Dinner as a goodbye...

[1stmacleod]

After talking with Jelani in the Nexus, Connor returns to the place he's starting, tentatively, to think of as home base. He tucks the envelope full of money away in his suitcase, and takes roughly two minutes to pack, because he's been living out of it anyway.
Then he goes to the kitchen, and rummages, and gets to work. A chocolate cake comes first, made from scratch. While that's cooling he starts on dinner; chicken breasts stuffed with broccoli and cheese, rice pilaf, a little more steamed broccoli in case what's in the chicken isn't enough.

He has to tell Kairos that he's going back to his world, just long enough to get things in order and talk to Duncan, but he's not sure how long that will be.

After it's over, though, this is where he plans to return to.

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[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"Diamonds sounds excessive. Gold or silver embossed would be fine." He grins a little. Connor is a morning person, but he can be cranky any time of day. "If I had a lawn..." His smile turns just a little wistful. "There was a time, no immortal came into Manhattan unless they either knew me, or were looking for a fight. Does that count?" If all of Manhattan was his lawn, then he was an ornery bastard, defending it.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"Mm. I guess it would!" Kairos had been considering moving before she'd met Connor. She'd been missing a lawn herself. Her 10th floor apartment was great for looking out the windows and seeing the dragons and the beautiful vistas, but Kairos wanted to garden.

Not that she has a green thumb. Her sister seems to be happy out in the country/suburbs so she was kind of jealous.

She's a little afraid to mention it to him, in case it would freak him out or something.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"Haven't had a lawn in decades..." He looks a little wistful, actually. New York was good for anonymity, but he grew up in wild places.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"Had a big back yard when I was little. Mom .. isn't the type to let us play in the front yard. And gosh forbid we actually get scraped up knees." She grins. "We did anyway, and usually dragged mom's prized Himalayan outside with us. He was Not Happy."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"Did you have a swing set?" He smiles, nostalgic and distant. "I built Rachel a swing set..." He was a good single father, in a time when single parents were rare.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

She shakes her head. "No. Didn't need to swing high in the air when you could take a running jump off of a cliff." If her mother ever finds out about that, she might kill her younger daughter just on principle. "My dad used to take us outside. Swing us around and around by our arms. It wasn't as fun as floating around, or actual flying, but my dad was.." her eyes go distant for a moment. "Have you ever seen The Cosby Show?"

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"Oh...Heh... I didn't think of that. I used to do that with her, too. She was a tiny little thing..." He's looking a little lost in nostalgia, now, but this is the first time he's been able to reminisce about Rachel without cringing and going into her death. The fact that he's talking about her fifty years ago or more helps.
"The... no... it sounds familiar. I've never been big on TV."

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"I tend to stay tiny." 5'2", plus the three to five inches she floats..Well, she's still under 'average'. "Anyway, Doctor Huxtable was this doctor who wore these great tacky sweaters on TV. We'll have to watch. But he reminds me of my dad - just less involved."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

He smirks a little. "You're still bigger than an eight-year-old. But I can try to swing you around if you want."

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

...Well, that has her smirking too. "I could always take you up in the air instead, handsome."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

He blinks. "You... could float me, too? I'm heavier than I look..." Which is because he's only bone and muscle, and six feet tall.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

She smiles. "I'm tougher than I look. I could make you fly." Tear him apart in a tornado, too, but that's not exactly an issue.

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

He looks amused. "I know you are. That sounds... heh. Could be interesting." He's not indestructible, and there are some things he can't come back from, but he trusts her not to rip him to pieces.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

The way he says that, it makes her think of dirty, dirty things. Kairos blushes. "Very interesting."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

He wasn't thinking anything dirty, it's just that he dismissed the thought of flying since he was five years old. Not counting airplanes, of course, which weren't invented yet when he was a child, but he's all too used to them now.
One eyebrow rises. "What are you thinking of?"

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"The sort of things you can do mid-air, the currents supporting you..."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"...Oh. You can... I wouldn't have thought of that." He grins a little. "And I thought I had a dirty mind."

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

She lifts a brow, smirking a little. "Well, I occasionally have a dirty mind. But don't worry! If we ever do anything along those lines, I promise we won't have to do them, you being such an old man and all."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"I may be old, but I'm still good with a sword." He grins a little, and takes a bite to hide his expression.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

And there she goes, blushing red. It really is unfair that she's so fair. Girl can't hide anything. "If you ever need someone to polish it for you, you let me know."

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

He almost chokes, and has to take a drink of water, but he looks amused. It takes him a minute to recover. "I'll remember that. You did say- never mind." He's thinking of their discussion of sword scabbards, but he's already made her blush once.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

And she meant it in exactly the way he took it. Dirty minds, the both of them! "No, what. What were you gonna say?"

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

"Nothing! Is the food okay?" He looks a little embarrassed. But only a little.

[kairos-aether.livejournal.com]

"Mmmhm! That food's great." She's told him that a couple of times. She grins, knowing she flustered him a little bit. Excellent. "I guess you'll go to bed early?"

[1stmacleod.livejournal.com]

She has, and he hasn't forgotten so much as he is trying to distract her. "I... guess so, yeah. I'm already packed..." He sobers a little. "I'll probably have to sell my car for scrap. If it's still there..."