[ jyn would acknowledge daisy's compliment but she has the emotional maturity of an eggplant. as it is, she just shoves more salad in her face and lets marcos field the question about his own job.
[ jyn thinks about stabbing marcos with the fork but she doesn't want to, you know, further traumatize her friend. these two people are her first friends in this place. that's a funny thought that makes her stomach twist uncomfortably.
she pushes it away. ]
I used to cheat at Sabacc but no one could prove it.
[ she also used to just outright steal things. yolo: the jyn erso story ]
[ yes, daisy remembers new tokyo, alright. though she mostly remembers it because she'd gotten into a big fight and nearly died of hypothermia. different priorities. good thing jyn was on the rescue mission track. ]
I'd say you missed out, but honestly, you really didn't. [ she does not miss the gulag. ] I'd rather deal with a blizzard than fighting other people's nightmares any day.
You were the only silver lining in New Tokyo, [ she tells marcos.
new tokyo was shitty. it snowed and she got hit with a chair trying to help someone and she and prompto crashed a bike and then she had to fortune told and learned she and everyone who died with her on the beaches of scarif were forgotten after the war so that a jedi who deserved nothing could receive sole credit for winning the war.
Wasn't really my favorite either. [ it was place where his life had changed and he hadn't been able to go back yet. and, if he does find a way, he's not sure what kind of person is gonna be sent back to the mutant underground. ]
But I'm glad I could at least give you one good memory. [ it's not much but it's something. ]
[ as things sometimes go with jyn, the conversation invites a lull, an opportunity to breathe in and be reminded of the traumas and suffering that links them. daisy might joke that jyn is her sister, but the sentiment is real — they may not be related by blood, but they are connected by things much, much more important.
but that doesn't mean she wants to sit here and think about them on her not-long-enough lunch break. ]
Enough about that disaster. What's Cassian making for dinner? Did we get another box?
[ sure, she just ate, but they can talk about food. they can always talk about food. and marcos? well, he's obviously invited now. ]
[ she zones out for a second, scrolling through their recent texts. force, they talk to much... where is the food? oh look a squirrel! ha. good squirrel. oh there it is! ]
Roasted butternut squash and portobello mushroom ravioli with sautéed spinach, brown butter, sage, hemp parmesan, parsley, and pecorino. What's pecorino? [ a beat. ] Oh it's cheese made from nutritional yeast. It looks nice.
[ daisy nods, briefly; the menu sounds great, but she would honestly eat anything cassian put in front of her because she's happy so long as she doesn't have to cook.
as for marcos, she just squints. ]
Are you stupid? You're eating whatever she just said.
Cassian always makes enough food for a small army anyway.
[ it's a food insecurity slash orphan thing. that's why their pantry is stocked to last them through the next winter apocalypse. that's why they let random homeless friends sleep in closets and on couches. it's instinctive. ]
You can do the dishes if you really want to pull your weight.
[ they have a dishwasher. that's not the point. illya still makes her prewash them by hand, and she doesn't want to do it. ]
[ it's your funeral, marcos. she's not going to save you from illya's chiding wrath at that is not how one loads a dishwashing machine. she's just going to shovel her face full of food and then excuse herself to the balcony with jyn, where they can laugh at everyone else's misfortune from behind a glass door.
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buncha people died, there was an opening.
(plus she has to google busking.) ]
People get credits for that?
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[ but even the worst people would get pity money thrown at them. ]
Why, that something you wanna do, Miss Erso?
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[ she was an orphan and a homeless kid! give her a break! ]
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she pushes it away. ]
I used to cheat at Sabacc but no one could prove it.
[ she also used to just outright steal things. yolo: the jyn erso story ]
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What a rebel you are.
[ dry and amused. ]
I had no idea I was friends with such a troublemaker.
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[ marcos, clarke, strangers on the network. ]
Daisy was my accomplice.
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[ from jyn, of course, and a little from cassian. ]
I think I showed up just after that. In New Tokyo.
[ y'all remember all that ice and snow, right? ]
That's where I met Miss Erso.
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I'd say you missed out, but honestly, you really didn't. [ she does not miss the gulag. ] I'd rather deal with a blizzard than fighting other people's nightmares any day.
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new tokyo was shitty. it snowed and she got hit with a chair trying to help someone and she and prompto crashed a bike and then she had to fortune told and learned she and everyone who died with her on the beaches of scarif were forgotten after the war so that a jedi who deserved nothing could receive sole credit for winning the war.
fuck that whole city. ]
I hate that place.
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But I'm glad I could at least give you one good memory. [ it's not much but it's something. ]
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but that doesn't mean she wants to sit here and think about them on her not-long-enough lunch break. ]
Enough about that disaster. What's Cassian making for dinner? Did we get another box?
[ sure, she just ate, but they can talk about food. they can always talk about food. and marcos? well, he's obviously invited now. ]
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[ she zones out for a second, scrolling through their recent texts. force, they talk to much... where is the food? oh look a squirrel! ha. good squirrel. oh there it is! ]
Roasted butternut squash and portobello mushroom ravioli with sautéed spinach, brown butter, sage, hemp parmesan, parsley, and pecorino. What's pecorino? [ a beat. ] Oh it's cheese made from nutritional yeast. It looks nice.
[ she throws the photo of the dish at them both ]
Right, that looks nice?
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[ he doesn't know what half of those ingredients are but they probably go well together. ]
I'm gonna have pizza, I think.
[ easy and greasy. ]
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as for marcos, she just squints. ]
Are you stupid? You're eating whatever she just said.
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But what if... ugh, no, he's excited, we have to eat it.
[ for a second she was leaning toward pizza and then made the mistake of asking cassian if he really wanted to cook tonight. damn it. ]
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[ if not for lunch in one of the corporate cafes than for dinner via delivery. ]
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[ he's competent and capable enough to call for his own delivery, you know. ]
Make you all jealous.
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[ IT IS IN THE LEASE. ]
You're eating dinner with us, get over it.
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[ and then promptly takes a bite of her lettuce wrap. fight her, she's right. ]
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[ and he wasn't stupid. he wasn't the one eating plants right now. ]
One of the things I learned as I got older was how to take care of myself.
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[ she throws a cherry tomato at him. because friendship. ]
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[ it's a food insecurity slash orphan thing. that's why their pantry is stocked to last them through the next winter apocalypse. that's why they let random homeless friends sleep in closets and on couches. it's instinctive. ]
You can do the dishes if you really want to pull your weight.
[ they have a dishwasher. that's not the point. illya still makes her prewash them by hand, and she doesn't want to do it. ]
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[ he is not going to fall for that, daisy. you get to do your own chores. ]
I'll load them but I ain't washing them if you've got something that does it for you.
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[ it's your funeral, marcos. she's not going to save you from illya's chiding wrath at that is not how one loads a dishwashing machine. she's just going to shovel her face full of food and then excuse herself to the balcony with jyn, where they can laugh at everyone else's misfortune from behind a glass door.
they're adults. ]
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