of course, Okhotnik smelled this coming down the hallway, but she couldn't be sure it was coming to her door. The guest room is on a hall with others, and that could be going to anyone. But the knock on the door affirms that Tabitha was bringing it to her. "One moment." she calls out, remembering at the last moment to use English. A long moment later, the door opens, and Diya is displayed as she steps back to allow the blonde to enter with the hot object in hand. Diya is wearing a pair of thin athletic shorts and a tanktop, currently clinging to her skin with perspiration. Her ashen blonde hair looks darker with the perspiration, and is pulled back tightly into a ponytail at the moment. "What is going on, Tabitha?" Diya queries, curiously.
Tabitha Smith	the girl at the door is dressed in pink short-shorts, black fishnet stockings, and a pink babydoll that reads 'Nobody puts Baby in a corner!' with a grapic of Jennifer Grey's character in Dirty Dancing below. She has purple deck shoes on, her huge purple sunglasses pushed well up on her forehead.     "Hiya.... er, sorry..." and she coughs. "Tsdrah-stew-eet-zeh." she stumbles through, then laughs nervously. "I hope I didn't call you something dirty or mean." She shrugs, though and holds up the tray. "There was this stuff in the kitchen, thought you might like some. "'m sure one of the Russians musy've made it. Probably Rasputin, the big one." and she takes the cloche off to reveal the borscht in the tureen. "Beet soup or somethin'."
Klavdiya Vasiliev	Diya looks over Tabitha curiously, then inhales again to confirm her thoughts. "Borscht." she offers by way of explanation, gesturing to the tiny table in the guest room to put the tray down. "You say one of the other Russians made this?" She's curious; why would they make it and not finish it themselves? "I am glad you made it back." Diya offers, after a few more moments' thought. She knows the mission happened, and she did her job of making sure Lex didn't try to follow them. She even stayed, prepared to at least try to look after the mauve mutant girl should her friends not return. As such, she was keenly aware when they did make it back, and the aftermath that followed. "Thank you for thinking of sharing the soup with me." Diya offers. She's not quite sure why. "Would you happen to know someone who might have left ... curious bits of food art? A dozen celery-stemmed bacon-shaped 'roses'. It was a very interesting and aromatic gift this morning." Hey, the blonde lives here full time; she'd be better than the Russian at figuring that out. Right?
Tabitha Smith	"Hmm? 'Bacon roses'?" she asks, setting the tray down. "Huh. No, I have no idea." she says, of course she's lying. "It was prob'ly Asarov or Lexi or someone like that. Lexi's thoughtful like that," and she reaches up to flick a pair of silvery pendants on a chain around her neck. "She got me these."     "Settlin' in alright?" Tabby wonders, looking around the room again. "I told the new girl not to wrry if she thought she heard a tiger in a room. I don't think she'll call animal control or anythin'."
Klavdiya Vasiliev	With the scents of the soup, it's questionable whether Diya can actually pick up the subtle scent cues of Boom-Boom lying to her; but audible cues she picks up quite easily. Why she then chooses not to say anything could be anyone's guess. "Well, alright. I'll just have to ask around more and see who could have made them. I thought it was a rather creative, thoughtful gift. Thankfully, I've been getting plenty to eat, so I haven't devoured them all just yet." Diya offers. There doesn't seem to be much done around the room. In fact, the bed is still made perfectly ... except that the blanket that lies beneath the comforter has been visibly removed. It instead lies on the floor, neatly folded up at the foot. Whether that is enough of a clue for the American woman to realize Diya has been sleeping on the floor rather than in the bed is anyone's guess. The rest of the room is pristine. "I hope there won't be any sounds of a tiger. I do not want that monster getting out while I am inside these walls." Diya responds. It is probably why she will leave the Mansion soon enough, to avoid that problem. Now that Tabitha and Yana are back safely, she can do so without 'abandoning' Lex.
Tabitha Smith	"I'm sure you'll figute out who did it." Tabitha says, nodding sagely. "I didn't bring any bowls, and only one spoon. So, I guess you'll have to eat the whole thing by yourself." and she smiles a bit.     "Oh, sorry. I'm rude. Thanks for welcomin' me back. Eh, it wasn't a big deal... my team went in and blew up a bunch of stuff. I got to blow up a building. Usually I don't get to jus' let loose. 'No, Tabitha. Don't put a bomb under that car. Don't blow up the manhole covers.'" she says. "This time they WANTED me to gp all out! It was great."
Klavdiya Vasiliev	"I'm sure I will." Diya offers to Tabitha, quite honestly. She knows who; but she will have to figure out why. She's rather curious about that, indeed. "I am glad that it went well." Diya offers, and she nods. "I do get it. It can be an amazing feeling to be able to cut loose, constructively." Or destructively as the case may go. "And were you able to accomplish what was necessary?" she queries. It was a mission. There was a purpose to be fulfilled.
Tabitha Smith	Tabitha nods. "My team was a distraction, really. We were jus' goin' in to make a lot of noise while our other team did their sneaky thing. But they achieved their goal too and there weren't any casualties other than the other team's uniform pants and maybe their socks." and she wrinkles her nose. "I think they were walkin' in a sewer or somethin'... unless that's jus' how Yana smells normally."
Klavdiya Vasiliev	Diya quirks an eyebrow at another of Tabitha's digs at Yana, but merely shrugs. "Well, good, then. No casualties." It takes good planning and strong training to achieve that in an operation on enemy soil, so the soldier is impressed. "Thank you for bringing the borscht. I will be sure to take this back to the kitchen and clean it up after I am done." Diya offers, waiting to see if Tabitha has more she wants to say -- or do.
Tabitha Smith	"Oh, if you leave it outside your room, I'll get it and that other pan the..." she begins. "... er, whatever those rose things you said you got were in." she adds quickly. "Anyway, I prob'ly bothered you enough. I'll get outta your way." and she turns to go, but stops after a step. "Thanks again for lookin' out for Lex." she says quietly, without looking back.
Klavdiya Vasiliev	"You are welcome, Tabitha." Diya answers. There's no smirk of catching the blonde in her dissembling. Just acceptance, smooth and easy. "You are no bother. And neither is Lex. Good night." And with that, she lets Tabitha leave; after all, there's borscht to enjoy.