[She's already smiling to greet him as she spies him wandering to her, it only widens as she takes in the food adorned tray, which smells ridiculously good. There's a part of her that worries about him. That will always in part be due to worrying about Mitchell's influence, as strong as it'll always be, is it part of what keeps George that little bit more cooped up here. To the point of drunken network rant about werewolf cults accidentally broadcast to the ship are a novel way to pass the time. She isn't going to push, not yet. Even if she is unsure how healthy it is the two of them have that much spare time together.]
[For now, it is more readily eased from her mind, a small breath of a laugh huffed past her smile.] Mm-. And, hello my ability to make even space food- [See, the very important, quite necessary prefix] -appealing boyfriend. [Slightly less flowing, that one. Really, it seems 90% of the space food is pretty much the same quality as earth, grown here entirely. Save for some of the non-growable perishables. But it is no lie, to say George's cooking is a divine talent, she's far too spoiled by it now to accept anything she'd made any longer.] Thank you. [She takes a moment to kiss him now in taking advantage of his proximity, briefly before she goes to taking a seat at the desk and looking the tray over slowly, with a clear delight] But- I'm not going to be able to eat this on my own. [She could probably manage it, but she's not going to sit her and scoff the lot, slipping away to roll him over a chair before he can, before she's seated again]
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[For now, it is more readily eased from her mind, a small breath of a laugh huffed past her smile.] Mm-. And, hello my ability to make even space food- [See, the very important, quite necessary prefix] -appealing boyfriend. [Slightly less flowing, that one. Really, it seems 90% of the space food is pretty much the same quality as earth, grown here entirely. Save for some of the non-growable perishables. But it is no lie, to say George's cooking is a divine talent, she's far too spoiled by it now to accept anything she'd made any longer.] Thank you. [She takes a moment to kiss him now in taking advantage of his proximity, briefly before she goes to taking a seat at the desk and looking the tray over slowly, with a clear delight] But- I'm not going to be able to eat this on my own. [She could probably manage it, but she's not going to sit her and scoff the lot, slipping away to roll him over a chair before he can, before she's seated again]