fh_trips | Boston, Massachusetts [Friday Daytime]

Since one good turn deserved another, when Amaya returned to the room much later that day to drop off a few of her spoils from the market, she came bearing food.

Because like she could turn away from something called a 'Super Beef', even if it wasn't on a stick! And she had a feeling her roommate would be equally appreciative.

"In case you haven't completely filled up on room service," she offered, lifting the bag with the sandwiches in victory, like a gladiator holding aloft the head of an opponent, "I got plenty."

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Dwight turned from the show he had been bingeing for the last few hours, an appreciative smile on his face.

"Oh thanks, room service is ok but they make the prices at these other places seem almost reasonable! Even if the Moose is paying for it, I cant being myself to order much."

Dwight looked at the other bags Amaya was hefting into the room.

"Market had some good deals i take it? Found any good inspiration for projects when we are back home in a couple days?"

Dwight, this was Amaya you were talking to... Of course she had been inspired by something somewhere at least!

Amaya was inspired by the pattern in the carpet in the room, soooooo....

"I don't know about deals," she said, with the wrinkle of the nose of a woman who did not part with her shiny gold coins (or, well, dollars and bills) lightly, "but there was more than enough to catch the eyes. Always had a soft spot for those kinds of markets in these cities. Always a bit more...interesting, I find."

"True. There's been no shortage of things to see. Gave to admit I've gotten a few ideas of my own gere and there" he added with a slight grin.

After all, friendly competition was good for everyone. Dwight had to admit he did enjoy the friendly back and forth they had at times with their projects.

"Thanks for the food, it smells delicious!"

"I look forward to seeing what that brain of yours is cooking up," Amaya said, meeting that grin with one of her own, "and then promptly one-upping you with what I'm working on for myself!"

Because, yes, competition, friendly or otherwise (although, in this case, she was mighty glad it was friendly!) fueled a Blackstone ever better than meats on sticks.

"And hopefully," she added, pulling a container out of the bag to relenquish over to him, "it tastes as good, if not better, than it smells!"

And it had better, what with the price they were asking for it!

"I'm reminded any time I travel to a big city like this exactly why I could never live in a place like this" Dwight said as he took the box and sat down at the table in the room with it.

"Great food and sights and all, but waaaaaay too pricey for my blood. I'd starve in a place like this if I had to pay for everything all the time, because at these prices, I'd be eating like four meals a week tops" he said with a sad shake of the head. "Guess I am too much of a simple country boy for big city life."

"Though" he added as he took a bite of the sandwich and gave an appreciative nod "can always indulge when the opportunity is right."

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The simple country boy comment got an appreciative grin out of Amaya, as she settled in the other chair at the table with her own sandwich. "Guess not everywhere can be like Fandom," she noted, "when even when you do order out, you usually get more than enough to last you the week, even if you didn't order it!"

This place certainly did not do that; she'd checked.

"Then again," she added thoughtfully as she took a big bite, "not really anywhere that's like Fandom, when you get right down to it."

"Probably a good thing Fandom is as small as it is and the way it is" Dwight mused. "Most people couldn't handle Fandom at its oddest and too many people there would ruin it during the good times."

It was funny how things seemed to work out at times when you really stopped to think about it.

"I didn't know what to expect when I first arrived on the island. But after five months (to the day almost literally) I can say this- while Fandom was nothing like what I had anticipated it's home now and that's good enough for me."

"I'll admit," Amaya allowed for herself after listening over a few more bites, "I've definitely warmed up to the place myself. Don't know about going so far as calling it 'home,'" but, to be fair, she was sometimes a little weird about called Daventry that at times, too, "but I did go and put two anvils down there, so I don't imagine picking up and leaving any time soon."

Despite having considered exactly that earlier that day.

But now she knew about Etsy.

"Granted," she added, "the free trips like these ones help, too!"

"I think a lot of it comes down to where I came from and why I came to Fandom in the first place" Dwight mused, half to himself and half out loud. "Probably has a lot to do with the fact that I wanted to leave and find someplace new to start over."

Cus ya know... staying around in a town you don't like resisting the urge to absolutely murder the people who killed your daughter.... that's probably a good incentive to settle down and start over wherever you could start putting down anything resembling roots.

