RE: Off The Grid [ WHTS & ShiroNezu ]
[[Hey, um, first off sorry for the delay in the reply. Second, I'm noticing you're doing a lot of controlling of Quorra for me, and I'd appreciate if you let me handle it. It's okay to post a little less- I only require one paragraph, normally- and move a little slower in the action, if it means you just stick to Sam's thoughts and movements. I know it's easy to guess what Quorra will do, but you don't leave me with much to roleplay when you do that, and it's a little frustrating.]]
Quorra had spent an hour or so looking at new breakfast recipes online earlier that morning. Sam always showed enthusiasm for her exploration of the User world, and it helped fuel her honest curiosity. (She was also still working on the idea of dishonesty. She knew of it, but only as a User action that she hadn't developed. She also knew there were many ways to tell the truth, and she felt she had a lot of power there, as well.) She enjoyed picking out the right ingredients, watching the bacon and waiting for it to look as User videos on the computer showed her, and shrieking a little as some of the oil burned her. Even that pain was a wonderful new part of her User life. She giggled and looked to Sam as he spoke to her again, quickly getting the prepared food on plates as she worked on others.
"I did more research. I think I can do it better this time," she said, grinning proudly as she often did. She went back to the eggs for just a moment, noticing a straying to Sam's gaze on her. It made her blush a bit. She had a feeling she was physically attractive- she had a body much like many she saw called beautiful- but it was something particularly special to catch Sam's gaze. Even if she hadn't studied more of the culture of User attraction, she knew from her own eyes that Sam was handsome. She knew he ought to have a girlfriend of some sort. Was that her? She wasn't sure. It felt a bit like their kinship was of that variety, for they were important to each other, but she knew they didn't do everything that might be expected of such relationships.
The loss of thought made Quorra realize that her eggs were overdone. She gasped and checked to see that they weren't at least burned, and when they weren't she put them on their plates. "I think I did them wrong. I can make them again, unless you're very hungry." She smiled a little, this time more nervously.