[ which isn't an excuse, merely a fact. jyn has zero pickiness or food aversions. she'd prefer not to live off protein cubes and shakes anymore, but it's fine when it's supplementing an actual meal. she still drinks protein milks because she doesn't need a doctor to tell her to know that she probably has space rickets.
strange meat on a stick, she's in. deep fried bugs, sure. sushi, you betcha. ]
[ easy enough, then. daisy opts for an old stand-by: a small alley garden in between two nearby buildings, where pushcarts and food stalls set up shop back-to-back to feed hungry workers from the various highrise buildings in the area.
pro: there's about a dozen options within arm's reach. con: there's about a dozen people within arm's reach too. best to get the food and go here. ]
What looks good?
[ daisy will probably get a lettuce wrap because she's predictable and boring when given too many choices. also because it's easier to eat weird things when she doesn't have to look at the ingredients up close. ]
the answer is everything looks good because it's edible. jyn grabs a bug burger stacked with veggie toppings (and a second to go that she shoves in her bag) and starts chowing down on it before they even leave the alley. ]
I don't know why so many people complain about the burgers.
Probably because eating bugs is weird? [ apologies to the vendor, who looks only marginally annoyed at daisy's rude comment. ] Like, it's fine if I don't have to see it, but...
[ she shrugs. the bug burger thing is still too much for her. ]
Do you want to get something to bring back for Cassian?
[ daisy would bring illya back his own order of lettuce wraps — which she orders as they approach the vendor, who obnoxiously remembers her because this is her go-to when she actually remembers to leave the office for lunch — and he would like it. ]
[ just gives away her boyfriend as lunch delivery boy, it's fine. she knows cassian would do it if asked so she doesn't worry about making the offer. he makes excellent sandwiches. which is gr8 because jyn loves bread so much. ]
[ the obvious implication being what it is. daisy puts the lettuce wrap in her mouth like a snake unhinging its jaw and takes an absurdly large bite. ]
[ jyn is impressed by the expediency with which daisy inhales her wrap, it's impressive, she's impressed. she continues to be satisfied with her choice in friend. not that daisy gave her much of a choice, it just happened.
which is how all of jyn's friendships happen. ]
I don't know if he made it, there might be more at home.
Soup's a weird thing to buy, isn't it? [ is that coherent in between chomps of lettuce like daisy's some humanized water buffalo starving for food? maybe. ] I mean, when it's not in a can.
[ she'll eat canned soup. it's not like she won't. but somehow she gets the vibe that if cassian's going to buy soup, it's going to be good soup, and at the price you'd pay for good soup, he'd probably just make it himself.
that's how illya handles things, anyway. he complains any time they go out to eat to get something he can make himself for half the cost. ]
I don't mind buying lunch. [ eating lettuce wraps. the vendors don't mind her presence either. ] But if he's in the neighborhood with extra soup, I wouldn't complain either.
[ jyn doesn't remember being in a place where she could easily access soup. stew was a staple of most ships and diners because it was easy to prepare large batches at once, but it's not... a soup.
[ daisy only offers a series of slow blinks as she finishes her wrap — in part because her mouth is full, but mostly because she doesn't know shit about space or terraforming or planetary composition. ]
People never shut up at mine. [ she chucks the biodegradable foil substitute into the recycling bin. ] Did I tell you my boss lives in our building?
[ she could probably go in late one day, ostensibly because she forgot something, and look around with her partner who only came because it was so late, but. as far as work goes, jyn does not linger. ]
[ fair enough. rather than push the point, daisy opts to tuck the second wrap (in theory, bought to bring back to someone else, but possibly one that will wind up as her snack later on) into the inner pocket of her blazer. satisfied, she gestures for jyn to follow her out of the plaza and out onto the main street.
they'd had intention of eating, and now they've eaten, but if she goes home now she'll sleep herself into a coma. better to walk off her food, explore a little while she's at it. daisy picks a familiar path, slow enough that jyn can easily follow along, and wanders until they've left the majority of the post-work crowd behind. ]
There's a shrine up here, just past an old news shop.
[ newspapers were obviously not en vogue anymore, but selling odds and ends never went out of style. ]
[ jyn hasn't done much exploring tbh. she knows the quickest route from the apartment to the giant penis that is her office building, she knows the closest grocers and the nicest park, and she knows where the poor part of town starts, but those are her personal basics. ]
I'm not religious.
