Owner	Pose
Carrie Kelley	The apartment that Carrie shared with a roommate wasn't the largest in Gotham by far, but it was suitably large enough to house the roommates. It was a two bedroom with an open concept living area. Which was to say that the livingroom and the dining room were essentially the same, and the kitchen was up against the wall making it easy to watch what was going on there. One of the roommates had added a little wheeled kitchen island with a butcher block top that had likely seen better days, but was still well kept, to increase the meager counter space that the current layout offered. It was enough to suit it's purpose. There was an overstuffed brown couch, a relatively large LCD TV on a small half book case crammed with gaming gear, a large coffee table that may have been an actual table at one point but ended up shorter due to it's legs being sawed down. A magazine propped one of the legs up to ensure it was level. Carrie is currently bustling about the kitchen area stirring ingredients into a large pot on the stove with a wooden spoon. It was only fair that she cook now and then since they couldn't very well eat out ALL the time. "Make yourself at home. Much as you can," she adds with a little shrug and a glance cast over her shoulder. "I know it's not quite up to your standards but it's home. Anna's out for the night so we don't have to worry about her overhearing any talk either."
Dick Grayson	Dick sort of stands in the middle of the space, taking it in. It reminds him of the first place he had when he moved to Bludhaven and was trying to make ends meet without having the Wayne legacy influencing his life. Living off a beat cop's salary only and having to sleep with the landlord in order to shave off rent. It feels nostalgic. He can't suppress the faint specter of a smile that flirts at one corner of his lips, dimpling his cheek as sharp blue eyes lazily wander over each little detail with a strange sortof delight.     As for Dick himself? He couldn't look any further removed from the place if he tried. Italian leather boots grace his feet. Designer jeans that fit too damned well not to have had some hand tailored adjustments made. A skin tight t-shirt that looks old and distressed but probably cost near on a hundred dollars, depicting the mascot of Punchie for Hawaiian Punch on the chest. A leather jacket. Slim fit. Racing style. Real leather in a toasted coffee shade, prepackaged with weathering to make it look vintage. Dark blue stripes around each bicep. Grayson looks like he stepped right off the pages of a high fashion magazine photo spread.     "If I had a quarter for everytime a girl told me that their roommate was going to be out all night, only to be surprised when they weren't..." he muses as he drops himself down onto the couch at one of the corners and sinks back into it with a casual slouch.
Damian Wayne	Damian was dressed up for the occasion. Not that it was different than he normally dressed. A boy's three piece suit, Tom Ford. Accented with a green tie, which accentuated his own green eyes. His first reaction to the surroundings were...slightly stunned. "I've seen worse. In Afghanistan." He comments idly, taking a seat on the couch with Dick. "You had tyrannosaurs in the circus?" Obviously knowing it wasn't true, but he was playing around, as much as he actually did play around.
Carrie Kelley	Carrie Kelley was ... not dressed as well as the guys. When she invited them to dinner at her place she didn't really think that it would require dressing to the nines. That's not to say she was wearing rags or anything. No, she had on a very nice pair of kelly green capris, some slip on blue boat shoes that were comfy for walking around on the hardwood floor, and a peach toned henley with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. It was her home, this was comfy. "She's in Starling City right now following her boyfriend who is following some band. I'm pretty sure she's not going to be back for a bit at least. They do this now and again," she explains with a careless shrug. Turning on the ball of her foot she ducks toward the fridge to pull out a block of cheese to add to the pasta already cooking. "And it's not that bad, Damian. I cleaned up," she explains. True enough it *was* spotless. A bit too spotless maybe given there was a lot of empty spots in the room. Just as she's about to start grating the block of cheese into the pot she pauses, and looks over her shoulder at the pair. "Neither of you are vegetarian, right? It's not too late for me to change things up."
Carrie Kelley	Carrie Kelley ponders, "And when were you ever in Afghanistan? ... Is this due to one of those 'vacations' you went on?"
