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Mary Winchester | 13 | [Action]

[Anyone passing by the kitchen will notice either a sickeningly sweet smell or something that will make their mouths water...it all really depends on how you feel about pie. That's right. Pie. Mary had meant to do this after horror month, but Oktoberfest and being weird little monsters put a stop to that. You couldn't exactly cook when you were a foot tall. Everyone deserved something nice though, especially after the hell that they had all been through.

Walking into the kitchen, the source of the scent is apparent soon enough. There are already a few pies set on the counter of various flavors. It looked like she'd been cooking for a few hours and she likely had. It was all worth it though.

Hearing a soft ding, she grabbed a set of mitts and pulled a fresh apple pie from the hot oven.]

...I can't believe how much I missed this...

[Cooking breakfast was one thing...but there was just something about baking that relaxed her.]

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[She's faced worse expressions. As long as he doesn't fracture her wrist, they're great.]

You're at the manor and I can promise you, this isn't a dream or a hallucination.

[She knew that he wouldn't be content until he was sure though; after she arrived, she had been jittery for about a week.]

Shower aside though, you look like you could use something to eat. If you don't want pie, I can always whip you up something real quick.

[He doesn't make it a habit of hitting women; unlike his brother he respects them]

So I keep gettin' told..

[He heads further into the kitchen, eyeing the pie like a hyena round a carcuss, but doesn't touch it for now. He really wants - or rather - needs something to eat, a real meal, but he can't just ask for it. He doesn't even know this woman]

S'a'right..I can make somethin' myself

[She knows that look all to well. Smirking, she rolled her eyes, and pointed to a chair. Like hell she'd let him mess with what she considered her kitchen as dirty as he was.]

Nonsense. You sit and I'll put something together. I think I saw some left over chicken if you'd like that.

[It wouldn't take but a few minutes to heat it up and put some vegetables with it...the way he was eyeing the pie indicated it had been some time since he had a decent meal.]

[He stops, and looks at the chair, just sort of standing a little awkwardly. She was obviously a mother :I ]

..I'm good standin'

[As for the food, he isn't going to turn it down a second time. So he rubs the back of his hand over his eyes, and glances from the floor to her]

A'right then...if you keep insistin' an' all

I do.

[Moving to the fridge, she pulled out a plate of chicken. There was more than enough to be a a decent meal...setting it aside, she proceeded to the cabinets and pulled down a can of peas.]

Any food allergies? [As she talked, she put the peas in a bowl with mayonnaise and popped the chicken breast in the microwave. It wasn't fancy, but she didn't know she would have a new arrival in the kitchen.]

No

[He removes the crossbow from his back, and sets it down on the table next to him as he takes a seat. Lacing his fingers together, he eventually speaks again]

..What sorta place is this? Y'look like you've been cooking for a damn army..

[He's just hoping she won't come out with the same 'different dimension' bullshit he got when he very first arrived]

To be honest...I'm not really sure. I do know that we're all apparently from different worlds and time periods. There are some people here from places that I've never heard of as well as people that are a lot older than they should be.

It sounds crazy, but it's not as bad as some people make it out to be.

[At least they were all safe for the most part. Even if someone died, it seemed that they came back soon enough; if not a little traumatized.]

[..Okay it still sounds like a load of bull..but he keeps that to himself for now]

'Crazy' ain't th'word I'd use for it

[Subtly watching the microwave]

What's y'name?

I felt the same way once, you'll get used to everything eventually though.

[Setting the spoon aside, she glanced back at him. Had she not introduced herself yet?]

I'm sorry, sometimes I get so distracted I forget to introduce myself.

It's Mary. And yourself?

I ain't plannin' on stayin' here any longer than I have to - there's someone I've gotta find, an' windin' up here ain't helpin' that search any

[After a moment, he gives her a slight nod of acknowledgment]

Daryl.

It's good to meet you Daryl. [Unable to help it, she smirked a little at his words. She said the same thing not too long after she arrived...]

Everyone always says that in the beginning...no one knows how to leave though. ...But if it's any consolation, whoever your looking for will be just fine.

[Taking the plate from the microwave, she added a scoop of pea salad before setting it on the table.]

It's not much, but I wasn't exactly expecting company.

[He doesn't look 100% sure, but skips over the 'she'll be fine' part. Instead, he focuses on eating - it's only when he registers that there's actual food in front of him that he realises just how hungry he is.

The plate is cleared in record time]

S'fine..that was good

[Teeny pause]

..Thanks

[Good Lord...how long had it been since the poor man had gotten anything to eat... It didn't matter now though; as long as she was here, he wouldn't be starving on her watch.]

It's just reheated chicken, but you're welcome.

[Not sure what to say after seeing such a display, she pulled out a chair and lowered her tone to something more gentle and soothing.] You know...there's not exactly a lack of food here. Anytime you're hungry, you're welcome to come down here for food. Or, you could always call me and I'll make something.

Once you're full though, I want you in the shower and getting clean. You're not doing anyone any good by denying yourself a shower and possibly a nap. [Honestly, he looked like he could use a few hours on a soft bed.]

[He sits back a little as she sits down, though what she was saying both made him feel relieved and angry; he couldn't stay here, not now - there was a little girl missing that he needed to find, and soon..and what was he doing instead? Sitting in a warm house, being offered food..It doesn't sit right with him at all - but what else could he do?

He's a little surprised at her order for him to shower - he knew he needed one, but she was acting like Lori]

Maybe later

Why later? Taking an hour out of your day won't hurt anyone and you'll feel better afterward.

[He'd have to acknowledge sooner or later that he wasn't going anywhere. She knew it would take a little convincing, but whoever he was looking for most likely wasn't here. Sighing softly to herself, she leaned on the table as she watched Daryl.]

...Who are you looking for?

[Dirty blue eyes flick up to look at her, though the eye contact is short lived as he looks at his blood and grime stained hands]

Sophia...lil' girl from our camp, got chased off by walkers

[Sighing deeply, Mary fell silent as she rubbed her forehead. A little girl, no wonder he was so impatient...]

Sophia? I doubt that she's here...but I'll keep an eye out. It won't be hard, there's not many children that arrive here.

But if you don't mind my asking, what are walkers? [She just hoped that wherever that little girl was, she wasn't in too much danger.]

[..How could she not know...?]

Y'know, walkers - 'zombies'..livin' dead

[Oh hell.]

Zombies? Like...actual raised from the dead zombies? [Pushing her hair back, she actually hoped the child made it here as well.] Damn...Does she know how to kill them or is there someone else that can help her?

Yeah. Some..disease or somethin', I don' know..spread like wildfire

[He thought her chances would be good, since she had people looking for her..but he's a realist. With 1 person not able to search, those chances are diminished]

There's a couple 'a other people in camp

[Well, at least there was that.]

I'm sure she'll be fine then. From what I understand a zombie isn't hard to take down...there are worse things that could be chasing her.

There's better things..

[Although she has a point, Daryl's seen them up close, fought them, killed them. They're tougher to take down than most would think, especially if you don't have a weapon.

He doesn't voice what he's thinking (that Sophia's going to be dehydrated, hungry, tired, and has no weapon) Instead he changes the subject]

You got kids, right?

True enough.

[If she had her way, that little girl wouldn't be chased by anything worse that a puppy trying to play with her. There wasn't much that she could do about it though, as much as she hated the thought.

Glancing up at his question, she nodded with a proud smile. They were her greatest accomplishment as far as she was concerned.]

Two boys. Four and-- [Sighing, her smile fades a little.] They're both twenty something.

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Aaaaahh that tag was cute X3

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