BBA, Dinner....and third wheels (Shemha/Private) Dec 30, 2016 23:00:32 GMT
Post by Shemha on Dec 30, 2016 23:00:32 GMT
Right over Hunter’s head. For his quick wit and endless stream of one comments, the android sure wasn’t the best at picking up shots directed at him. Or perhaps he possessed the amazing ability to ignore any negative remark directed at him, that much more likely considering how he dealt with others. Regardless, Shemha said nothing more on the subject for the moment, only a slap shake of her head and a masked smile took shape in reaction. If she was going to have to deal with Hunter she was going to get the best of it.
”Oh I don’t need anything to eat at the moment, but thank you for thinking of me. However, if you wish to help I wouldn’t mind passing off chopping up the rest of these potatoes to you if you don’t mind.” Shemha stated with a motion of her hand to the dozen or so spuds still spread across the counter. She didn’t mind the work really, but she was willing to share it since he was so nice to offer.
As long as he was capable of mimicking the process she put the first starchy oval through, Shemha would put her focus back on the meat. For the moment they sat and sizzled on the hot grill top, slowly cooking to the perfection she expected from herself. With a watchful eye on the protein she shifted back to the line of questioning she directed at the android before, taking it a step further this time.
”Hunter, you mentioned how you met Marcel out in the wilds, but where did you come from before that? You were no lumber jack by your own words so what in the world were you doing out there in the first place? On top of that, why did you choose to accompany Marcel? If you say it was just to help him get women, I will let you know right now, I don’t buy it.” She said rather bluntly. Suspicious of almost everyone deep down, the green haired robot was no different. To her he seem quite the character, but one’s character could easily be a ruse.