Log: Spanner and Bianchi

[deadlydelicacy]

Bianchi carried a tray balanced expertly on one hand with an entire meal laid out including a milkshake since she'd heard Spanner had a sweet tooth. Ever thoughtful. Her tray radiated a menacing smell that drifted up and tickled the nose, made the mouth water but seemed off just that little bit. The food itsself was a disturbing atomic purple and some of it wiggled. Although in the upper left quadrant there appeared to be a perfectly healthy bit of mashed potatoes with a nice slab of butter on top. She lifted her free hand and knocked on Spanners door before reaching down to twist the doorknob.

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[moscaspirate.livejournal.com]

So long as Spanner chanted his 'just imagine this is actual food' mantra, he continued to eat. Normally, he could work just fine even if someone kept staring at him, but there was something about Bianchi staring at him that made him uncomfortable. "It's very delicious," he said.

[deadlydelicacy.livejournal.com]

She perked up a little at the compliment. "Why thank you. I was beginning to think no one on board appreciated the time and love I put into all my cooking." She sat back and continued to watch him, "Is everything finished being installed?"

[moscaspirate.livejournal.com]

"I just finished installing the cannons today. I should be able to perform a demonstration tomorrow," he said with a nod. Though, knowing his luck, he'll be out of commission for maybe a day or so after this. He took a bite of the steak and drank more of the milkshake. 'What a fancy dinner. I suppose I could call this my last supper,' he mused to himself.

[deadlydelicacy.livejournal.com]

Bianchi thought perhaps he would be getting some much needed sleep before any canons were tested. "I see, I look forward to seeing this."

The steak should really do him in. This was her old fashioned poison cooking version 1. She was prepared to catch him when he fell.

[moscaspirate.livejournal.com]

"It should go well I--" The poison finally got to Spanner. He clutched his stomach, and fell over to his right. The poor mechanic was so overwhelmed by poison, he was instantly knocked out.

[deadlydelicacy.livejournal.com]

As Spanner collapsed she leaned forward and caught him, adjusting to slide her arms under his and drag him over to his bed. It took an unceremonious heave to get him on and then she cleared all his working junk off, kneeling down to take off his shoes and then push his feet up under the covers. She pulled the covers up to his chin and paused for a moment, glancing down at her handiwork before smiling to herself and humming. She turned, caught sight of a nightcap and lifted it up before sliding it on his head. Then she turned to lift up the tray, glancing back at him once more before heading toward the door.