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Hello, you've reached Ema Skye! Sorry, I can't come to the phone right now but leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can! Have a nice day.

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Nope! That's not strange at all!

[A waiter comes and takes their orders, since that hasn't happened yet...and Ema turns back to him a moment later.]

I like the supermarket. It was always something Lana and I would do together, and with how busy she could be, sometimes it was the only time I got to spend with her alone.

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[ He lets her handle it all when it comes to the order, watching in fascination as she chats away. ]

It's just... there's so much variety now. There's so much I can try here, and it just never gets old.

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Oh, I know right? It's the same for me, since there are so many things from different worlds, and times. I mean the other day I had meat that was green!

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[ Okay Ema that's a little weird??? ]

There's actually green meat? [ He sounds as surprised as he looks, as well as a little disgusted because that doesn't sound healthy at all. ]

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Oh yeah! It was like...from some alien or something. I saw a picture of it. It sort of looked like a cow, but it was green. Normally green, not like irradiated green.

[Ema Marie Curie is a few thousand years after his time...]

It tasted like chicken.

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It really tasted like chicken?! [ His voice definitely raises at that, just so surprised something that could be real. ] And you didn't get sick or anying?

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Tasted just like chicken. Roasted and everything! And no, do I look sick?

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Well not right now, you don't. Who's to say it didn't give you a 24 hour bug of some kind? [ Though he definitely trusts her judgement on food and drink, she's been right so far. ]

Did it have a name?

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Well, I'll let you know if I feel weird.

[She won't.]

And no, it didn't. The stuff was called Lar-Massat, but I don't know what that means in alien-talk.

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[ Ema???????? ]

Hopefully nothing too unusual. Though in the meantime... we have something--normal? This is normal right?--to try.

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This is absolutely normal. It's just beef, and the cuts of it we got are fine ones.

[She wouldn't give him green steak, okay?]

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[ It's fine, he'd try anything she put in front of him at this point. ]

I'm getting hungry just thinking about it.

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Speaking of...

[The steaks are beginning to arrive, two decent sized portions just laid out on the table for them, along with the drinks.]

Smells great, doesn't it?

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Oh. [ He practically groans that one when he starts to smell the meat, leaning to try and peer at the plates. It's literally like finally being invited to sit down at the tables when there's a feast, at least it probably looks like it with how he's biting his lip and how his stomach rumbles once the plate is on the table. ]

It smells wonderful. Do we just... tuck in? [ CAN HE EAT.... ]

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[Ema folds her napkin in her lap, picks up her fork and knife, and reaches for her plate.]

You do. Go for it, Merlin.

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[ She's a lot more graceful than he is anyway. He doesn't bother with the napkin, but thankfully he isn't slob enough to forgo the knife and fork. He picks them up right after her, picking up a piece of the meat. After giving her a quick glance he takes a bite of it and



oh. wow.




That is good. He has to put his fork down again to press his hand against his mouth, trying to hold back an embarrassing noise because. Wow. ]

I didn't know meat could taste this good...

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[Ema slices up her portion, chewing thoughtfully as she regards her friend. Heh, that's exactly the reaction she'd hoped for.]

It can, absolutely. It's all in how you prepare it, and how you cut it and...yeah. I don't eat steak often, but I'm glad you like it.

New favorite meat dish?

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You don't? [ Probably because of the price, Merlin, but to be fair next time it will be on him and she can eat as much as she wants. ]

Honestly, I'd eat this every day if I could.

[ He points at it with his fork, taking another piece. How can something be so mouth watering?? ]

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Well, too much of a good thing is unhealthy. It's a little bit fatty, and that's not necessarily good in large quantities. And then there's the price...

[She won't argue with that though, it's so good.]

Next time we'll do pasta, or pizza or something.

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Oh who cares about that. [ Merlin?????? Look after your heart. ] Arthur eats stuff like this more often than not and he's fine. Putting it on a bit but... [ He's definitely calling him fat......... ]

Though oh pasta! I've cooked that myself a few times, it's rather easy, isn't it?

[ A whole new world plays in the background ]

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It is rather easy. [She's...missed the bit about calling Arthur fat. Ema's not that good with metaphor and stuff and that's really that!]

You should try it with some of the sauces, too. [Gesturing to small dishes of brown liquid that had been laid out.]

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It is, though Shigeru still insists on watching me cook after a friend and I blew up the microwave. [ :( ]

Which ones? Are they all different? [ He takes a piece and moves it to dip into mystery sauce x. ]

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How did you...

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They are all different though, yes. I think that one's just ordinary steak sauce. The yellow-y one is probably mustard. And I have no idea about the others.

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[ You try being from 1500 years or whatever in the past, Ema... ]

I'll try them all then. Why not, right?

[ The steak sauce at least gains a soft moan from him, covering his mouth again while trying to not laugh at how ridiculous it sounds. ] They really should put a warning with these.

[ "You sound embarrassing when you eat" Sure. ]

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[Ema tries that one too, grinning around a mouthful of food.]

They...really should. Wow, these could be addictive...

[So freaking tasty!]