time for some spring-mingling!

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Who: Starstruck crew and guests!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Aboard the Starstruck
When: All of April

[ oi, crew! we've got some upgraded bathrooms this time 'round, so enjoy your extra hot water! and a comfier tub! and some privacy curtains in the changing area, thank goodness. everyone please remind max to actually use the curtains, of course. (right after you remind him to shower!)

mingle away, starstruckers! don't forget you can still toy around with some of the rumours! ]

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[ small blessings and silver linings. peggy watches him -- thoughtful, and pained, as she realizes that there may very well come a day when the pair of them mightn't be granted the same clemency. if either of them are to leave, she hopes he goes first; she can't abide by the thought of him left behind. mourning her once more.

she banishes these thoughts with a shake of her head. ] Hungry?

[ there's a list to contend with, after all. and thoughts to distract. ]

[uprightness]

Starved. You know if I start baking these things, you're going to have to learn how to share them, right?

[ assuming he won't burn down the ship, of course. ]

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I fear I'll already be sharing the ones Stefan brings with our newest arrival. [ elena. peggy knows the woman from the last time she'd been here -- back then, peggy had been the newcomer and elena had been the established crewmember. ]

But I'm not talking about sweets. I'm talking about lunch.

[ i'm talking about cooking. ]

[uprightness]

[ it's a silly, selfish thing, the reason why he didn't introduce himself to their newest arrival. The timing was terrible, it's almost as if atroma wanted to replace wanda.

he'll have to get over himself soon. ]

well, we do have half a dozen pumpkins but I've no idea what to do with them.

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A soup, maybe. [ a puffed sigh. she reclaims her mug of tea. ] It's tough to stuff up soup.

[uprightness]

Famous last words?

[ he teases as he ducks to retrieve one of those fabled pumpkins from the crate he keeps them in. it's a rather large one and he'd be giving her a rather pointed look.

go on, say something nice about the pumpkin. ]

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[ oh, crumbs. he's expecting some sort of praise for his prized pumpkin. peggy bites her bottom lip, buys time while fetching a knife, and turns back with a hesitant expression on her face. ]

It's certainly...ample.

[uprightness]

Oh come on.

[ for the love of god, peggy carter. ]

She's beautiful. She's the best one of the lot.

[ SHE. ]

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...She?

[ ahem. ]

[uprightness]

Yeah.

[ he looks at the pumpkin, so smug, so proud. ]

She's the largest of them all.

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Are you so certain you ought to be so cavalier with your food's pronouns? [ because peggy's gonna carve your precious pumpkin girlfriend into wedges, dear captain. ]

[uprightness]

Don't worry, I still think you're sweeter.

[ what a brave thing to do when faced with her holding a sharp object. ]

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Steve. [ steve. ] Did you just compare me to your favourite pumpkin?

[uprightness]

[ he leans against the counter, not really holding back laughter. ]

Hey, I try not to play favorites, they're all a result of hard work.

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Perhaps I ought to start saying the same of my crew. [ not that peggy plays favourites when she's got the captain's hat on, so to speak. but the threat is oh-so-thinly veiled. ]

Your pumpkin is lovely. [ dry. ] Is that what you want to hear?

[uprightness]

Are you saying I'm your favorite, Peg?

[ how soon does he rush to conquer the gaps between the lines. ]

Yes and thank you very much.

[ so terribly pleased. ]

Go on, do the honors.

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[ a look -- as though he should know better than to ask the identity of her favourite. as reticent and guarded as she could be, she knows damn well how obvious she's made it. days previous, she'd as good as told him. you're the one.

peggy rolls the pumpkin towards her stretch of counter and gives it a thorough stab with the chef's knife. her elbow cocks and she works her way through the orange flesh, dividing it into two halves. ]

[uprightness]

You know, I think we'll only need one half. If I knew anything about dough I'd say we could use the other for a pie.

[ he knew he should have listened to his ma all those years. ]

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[ she pauses a moment -- grabs her communicator from beside the tea pot -- and scrolls back to a very old message. whoever sent it to her did so over a year ago. peggy offers him a glance at the screen. ]

I've got a recipe.

[ it's for apple pie, mind. and if he thought long and hard about it he might realize the recipe is for sarah rogers's apple pie. ]

[uprightness]

Really?

[ huh. good fortunes, indeed. he examines the inside of his pumpkins and, pleased with the result, starts going around the kitchen in search of things he thinks they might need.

it could all have been easier if one of them were good in the kitchen but this is exactly why he included cooking on the list. this, too, is an adventure. ]

What do we need?

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[ dully: ] For pie? Are you hijacking my soup plans for a bit of pie?

[uprightness]

Might as well have everything out. Don't worry, I'm not neglecting your soup.

[ lord, she was right. one of these days he'd probably want to make her something. he should really just ask jarvis for those lessons. ]

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[ she begins by listing off the crust's ingredients -- and suggesting appropriate alternatives if there was something key that might be missing. but in the aftermath, and as she went on to read the bit about apples (silently, in her head) she pipes up. ]

Steve? Do you prefer an apple pie? [ bit obvious, really. american as. but it was his mother's recipe, so perhaps it was worth asking. ]

[uprightness]

Do we have apples?

[ he's busy sticking his head in one of the cupboards, searching for sugar. ]

We might wanna save those for snacks.

[ you can't snack on raw pumpkin. he thinks. ]

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Not a one. [ well, perhaps there were some canned apples in the back of the cupboard. but they would hardly be worthy. ] Only I wonder whether you had apple pie often -- as a child, maybe.

[ she's really burying the lead on this one. ]