"And you better not be thinking about leaving anytime soon, Amaya" Dwight said with a somewhat concerned look. "Who've gonna make sure I don't get rusty and lazy over at the shop and give me a good kick in the pants now and then to keep me competitive and productive?" He fell silent for a moment then glanced back at Amaya as he continued. "Don't have many folks on the island I'm particularly close to. Wouldn't want to lose one of the few friends I have to wanderlust."

....

Well. That little frank and earnest appeal hit a bit different than someone she figured was just being polite and proper about saying she'd be missed when she mentioned moving shop, didn't it? And Amaya was just sort of left staring at a whole lot of emotions that she probably wouldn't know what to do with even if she had seen them coming.

Zards, at least he wasn't crying or anything, though! Amaya didn't think she could handle two people going and crying on her all in the same month!

"Well," she tried, eventually, "I am always good for a kick in the pants, I'll give you that one. And, I mean, I've always been one to follow the money. So's long as we keep each other in business the way it looks like we plan to," and that was comfortable, right, to focus on that back-and-forth for the business!, "I see no reason in going through the trouble of unearthing roots that've already been planted..."

And, look, Amaya had only wanted to bring you a sandwich over here...

Dwight nodded silently then sensing the uneasiness that was coming off Amaya in almost tangible waves he smiled.

"Pretty sure you are going to be running circles around me once we get back to the island, I have no doubt."

See, safe and non emotional conversation. It was all good.

Amaya looked like she didn't quite trust it. Like there was going to be another hidden appeal to emotions hiding under it, like a little feelings beetle underneath a small talk log.

"Better pick up the pace, then," she said, leaning into the competition and the confidence, because she knew what made good armor, thank you very much. "Hard to be much of a fix-it guy if you're gonna have all that dust in your eye."

"Touché," Dwight said with a chuckle. "I will consider the gauntlet thrown down then! I picked up a few names for possible suppliers so might be getting some special order wood and such soon. So be prepared for some stiff competition" he added with a slight grin.

"Always," said Amaya, with a firm nod and a lift of her chin in confidence.

Confidence in her ability to handle anything that Dwight might throw her way in that regard, and confidence that they may have finally cleared the woods of any unexpected emotional detours for the time being, but she was just going to go ahead and take a nice big bite of her sandwich to prevent her from saying anything more that might shake that confidence.

Dwight nodded as he took a drink of whatever non-alcoholic thing had been left in the mini fridge by that point and finished the sandwich in relative silence. He flashed a thumbs up again to Amaya with the final bite and gave a satisfied groan.

"This trip has spoiled me" he said as he leaned back in the chair slightly. "All this amazing food. I'm gonna have to buckle down and really build on the basics Ignis is teaching us in that class and I'm gonna have to get better at cooking. Not sure I can go back to frozen dinners and mac n cheese after this week" he added with a chuckle.

That relative silence was quite possibly the most tense Amaya had ever sat through, though she tried to focus on her own sandwich in the interrim and not start panicking every time Dwight opened his mouth, waiting for the moment that, instead of taking another bite, he decided to go and say stuff like thatnothing of the sort was palpable, and, feeling she didn't need to keep it around as a quick excuse to shove something in her mouth as an excuse to not say anything, she finished up her own sandwich with a similarly appreciative sigh, leaning back in her chair with a hand over her stomach.

"Was never really bothered much with cooking, myself," she said. "Been doing it since I was a girl, really." For reasons that would not and may hopefully never be mentioned, thank you very much! Don't even think about it! "But I keep it pretty simple, too, nothing fancy or anything like that."

She could only assume Ignis was only capable of strictly fancy foods.

"I'm pretty sure we are giving poor Ignis near aneurisms in the class. Watching some of us murder pasta, potatoes, and beans has got to be tough. Though, if I can brag on myself a little, I am not the worst one in the class so there might be hope for me at last."

Though it really was high time he figured out how make more than his daughter's old favorite foods without almost setting his apartment on fire. He'd be a long way off from these sorts of meals of course but anything would be an upgrade at this point.

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