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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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[Looking back, her smile faded slightly. Putting the pie aside to cool, she grabbed a rag to wipe her hands off. she bristled slightly as he lit a cigarette, but she didn't say anything. She'd give him this one...]

You look like you're feeling better.

[Getting a plate out of the sink, she set it on the table.]

Put your ashes in there. It's bad enough that you're smoking, I don't want your ashes everywhere.

[He stares at it for a moment, then resigns to taking a seat by the plate. He didn't really feel like arguing at the moment. At her statement he just shrugs]

I'm alive.

[that was about as much as he could say on the matter. He kept pushing himself to try and get back into a normal routine... like the way he was before... but... it was exhausting and he could only keep it up for so long before he would retreat to the safety of Ryuutaro's room to just sleep the rest of the day.

And of course the cigarette thing...]

I ain't goin' to quit.

I'm glad. I was...worried, for a moment for you.

[Both for his well being and his mental state. It scared her to see him so broken. When she had been looking at him, she didn't see the kid that fractured her wrist...he was just a shell of who he had been. Hell, she would have been tempted to goad him into hitting her if she had thought it would help to bring him out of it.

Shaking her head, she moved to get a glass and pour some milk. Setting it on the table in front of him, she had to share her two bits.]

Well you should. If not for you, for your boyfriend.

[The worried comment only earns Mary a look. It had taken him months to believe Ryuutaro was worried about him... and it took a few near-death experiences to realize that Tsuna worried about him too...]

I need my cigarettes to light my dynamite. I need my dynamite to protect Ryuutaro and my boss. I fail to protect my boss I'm back on the streets... I fail to protect Ryuutaro...

[He couldn't go into that one. Ryuutaro was the the first person in a long time he had allowed himself to get so close to... he hadn't admittedly stated his love for someone since he lived with his father...]

And in the process you're killing yourself.

But. [Deep breath.] You're not my kid. If you want to smoke, I can't stop you. Just be careful...if anything happened to you, whether you believe it or not, people would care.

[she knew that nothing she could say would change his mind. The kid was as stubborn as anyone from her family; so set in his beliefs that nothing would change his ways.]

Are you hungry? [Her eyes were hopeful, wanting him so badly to give her at least an inch of trust. She liked to think that he gave her a little after she'd helped him.]

Tch, everyone's gonna die anyway. Better live to see twenty rather than to die at twelve.

[He already died, and he couldn't count the number of times his cigarettes had indirectly saved his life. While dynamite was an intimidating weapon, lighting it with a lighter limited him so much. It was slower, took up the use of one hand, a cigarette was so much more efficient.]

Not really.... but...

[He heaved a sigh, blowing a lungful of smoke off to the side.]

Ryuutaro's been gettin' worried I'm not eatin' enough...

[He didn't like to make him worry... to make anyone worry. He didn't think he was worth it...]

[That...she was all too familiar with. A hunters lifespan was ridiculously short, and that was at the best of times. You were lucky if you made it to thirty; something that she apparently didn't do.]

I can agree with you on that.

[Pulling herself from her despondent mood, she smiled as she grabbed a plate.]

Good, you're far too thin.

If I get you pie, will you eat it...or do you want to watch me make something else? [He didn't need to be up and cooking for himself.]

[Mary gets a bit of a sour look at the thin comment. But then he just sighs a gain and shake his head. He knew he wasn't a large person... he really couldn't afford to lose any weight. He won't make a comment at Mary about it- this time.]

Yeah, sure, I don't care, I'll eat whatever.

[While the thought of pie brought back rather unpleasant memories of his sister's cooking... if there was ever a food that could put some meat on him...]

[Chuckling at the look her gave her, she cuts a piece of a nearby cherry pie. She didn't take his glare to heart; glares were essentially his smile as far as she was concerned.]

Try this.

[Sitting across from him, she put the pie and a fork in front of him.]

[looks at it for a moment. It looked fine, however he just couldn't kill the anxious habit of checking his food before he ate. He might have been able to forgo it... however his sister's penchant with sweets made the pie more haunting than most food. At least it wasn't cookies... or cake or something.

After a moment he takes a bite. Chewing it slowly. It... wasn't bad. Granted he never really new what pie was supposed to taste like.]

It's not bad.

[And this may be the closest thing to a compliment you'll ever get Mary.]

[No Dera, the cake and cookies are for another day~.

Grinning to herself as he started eating the pie, she was mildly surprised to hear the compliment. She expected maybe a shrug or even a 'fuck you very much', but that was actually a pleasant compliment. Perhaps she really was making progress with him.]

Thank you.

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