[It's achingly familiar, puttering around a kitchen while listening to Lucretia writing, even if this isn't the Starblaster and she's chronicling some strange sidetrip rather than their cycles trying to fight the Hunger.
At some point in her writing, a cup of tea and a small plate of pastries appears in front of her, and Taako takes the time to send a couple of quick texts (a heads up to Ellie that he has a guest, and a warning to Clark about... all of this). He can't help sneaking glances at Lucretia, it's easy to forget his anger at her when she's just... here, as herself, not the Director.
He missed her.]
It's pretty weird, having like, actual privacy. [Being here, is the implication, even if the truth is that he spent almost a decade alone.] But it's just you and me for now, until everyone else gets their shit together.
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At some point in her writing, a cup of tea and a small plate of pastries appears in front of her, and Taako takes the time to send a couple of quick texts (a heads up to Ellie that he has a guest, and a warning to Clark about... all of this). He can't help sneaking glances at Lucretia, it's easy to forget his anger at her when she's just... here, as herself, not the Director.
He missed her.]
It's pretty weird, having like, actual privacy. [Being here, is the implication, even if the truth is that he spent almost a decade alone.] But it's just you and me for now, until everyone else gets their shit together.