MCA #0, Friday Night

[grenadesandohana]

It was date night and Steve decided to break out of his mold of grilling steaks and instead got into his reserve of The Good MREs: Chili Mac.

Danny, he loved you a lot to give you one of these, you'd better appreciate the sacrifice. You could be getting the "vomlet" breakfast kind.

He hummed in the kitchen as he heated the meals and plated them on actual plates instead of, well, eating them out of the plastic while sitting on the ground in some classified place. Chili mac, pound cake, fake Gatorade powder and not a vegetable for a hundred miles. Good times, good times.

[OOC: For the date who will be super impressed by this! Right?]

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[hatesparadise]

Danny was starting to think maybe this date wasn't exactly going to end well. But there they were. Having a night in with food and terrible television.

"You okay in there, babe?"

[grenadesandohana]

"Almost done," Steve said, smiling, "but I've got cheese and crackers, too."

He'd augmented the jalapeño cheddar and crackers from the kits with real cheese from the grocery store. And grapes.

[hatesparadise]

Whoa there, actually fruit?

"Thank god for that," Danny muttered.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve ambled over with the plate, putting it in front of Danny with an easy smile. "I'm not gonna poison you, Danno."

[hatesparadise]

"Debatable," Danny replied, looking at his plate with a little frown. "What is this, exactly?"

[grenadesandohana]

"Chili mac," Steve said, "and a cheese plate."

He'd skipped adding the beef jerky to anything--that was a snack for after his run.

"Want a beer, too?"

[hatesparadise]

"For this? Yes, yes I do," Danny said, scooping some of the glop up and letting it fall. Even if it didn't smell too bad...

[grenadesandohana]

"Don't play with your food, Daniel," Steve said, retrieving two beers from the fridge.

[hatesparadise]

"Calling it 'food' is being polite, Steven," Danny replied, manning up and taking a bite.

Then made a face because, well, it was actually kind of good.

[grenadesandohana]

"It has been guaranteed by the US government to be nutritionally balanced and appeal to a wide array of taste buds," Steve told him, sitting down with his own plate.

[hatesparadise]

"It tastes like Taco Bell," Danny countered. Which was still delicious in a certain way. "You're still not allowed to make this a regular date night thing."

[grenadesandohana]

Steve laughed. "Nah. We still have a few good weeks to grill."

[hatesparadise]

Danny settled in to eat the goop that tasted way, way better than it looked. "I stopped by that store this week."

[grenadesandohana]

And now Steve was aspirating goop. "You did?" he said through coughs.

[hatesparadise]

He sort of earned it. "Yep," Danny said, smirking a little at that.

[grenadesandohana]

"How'd that go?" Steve asked, reaching for his beer. Because of the coughing, of course.

[hatesparadise]

"Got some more books," Danny replied, maybe enjoying watching Steve squirm a little bit. "Some supplies for my room. Some suggestions for videos."

[grenadesandohana]

Steve arched an eyebrow. "Videos?" he repeated.

[hatesparadise]

"Visual aides were suggested for the novices," Danny replied dryly.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve's ears went pink. "You talked to someone?"

[hatesparadise]

"I talked to someone," Danny said, taking a handful of grapes now. "I was doing recon. Isn't that what you'd call it?"

[grenadesandohana]

Steve nodded warily. "They called us novices?"

You both froze up about blow jobs, so.

[hatesparadise]

"I called us novices," Danny replied. "You wanna try to counter that description, babe?"

[grenadesandohana]

Steve stabbed at his chili mac, a food that was so squishy it could be served to people without teeth and something that absolutely required no stabbing.

"No," he admitted.

[hatesparadise]

Yeah, it looked... like a choice.

"I would rather we do things right so no one gets hurt and we both are fully aware of everything." There. Now he couldn't back down from watching it.

God help them both.