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Who: Cara + You
Broadcast: Text
Action: SS First Breath
When: Now!

Apparently many people on the Fleet seem to be suffering from sadness. I have come up with some suitable solutions for you.

One: Crying. (This works for many)
Two: Drinking. (I'm less sure of this)
Three: Cuddling.

These usually work from what I've seen of people with . . . feelings. Hopefully you will all recover soon.

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I wouldn't know. I barely remember it.

I see. [ . . . ] Would you wanna go back? If you could?

No. That part of my life is lost.

["It doesn't have to be," he wants to say, but some things, Stefan knows better than to press.]

Mm. Do you have a preference for toppings? Olives, tomatoes, et cetera?

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Not particularly. What goes best?

Personally, I'm partial to spinach and green olives, but people go crazy. There's even a huge debate about pineapple and whether or not it counts.

[ She scrunches up her face. ]

Who has time for that?

[He laughs, half-distracted – ] People with too much time on their hands.

People have a strange way of filling up time. I've never understood it, but then I've never had time for myself.

You've got time for yourself now, though. [Don't mind him adding the spinach and green olives, 'cause he told her they were his favorites, before he goes and puts it in the oven.] How've you been keeping busy?

I train. I don't want to get rusty when I go home to Richard.

[ But beyond that . . . nothing. She's listless. She doesn't know how to occupy herself. ]

See, that's important. God knows when I've last stepped foot inside a gym.

[He does, however, note the tone in which that was said - ]

Maybe we could trade? You teach me some fighting stuff, I teach you how to cook?

[ That request catches her off guard. ]

If you like. I assumed you would not like the art of fighting.

You assumed correctly. [He shrugs, reaching for a washcloth to wipe the flour off his hands.] But I also think it's important to know, so that overrules any dislike.

[ She squints at him. ]

I don't go easy on people.

I know. [He still remembers that poor caddie . . . ] I wouldn't have asked if I thought you would.

[ . . . Finally she nods. ]

I will show you what I know.

Great. [He grabs some more dough, intent on starting space pizza #2.] In the meantime, why don't you try kneading the dough?

I promise, this stuff's a lot easier than it looks.

[ Tentatively she presses her palms against the dough, following his instructions. Her expression is conflicted though. ]

Like this?

Exactly. I've already started, so you won't need to do it for very long, but.. it does get tedious.

[ He reaches for a bag of flour, sprinkling done whenever it's necessary.]

Then how is this any way enjoyable?

Because. Some people punch things to feel better, others... knead the dough until they get tired.

[ He stress cooks. Even he recognizes it's not healthy. ]