MCA #9, Thursday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't have a lot of love for Thanksgiving. It reminded her of Unity Day, up on the Ark, and Unity Day came with too much baggage to be a good association to have with anything.

But Octavia did like food. And so after her handwavy half-day shift at Covent Garden, she'd ended up getting ingredients to bake something. Specifically, pecan pie, because it supposedly went with this holiday but more importantly, it was something she knew she liked. At least when made by someone with actual skill and experience with baking things. And she... had neither of those.

What she did have were a pre-made pie shell along with everything she was supposed to put on it, as well as a restless feeling she desperately needed to shake, brought on by Duke's voicemail from yesterday as well as some severe indecision on whether she should check up on Larceny at the hotel.

And so, baking.

She made kind of a mess of the kitchen, unaccustomed to measuring things out or just generally doing anything like this in an orderly fashion. But that was fine, just meant she'd have the clean-up to occupy her time for a little longer, later. The key thing was that despite the mess, what she ended up putting into the oven was something that actually looked like a pie. Not a pretty pie, not like something you'd sell at a bakery or something, but a pie all the same. And it was hers.

And then it was time for her to sit on the floor in front of the oven, watching the pie baking.

[ooc: Mostly for the bro (with truly epic holiday-related SP), but can be open for others wishing to drop by as well.]

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[notgetkilled]

"Tavi?" Huh. She doesn't seem too opposed to it even if it's not a name he'd ever heard anyone use for her. "Do you like like this guy, Octavia?"

She sure sounded like she did.

[okteiviakom]

Apart from Bellamy himself, no one had ever even tried giving Octavia a nickname. And yes, she found she liked it that Duke had.

(Shunsui also called her his 'sorrow dove', and it was a similar thing, yet still different.)

"I think I do, Bel."

[notgetkilled]

"Does he know that?" Bellamy asked her quietly.

[okteiviakom]

"He does."

Octavia turned her head and finally looked at him again. Her voice wasn't very loud, either.

"He likes me too."

[notgetkilled]

"Huh." Well, that's a thing. "Just be careful."

And know that if anything happened, he'd kill this guy.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted, though that too was a pretty soft sound.

"I know, Bel," she murmured. It went both for being careful as well as for the likely-implied death threat. "It's... We're just spending time together." And that was still novel for her. Wasn't like she'd had a lot of time to just sit and talk with Lincoln, back on the ground.

[notgetkilled]

"That's fine. You deserve something like that," Bellamy told her quietly. "I just want you to be careful. That's all."

[okteiviakom]

"What's the worst that can happen?" Octavia asked him, lightly. By her own standards, anyway.

[notgetkilled]

"Did you really just say that?" Bellamy asked, shaking his head.

[okteiviakom]

"I did." She shrugged. "I mean, come on. What's one guy against everything else that's gone wrong for me before?"

Getting hurt was a very real possibility. Actually, it was one she was pretty much expecting.

[notgetkilled]

"Because emotions are involved," Bellamy pointed out. He might not be smart in some things but there were other things he knew. "And those can really hurt."

[okteiviakom]

"I know," Octavia replied quietly. It had practically taken her the past two years to move past the pain of getting ripped away from Lincoln. She was aware of how much emotions cold hurt, thanks.

She shrugged a little. "He sailed back home for the rest of the week, for this holiday. A part of me expects him not to come back."

She had maybe developed some trust issues with the way the multiverse had pulled out rugs from under her feet in the past.

[notgetkilled]

"I'm sure he'll be back," Bellamy told her, nodding. "If he knows what's good for him, he'll come back."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "Yeah, I know," she said. "I think he knows I'm not the only person who'd be pissed if he didn't come back, either."

He probably also knew 'pissed' wasn't all she'd be.

[notgetkilled]

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Bellamy told her. "Just...keep making pies until he's back or something."

[okteiviakom]

"That's supposed to be Monday." That wasn't very far away at all, but it felt that way to the squirrelly parts of her. "That's a lot of pies."

[notgetkilled]

"I don't see anything wrong with that," Bellamy said, snickering. "I like pie."

[okteiviakom]

"At least that's a couple days for them to improve," Octavia joked wryly, "if this one turns out to be... like a catastrophe."

It looked okay, and the smell wafting out of the oven seemed right, but there was no telling for sure until it was actually out and on a plate.

[notgetkilled]

"It's going to be fine and we're going to eat and it's going to be a good day," he told her. "Stop worrying."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a slight face. "Not worrying."

Yes she was.

Just not about the pie.

She let her head rest against his shoulder. "It's going to be an okay day."

[notgetkilled]

"It is."

He stood up and squeezed her shoulder.

"Let me know when the pie's done."

[okteiviakom]

"Okay," Octavia replied with a little nod.

He was a smart man for not trying to pry her away from the oven. She was going to sit right here until that damned thing was done baking.