Secret identity? What? Oh. Yeah. That.

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Well, I'm about to sign the paperwork on a condo in San Francisco. It isn't too far from where Mar'i lives. You know, too far being like, across the street and down a block. I've got something on the top floor so I can figure out all of those tricky ins and outs and exits and all of that. Sometimes I wonder how anyone else does this. If I had any supercool Flamebird vehicles, I'd never have anywhere to put them.

Except at the Tower.

Which is an island. So helpful for a motorcycle. Maybe I should buy a really cool boat or something.

Anyway, soon enough people are going to notice that I'm dating Vic. Not that I mind, it is just one of those things. One more superhero connection, you know? And that I hang out with Mar'i and... So on and so forth. Of course, I've hung out with Gar for years and years, so there is a lot of introduced by Gar possibility.

This stuff is way too complicated.

I need Vic to make me ... us... me.. a bed. I like going shopping and all but this is getting silly. When I get this place a little more decorated, I should invite people over for a housewarming or something.

I miss Jesse. And I don't know what else to even think about that. I'm probably reading too much into it. That's why I don't normally try to think about these things. Deep thought about my feelings always messes me up.

Have to fly back down to LA. More Dancing with the Stars stuff. I should be ready. Stupid dinosaurs.

Maybe I should start a checklist. Dinosaurs - Check Robots - Check Hrm.

I wonder who is free for dinner.

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Rest assured I will.

They round the corner and enter the kitchen quickly enough. Selfnote: build soy processing unit for kitchen. Beancurd tolerable but not ideal.

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"You're a vegetarian, right?"

Bette looks over her shoulder at him, wondering if she can make anything actually worth making that is vegetarian.

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A nod as he opens the well-stocked refrigerator.

I believe - yes - - yes, I think I can make something here.

He generates a small forcefield and starts dumping all sorts of things on it, as if it were a platter.

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"That's useful." Bette watches him pull things out of the fridge with interest.

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Unfortunately when I designed it I made the controls too complex for non-Coluans to use them. An early design flaw. One day I'll get around to correcting it.

He closes the fridge door and pulls out a strange-looking tool, from which spouts a laser matrix of rapidly varying shape and size. The tool starts simultaneously dicing, chopping, and pureeing the various foodstuffs on the platter into different heaps, and the platter becomes a series of bowls.

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"Huh." She's saying that a lot around him. "That's a machine. That's cool." Bette grins a bit, "What are you making?"

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It's a Vegan recipe I'm adapting to Earth cuisine -

After a couple of minutes, he sheathes his hands in skintight forcefields and molds some of the puree into patties, while the remainder of the ingredients form a sort of vegetable compote. He reaches behind himself to turn on the stove as he does so.

A frying pan or grill of some kind, if you could? And some sort of oil. Olive, maybe, or sesame.

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Bette retrieves a pan, after looking at a few of them. She rejects one or two and then hands him the one that she chooses. Her reasons for choosing that one aren't scientific but it looked like the right sort of pan.

Then she goes looking for olvie oil. Not hard to find but a little annoyingly placed. It doesn't take her too long to get it though. As she hands it to him she comments, "I've always enjoyed watching people cook."

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He shrugs.

It's slow and inefficient. I really should build a culinary constructor of some kind...

Nonetheless, he expertly sautes the patties in the oil until lightly browned on both sides, then pulls out a pair of plates, places a pair of patties on each, and smothers them in the compote. A fork is placed on each plate, and he uses his forcefield to dispose all the remaining leftovers into the compost bin.

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Bette laughs at that, "There are so many chefs that would be so upset to hear you say that. Sometimes it doesn't matter it things take time or are inefficient if you enjoy them."

Bette takes the plate and then blinks, realizing that he just cooked for /her/ too. "Thank you."

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He shrugs off the thanks entirely, of course.

They don't have to use it. I just want something faster that means I don't waste time with elementary food preparation.

He takes a forkful and chews thoughtfully. Not bad, although Okaaran spiceberries would have been nice.

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"So what would be advanced food preparation?"

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Probably something involving an artificial intelligence of some kind... hm...

He takes another bite.

Is it satisfactory?

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"I like it." Bette takes another bite, having snuck one in already. She didn't think she was one for vegetarian food. "I think there are some AI's out there. Not lots but.." She thinks about it for a bit, "Vic would know."

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He nods.

Mostly alien, though, which is unsurprising.

He thinks for a minute and starts tapping something into his Omnicom with a spare pad, then hits a larger button and sets it down again.

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"We're not super advanced or anything." Bette gives him a small smile at that and continues to eat the meal provided for her.