Cookies!

[thebetterweapon]

Who: Creed and Renee
Where: Garden carriage
When: Day 18 of Egret
What: Cookies! (Renee had a bad reaction to Creed, but now she knows he's not batshit bugfuck nutsher Creed.)
Warnings: Um, Creed's language is about it.

The garden carriage is small, and he just likes the smell of dirt and greenery. Honestly, he's getting cooped up again. Were he home, he'd grab his bike, probably the Princess, and just... go. The Runt would be with them, of course, but with him recovering....

He doesn't like being here. The Princess'd tell him that it's needed, and after stopping Thanos, why not help out multiple universes? But, really, she ain't here and she'd be chewing on the furnishings by now.

Cookies. Huh. That makes him sit up and take notice, metaphorically, at least. He doesn't even move his hat, when the cookie smell comes closer. "Come to wake the sleeping tiger?" He can tell who it is, and is being a shit.

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[afterburner]

"Well, I could always eat these by myself, but I don't want my ass to end up huge," Renee replies. It's a bit pert, but heck, if Jubilee is his kid, she knows darn well that she can't even reach Jubes' pertness. There's a standard that was set!

Renee probably had help making the cookies, because she's lamented her lack of cooking ability before, but then again, baking is different. Still. At least Evie had taken pity on her, and between the two of them they had made passable chocolate chip cookies.

"Hope you like chocolate chip," she said.

[thebetterweapon]

He chuckles, and finally sits up. He pats the ground next to him. "Here, have a seat." He says, politely. He can be polite, just chooses not to most of the time.

"Don't think any mutant ends up with a huge ass." He points out. Always out doing something, the lot of them. Even the ones that don't go out trying to rescue people.

"Chocolate chip's fine. Somethin' botherin' you?"

[afterburner]

Renee thinks about that for a moment, and then shrugs. But she has to be her. "Hey. Blob had a HUGE ass!" she points out. "I could be the second!"

But she quickly gets serious, even as she takes a seat next to the man and offers up the plate of cookies. "Eh, not exactly, but if I had to think about it, well. I kinda was a jerk when we first met. So peace offering of cookies, I guess. I might've had a half decent reason to be a jerk, but I was still a jerk. And I'm...trying to work on that."

Still, she was working on not being a jerk because she wanted to. Not because anyone was making her.

[thebetterweapon]

"Who?" He asks, confused. Must be another mutant from her world? He can't tell. Probably though.

He shakes his head. "You weren't a jerk." Trust him on this one. Just because he's nice to some people doesn't mean he can't be a world class asshole. "Scared, maybe, but not a jerk." He pats her knee and takes the cookies. "Ya know, the Princess was without me an' her Dad for five years. Still can't cook, or bake a damned bit." But he takes a bite of the gooey goodness. Not bad.

[afterburner]

"Fred Dukes, also known as the Blob. He's like...over 600 pounds but he has a bunch of other powers that make him hard to move." Renee's thought was that if he liked being immovable so much? Well, she could just inertia lock him, and he wouldn't have to move at all...

"Yeah, well...you kinda got some serious anger issues, where I'm from." It might still be more true than not, with this version, but this version also tries really hard to keep them somewhat in check.

"I don't think I'm that great at cooking or baking, but my brothers are--or at least they were even more inept...I think Drew might've been learning, but it's lucky Todd's a hockey star, because he doesn't want to eat his own cooking, and neither does anyone else. Needed a biohazard suit for that crap." And Renee really wasn't joking...

[thebetterweapon]

Creed snorts out a laugh. "Still got a temper." He points out. "Besides, don't shit where you sleep." Meaning, he's going to keep it under control, because making a mess out of the train doesn't do him any good and might even do him some harm.

He eats a cookie. "It's edible," he's teasing, it's actually pretty good, "that's more than my daughter." He shrugs. "And my husband. He can cook, but he can't bake worth a damn."

[afterburner]

"Well, I've been keeping an eye on them better. So the bottoms aren't burnt." They're actually a pretty nice golden brown, as these things went. Renee had used mini chocolate chips too, so they were well spread-out throughout the cookie. No cookie left unchipped!

She snorts, too, smirking a little. "Well it's not whether you have a temper or not, it's what you do with it, right? And yeah, not shitting...yeah that's good." Renee's not afraid of cursing, but usually she needs a good mad-on to really let her vulgarity rip.

"I've had some people tell me it's chemistry, but I don't get that part, I guess. But it explains why Tony makes good brownies." Renee shrugged.

[thebetterweapon]

"My daughter would light me up, if she thought I'd hurt anyone." Yeah, he's proud of her. Still, he munches on a cookie. "Dunno about chemistry, but it'd make sense. He's smart, even in my world." And he's not going to tell him that. Because the bastard has enough of an ego for five geniuses.

He stretches his long legs out. "Your Creed that bad huh?"