Dick Grayson	"Where ya think the one in the Cave came from?" Dick retorts with a sly look cast out of the side of his eyes towards Damian. Dick might look like he's stepped out of a high fashion magazine, but Damian is like Kids GQ over here. "But who are you to be trying to make jokes about me being old, looking like you raided George Burns' closet there, old chum?"     Turning, Dick rests his back against the arm of the sofa, lifting one leg curled onto the cushion so that he can rest his arm on the back. Looking over to Carrie, Dick gives off one of those smiles that lights up the room. "Don't mind Grumpy Old Men over here. Your place is fantastic, Carrie. And no. I eat a high protein, high carb diet. Better to keep muscle up and all that. Cheese is a bit of a thing, but... Whatever. I can jog an extra four miles tonight or something to burn it off. I'm having to put in a lot of extra workout time lately anyway."
Damian Wayne	"Father said that was from some asshole that tried to rob the First National Bank by causing a row with it while they ripped off the vault." The comments about his attire of course do not go unpunished. "One can not help to have a modicum of decorum, Grayson. Not everyone is in such high regard of 'Punchy' (Yes, he did the finger quotes) as you."   As far as the meal goes, Damian eyes the block of cheese with shock. "What is it with Americans and cheese?!" The al Ghul bats his eyes towards Carrie as she asks him about Afghanistan. "Do you remember the IED and subsequent firefight six years ago that destroyed an American convoy headed to Kabul carrying supplies and medical aid?" He asks, shrugging and motioning to himself. "One of my best." Of course, he doesn't embellish, it was a true story.
Carrie Kelley	"You'll survive the cheese, Dick," Carrie assures with a shake of her head as she begins grating it in. Even when Damian looks aghast at it she shrugs. "Easy source of fat and protein. This is part of the dish though. It's a classic. It'll have protein and carbs as well as some veggies," she assures. At least she doesn't use the ENTIRE block of cheese. It's left to bubble away while she preps the rest of the ingredients. The freezer is opened to withdraw a bag of frozen spring peas, and then she pulls out a can of tuna fish from the cupboard. All the while she wracks her mind for that particular incident. "Six years ago..." Damian gets a dubious stare. Yet he'd never lied to her before. Not outright at least. "I thought MY childhood was difficult." The peas are dumped into the pot, stirred again, and then she gets out the can opener to start cranking the tin of tuna open. And then... after draining the liquid into the sink to rinse away... She puts. The fish. Into the cheesey noodles.
Dick Grayson	"Language," Dick says sternly, leveling his pointer finger at Damian and lifting up one eyebrow. "Think of Alfred and how he would feel if he heard you cursing."     He looks down at his shirt when Damian tries to admonish him for it, and makes a quiet snort sound through his nostrils in the place of a chuckle. "Punch is a national treasure, Damian. Someday, I'll teach yousome real, actual culture. One. Meme. At a time. And besides, you're like... what... six? Decorum is not what I'd call your fashion sense. It's more like "The Peewee Herman Fall Collection". Look him up."     Turning his attention back to their gracious hostess, Dick nods his head and says, "The cheese is no problem. Like I said, I'll just run for a few extra miles to burn off the calories. Besides, it's been a minute since I've had an awesome tuna casserole, and that's starting to smell really, really good."     He even closes his eyes to inhale the scent of the cheesy, starchy, tuna-fishy goodness as it all starts to mingle. "Oh man, Damie, you are in for such a treat. We did pack a bib in your diaper bag didn't we?"
Damian Wayne	"Oh we are having maguro?" Then he sniffs the air. "That is most certainly NOT tuna." Oh no, seems the brat extraordinaire has been unleashed. "Pennyworth has heard me curse in front of him many a time!"   Damian's eyes flare up. "This is Tom Ford, specifically tailored for me. Not some off the rack drivel. And I do NOT have a bib, or a diaper bag, fuck you very much! I lived on the streets for a month on my own, and been responsible for many assassinations across the globe! I will not be treated like some idiot child!"
Carrie Kelley	"You're not an idiot or a child, Damian. That's just how guys treat each other in the US. They tease one another and insult. It's one thing if it's Dick doing it, but if someone else were to say such things about you, he'd be the first to chew them out for being wrong." Carrie rolls her shoulders a bit as the pot gets a final stir or two. Satisfied with it's progress she pulls plates out of the cupboard above the sink. "It IS tuna, too. Just not... top quality tuna." Considering a moment she pauses to lift up the can regarding it. "Okay, it's albacore tuna. Whatever that difference is. It's good though." For someone that never had good stuff anyway. A few heaping spoonfulls of the concoctuion in the pot, cheesey and gooey and fishy and colored with green peas, is placed on each plate until she has all three evenly distributed. Forks are added and she brings it out to place in front of them on the 'coffee table.' "I've got water, iced tea and Coke to drink if you guys want," she offers even as she doubles back to grab the drinks from the fridge.
