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That depends. What are we talking about?

Not plastic. Either of the others is fine, I suspect.

She's lucky, everything goes with gray.

I'm fine, thanks.

Care for a cup of coffee?

I'll put on a pot.

[And there's a knock at the door from a surprisingly perky Australian, bearing a 'pampered pets' bag]

[You can smell the coffee as soon as she opens the door. Cameron glances at the bag with a small smile, moving aside to let him enter.]

You're going to spoil her, you know.

It's not a feminist issue when they're furry. Spoiling's allowed.

[Not to mention that buying treats for the bloody cat is one of the few ways he can spoil Cameron without getting a look for the offer. See, he got a smile. Already it's a good day.]

Hey.

[Oh, he gets a look. But it's one of amusement. It's a game, the cat an agreed-upon surrogate focus of his attention. After all, the animal doesn't care what collar she wears-- it's for the benefit of her owner. The same goes for the visit. Though certainly Gray will appreciate the chance to walk all over her favorite napping post.]

How've you been?

[Yes, yes, everybody enjoys walking all over Chase. Right now he doesn't particularly care, flashing her a grin as he pulls out the collar for the cat's inspection. He went with the velvet, a soft pink colour he thought Cameron would like.]

I'm good. I've been good. You?

Not bad.

[Better, now that the worst is over at work, and it's been a while since anything too psychotic has happened. And admittedly, she's somewhat relieved to see him in higher spirits, if disinclined to admit it. She disappears into the kitchen for a moment to get their promised moonbeams and mandrake-- at least, some kind of nut; and it's anyone's guess what arcane spices.]

[The cups are set on the coffee table, and she hovers for a moment, watching the cat, who has decided her jaw needs to be reacquainted with Chase's ankle.]

Hungry?

[He raises an eyebrow at the offer, not starving but definitely not ready to look a gift horse in the mouth.]

I could eat. You know Eden cooks for House every night? Huge Irish stews or soups or something. I keep wondering if he thinks he got high and ordered a maid service.

[He scoops up his coffee cup, hand making a brief detour to rub between Gray's ears, and inhales suspiciously.]

Or a babysitter. We could eat out if you like.

I doubt anyone could mistake Eden for a maid.

[She's disinclined to give any ground, and certainly she doesn't want him to think she's letting him take her out to eat. So that suggestion earns a little shrug. At least she's not kicking him out. Cue a counteroffer.]

I have stuff for sandwiches.

[The knockback bounces right off him today. There's a shrug, a nod and a smile.]

Sounds good.

[He hasn't even complained about the coffee, although it tastes like he's drinking concentrated hippie juice.]

She's had a rough time of it. Eden. I still don't get this thing with her and House.

I have no idea.

[Honestly, seeing House getting along with anyone (other than, say, Wilson,) is always a bit of a shock. Cameron heads back to the kitchen in search of food.]

I think he's amused by her. Why she puts up with him...

[She trails off, preoccupied with her task, though the tone implies her unseen shrug. After a moment she returns, platter full of sandwich stuff in hand. Placing it on the coffee table, she takes a seat, tends to her own cup.]

She likes working at the Clinic, I think. I guess that's part of it?

Don't think it's that. My guess is she's looking for a father figure who'll only verbally shoot her down.

[Pot to kettle: you're black. That aside, Chase is impressed with Cameron's speed at hostess work, one step ahead of his intended offer of help. He puts himself together a selection of cold cuts and vegetables, the arrangement precise.]

I'm more interested in why he indulges it. Not like him to pet the dog.

[No this is not jealousy. Well, maybe a little.]

[Quick enough that one might question how spontaneous her spontaneous offer was. She raises an eyebrow at Chase's speculation, setting her cup back down, leaning forward to make a sandwich of her own.]

He wouldn't, if he agreed with you.

[Not that she's any more certain than he is.]

[Another shrug of his shoulders, a dismissive screwing up of his face and even that thought is let go. Bringing work home is inevitable in it's way. Bringing House home is a step too far. Especially on a good day. He stretches his legs out under the table, taking the chance to look around.]

I see you're still living with one empty room.

I haven't seen a reason to change that.

[Chin lifted, there's a shade of familiar defiance for defiance's sake in her eyes.]

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☞ action // i am mesmerized by that first icon

☞ action // haha it's shiny and new

☞ action // i approve! fff i never sent you the ceilingchase icon did i, orz

☞ action // lol no, though i actually saw one of someone elses. He's not as cute as the others in

☞ action // he's very srs bsns, idk why ;_;

☞ action // askghs thank you for epic late tag, lj notifs

☞ action // ffff it's partly my fault. *out all day buying mattress* ;_; /death

☞ action // but you'll sleep well?

☞ action // hee so i hope! |D wheneverrr it gets delivered...

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☞ action // ffff it's partly my fault. out all day buying mattress ;_; /death