𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄,

She doesn't have much in the way of fresh produce, but there is a pot of wilting aromatics in a corner of her kitchen that she's been neglecting to care for. Basil is still there.

Anna sits by the counter, twirling a straw piece of paper between her fingers.

“You really didn't need t' do this.”

// I just wanted to say home turf advantage, I like complaining hihi

// HOME TURF ADVANTAGE.

“ 'm bar'ly in the mood t' eat, either...” she grumbles as a reply, but dutifully still steps aside to let him in.

Wha- whu- why? It's mah kitchen, Ben!

The buttered nood's aren't because I'm white, they're from bein' depressed, Benny.

Hey, I added pepper. That's spices, that elevates the dish.

𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

The Rock of the #F4

"𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘐𝘴 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘔𝘰𝘯 𝘈𝘮𝘪, 𝘚𝘰 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘈 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘥...𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘥!"

~~~~~~ --- ~~~~~~

Gambit, Remy Etienne LeBeau

But what if I just want the comfort of barely nutritious food you'd enjoy when you were a kid? What if I wanna be taken on a trip back to old times where I didn't have bills to pay?

Y'all lucky I even made dinner at this point.

Barely have the energy t'do anythin' else t'night.

I made buttered nood's for dinner.

// if it walks like a duck, as a wise man once said.

// yeah this is a place to have fun and relax but that doesn't mean you shouldn't call things by their name and when there's bigotry and fetishism towards a community that has gone through fucking enough, people are in their right to call it out

// trying to stay neutral and minimise the situation by saying that someone who was fetishizing a whole community of people is just "adding their twist to a character"... Yeouch man

// 😐

"Good afternoon. Or evenin'. I am quite tired..."

She's going to go hug her mother now.

Oh, Momma, I missed you so much—

day before.

“OH, HEAVENS, BEN?” Anna is immediately grabbing her first aid kit and rushing to his side when her feet respond.

Shock keeps her rooted in place, makes it hard to react to the unexpected visit in time before he's crashing down on the floor of her diner.

She'd only been back for a few days, checking up on the place, and Ben was the last person she expected to find after she went to visit his grave just the +

// when I find you

MAMMA?

MY EMPLOYEE IS BACK?

Crunchy...

Adding enough sugar so that the coffee goes from a liquid to a sludge.

Yum.

Immediately swiping a few pancakes and a massive mug of plain black coffee.

She's up late, fixing herself a mug of tea — chamomile and lavender, the good blend she'd get at the market and saved exclusively for nights where her mind wouldn't let her sleep.

“Holy shit.”