Dick Grayson	Dick just looks at Damian with this bright, lopsided smile, his eyes gleaming and vibrant like clear summer skies. His eyebrows creep upwards as Damian goes on his little tirade and his smile just splits his lips from ear to ear. Finally, after Damian is done, he simply remarks, "Aww. You're so adorable when you're angry. Like a weiner dog gnashing his teeth!"     As Carrie starts to plate the food, Dick stands up and removes his jacket, just draping it on the back corner ofthe couch. When she defends the choice of tuna, he DOES actually give Damian a covert look that says "nip it in the bud real fast" in a serious sort of way. As she turns to double back towards the fridge, he reaches out and takes her by the wrist to stop her, and says quietly, "Sit down. Tell me where the glasses are and what you want. Thank you for cooking this for us. It means a lot. Let me help. And after dinner, Damian and I will wash the dishes. Or... Damian will wash and I'll dry. But for now, take a load off and I'll get our drinks."     Another glance to Damian and Dick gives him an upnod while asking, "Whatcha having, Boss Baby?"
Damian Wayne	"Next time you're in the cave I'm siccing Goliath on you. I'm a-" Seemingly the one brother Damian has that he has a teensy bit of respect for has the magic touch. As Damian soon shuts it, at least for the moment, looking just a bit like a scolded child.   "Water, please." He answers, looking at the meal in front of him with an inquisitive look, before taking a bite, and chewing. His face doesn't look at all offended, mainly surprised.
Carrie Kelley	Carrie Kelley feels the tug on her arm when Dick grasps her wrist to stop her from going back to the kitchen for drinks. There's a look of surprise that flits over her face, and she's about to protest... but something about his offer does earn a smile in response from her. Maybe it was just nice to have the offer of help. "You don't have to, you guys are my guests." Even so she does relent with a nod. "The cups are in the cupboard next to the fridge. I'll just have an ice tea though. There's a pitcher in there," she explains as she turns back around to the sitting area. She slips around to the side that Dick had been on to sit gingerly down in the middle near Damian. It was a very big couch at least so room wasn't an issue. A slight grin creeps over her as she watches Damian's reaction from the corner of her eye. "I know it's nothing fancy, but it's stuff I grew up on. If you really don't like it you don't have to finish it," she adds giving him as much of an out as she can.
Dick Grayson	Dick's smile softens when he sees Damian snap it shut, and he gives him a nod, saying, "Water coming right up, bud."     To Carrie, Dick just shrugs his broad shoulders, as he walks towards the cupboard and pulls down a couple of glasses. Getting in to the freezer, he drops a few cubes of ice into each glass, while talking, "It's a weird and modern misconception that a guest has the right to not contribute. Historically, guests were generally considered rude if they let their hosts do all the work and simpyl cater to them. It was good manners for them to offer to do things like set the table, or get the drinks or wash the dishes. This showed how much they appreciated the hospitality offered to them."     As he pours two glasses of tea and one glass of ice water, he pauses, peering inside the refrigerator for a moment, "Do you have lemon, Carrie? I like lemon in my tea, and Damian might want some for his water, too.... Aha!"     And out he pulls a plastic lemon, which he brings along with the glasses to set on the table for everyone. Seeing that Damian has tried a bite, he tilts his head and asks, "Better than it looks, right?"
Damian Wayne	Damian's expression keeps pretty neutral, nodding in agreement.   He takes bites at a steady clip, not devouring it, but definitely keeping at it. "It is good, Carrie." He says, giving a small smile, and taking in the water he was given as well.
Carrie Kelley	Carrie Kelley contemplates Dick's rather insightful remarks on hospitality. "Never would have really considered you to know about older manners or the like. Thanks for the help though," she adds with a nod. Her own plate is picked up to take a few bites apparently satisfied by her own handiwork. When Damian agrees it's good she grins as well apparently quite proud of herself. It was high praise to hear that from him. "Thanks. I'm glad you guys came over."