[ did she move in with someone who is lowkey into religion because that will be a terrible knowledge bomb. ]
[ daisy waves a hand, vaguely dismissive. it's not a religious thing. well, it's not religious for her. obviously the definition of shrine is that it's religious for somebody.
but that's not the point, and jyn will see that fairly quickly as they approach. this shrine, like quite a few others dotted around the city, bears the image of a woman — a woman that looks strikingly familiar to the one currently smiling rather ridiculously in jyn's direction. ]
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[ which isn't an excuse, merely a fact. jyn has zero pickiness or food aversions. she'd prefer not to live off protein cubes and shakes anymore, but it's fine when it's supplementing an actual meal. she still drinks protein milks because she doesn't need a doctor to tell her to know that she probably has space rickets.
strange meat on a stick, she's in. deep fried bugs, sure. sushi, you betcha. ]
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pro: there's about a dozen options within arm's reach. con: there's about a dozen people within arm's reach too. best to get the food and go here. ]
What looks good?
[ daisy will probably get a lettuce wrap because she's predictable and boring when given too many choices. also because it's easier to eat weird things when she doesn't have to look at the ingredients up close. ]
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the answer is everything looks good because it's edible. jyn grabs a bug burger stacked with veggie toppings (and a second to go that she shoves in her bag) and starts chowing down on it before they even leave the alley. ]
I don't know why so many people complain about the burgers.
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[ she shrugs. the bug burger thing is still too much for her. ]
Do you want to get something to bring back for Cassian?
[ daisy would bring illya back his own order of lettuce wraps — which she orders as they approach the vendor, who obnoxiously remembers her because this is her go-to when she actually remembers to leave the office for lunch — and he would like it. ]
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[ that vendor knows her and jyn can't help the amused smile she hides behind her burger. called out by the vendor. ]
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[ big lie. even the guy slinging crunchy grasshoppers on a stick across the walkway knows it's a lie and laughs at her for it. rude. ]
Okay, maybe like once or twice a week. [ don't look at her like that ] What? It's good, it's fast, I don't want to immediately take a nap afterwards.
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[ just gives away her boyfriend as lunch delivery boy, it's fine. she knows cassian would do it if asked so she doesn't worry about making the offer. he makes excellent sandwiches. which is gr8 because jyn loves bread so much. ]
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[ the obvious implication being what it is. daisy puts the lettuce wrap in her mouth like a snake unhinging its jaw and takes an absurdly large bite. ]
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[ jyn is impressed by the expediency with which daisy inhales her wrap, it's impressive, she's impressed. she continues to be satisfied with her choice in friend. not that daisy gave her much of a choice, it just happened.
which is how all of jyn's friendships happen. ]
I don't know if he made it, there might be more at home.
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[ she'll eat canned soup. it's not like she won't. but somehow she gets the vibe that if cassian's going to buy soup, it's going to be good soup, and at the price you'd pay for good soup, he'd probably just make it himself.
that's how illya handles things, anyway. he complains any time they go out to eat to get something he can make himself for half the cost. ]
I don't mind buying lunch. [ eating lettuce wraps. the vendors don't mind her presence either. ] But if he's in the neighborhood with extra soup, I wouldn't complain either.
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is it? no, soup is different. it has noodles. ]
He wouldn't mind. He's nosy.
[ give him another place to nose about. ]
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We're all nosy.
[ they're all spies. ]
If he wants a tour of the office, he could just ask me. I can't take him into my division, but there's plenty of stuff to see if he wants to explore.
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[ jyn is not a spy. she knows she has the skills to be quiet and listen but that's different from being nosy and a spy. ]
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[ in between bites of her lettuce wrap, daisy suspects that's bullshit. ]
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[ ITS SO STUPID! ]
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People never shut up at mine. [ she chucks the biodegradable foil substitute into the recycling bin. ] Did I tell you my boss lives in our building?
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[ that tracks tbh and jyn doesn't seem surprised so much. ]
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[ daisy mimes clacking on a keyboard, though her fingers move faster than they should. someone's all too familiar with the qwerty layout. ]
He's an ass, but he's actually decent at the job. Just shitty at the people part of it.
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My father was a scientist. He used to sleep in the office. I used to sleep in the office.
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Do people sleep in your labs?
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[ she could probably go in late one day, ostensibly because she forgot something, and look around with her partner who only came because it was so late, but. as far as work goes, jyn does not linger. ]
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they'd had intention of eating, and now they've eaten, but if she goes home now she'll sleep herself into a coma. better to walk off her food, explore a little while she's at it. daisy picks a familiar path, slow enough that jyn can easily follow along, and wanders until they've left the majority of the post-work crowd behind. ]
There's a shrine up here, just past an old news shop.
[ newspapers were obviously not en vogue anymore, but selling odds and ends never went out of style. ]
Have you seen it?
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I'm not religious.
[ did she move in with someone who is lowkey into religion because that will be a terrible knowledge bomb. ]
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but that's not the point, and jyn will see that fairly quickly as they approach. this shrine, like quite a few others dotted around the city, bears the image of a woman — a woman that looks strikingly familiar to the one currently smiling rather ridiculously in jyn's direction. ]
Ta-da.
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jyn glance between the shrine and the real live woman, back to the shrine. ]
Why's your face on that?
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