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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part II

As the picnic continued, there were tables and chairs arranged on the lawn, the food smelled delicious and inviting, and no one was going to be bitey without explicit consent. Hopefully, everyone would take some time to enjoy themselves!

[OCD is up! This is the picnic post for general mingling. Roommates, fake siblings and teachers are all here. Since it's outside, the picnic is open to all students, teachers, and townies!]

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So, Beau might have been a little loopy on painkillers today. She was fine after that whole showdown in Baltimore, really, no concussion or anything and just those two cracked ribs, and one good night of sleep had been enough to get her all fixed up as far as she was concerned, but Karolina had insisted she go to the clinic and get checked out so she'd totally caved. Anyway, she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the way Karolina had been fussing over her since yesterday.

Getting her to stay in bed all weekend, though, was really not going to happen, so here was Beau, helping herself to generous portions of food from the tables.

And, yes, stuffing bacon in her pockets. What? She was healing up here. She needed all the nourishment she could get.

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"Beau!" Steve said, waving and smiling. "Glad to see you up and around!"

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"Well, yeah," Beau replied, jerking her chin upward in a brief sort of greeting. "Why wouldn't I be? I mean, sure, if you ask Kar I should probably still be home in bed, but I'm fine, seriously."

She'd have said that if she was missing half her blood and possibly a limb, too, but Steve probably knew that type already, huh?

Beau cleared her throat and added, gruffly and somewhat awkwardly, "Thanks, though. For dragging my ass out of there."

Steve was that type and lived with that type. Steve knew that type very, very well.

"Of course," he said, waving it aside. "No one left behind, right? Oh! I made you something. I know when I get knocked around, I'm not up for cooking."

He was never up for cooking. Don't front, Steve. "So I made you a casserole."

Tony tried to stop him, Beau. He did. "It's potatoes," he said, handing her a covered dish. "And cheese."

And cream of something soup.

"I mean, if I was slowing you guys down I totally would've gotten it if you left me behind," Beau said, shrugging, but then there was a casserole to take from him and her more pessimistic point of view on the matter had to take a back seat for a minute. "Wait, seriously, you made this for me?"

She was going to eat it anyway, to be honest. She'd lived off monastery food for a good long while, and that tended to skew your tastes somewhat. Besides, she was never up for cooking either.

It did look a little bit dubious when she looked at it, though. "Uh. Thanks?"

Steve grinned, ear to ear. "You're very welcome."

Painfully earnest.

Which was why he got a somewhat incredulous, are you for real look from Beau, who was shaking her head a little bit but also half-smiling at the same time. Well, half-smiling on one side of her mouth at least.

"You really didn't have to," she said. "Like, I kinda feel like this is the sort of thing where it should be the other way around, since you're the one who saved my ass?"

"Next time I get beat up, you can return the dish," Steve said.

"What I'm taking away from this is that you have that happen a lot," Beau replied, one eyebrow (the pierced one) raised slightly.

"It's not never," Steve admitted.

He had a uniform and matching shield. He fought a lot.

"Life would be, like, super boring otherwise, though, am I right?"

Beau, someone is going to have to have a talk with you about your cavalier attitude toward, oh, your own mortality.

That would definitely not be Steve!

"Exactly," Steve said. "Sometimes you just gotta stand up."

Every time, if you were Steve. Every. Damn. Time.

Yeah, to be honest that conversation would just go in one ear and out the other anyway.

". . . I mean, I'm not that particular about it," Beau said, the raised eyebrow twitching slightly higher still. "Sometimes I just want to get in a good fight. It's not, like, a principle thing."

Sorry, Steve. She was kind of a neutral-alignment little punk right now.

Steve smiled. "For me, it's a principle thing. Doesn't stop a lot of people from trying to hit me, anyway."

Much to the collective despair of everyone who knew him.

"To be fair," Beau remarked, "you are kind of a big target. I mean, I can see how that could be tempting for people."

"It's the shield, right? In my defense, someone else picked the code name and color scheme for me," Steve said.

"No," Beau said, squinting up at him and making an all-encompassing sort of gesture with her free hand. "It's like . . . your whole . . . okay, like, you know how there are certain flavors that people either love or hate, it's really an either-or situation? I kinda feel like the vibe you give off is the kind where some people find it reassuring, but it also just makes certain people want to hit you."

She trailed off for a second, then snapped her fingers.

"You're kind of like cilantro."

"Cilantro," Steve repeated. "Okay. So I'm...soapy."

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"It doesn't taste like soap," Beau said immediately, then snapped her fingers. "See? My point."

Don't look smug about this, Beauregard.

"So you don't want to punch me, either?" Steve said, deliberately messing with the metaphor.

"If I did that right now, I'd probably strain my ribs and Karolina would give me that disappointed look," replied Beau, trying to -- sort of -- sidestep the question like the dodgy little shit she was.

"That wasn't a no," Steve noted.

"I don't want to punch you," Beau replied. "Not right now, anyway."

That might change when she actually tried the casserole, though.

Well, that would be a fair reaction to his cooking.

"I'll take that as a win and make a strategic retreat, then," Steve said with a smile. "Tell Karolina I say hello."

"Sure," Beau said after a moment -- frowning slightly, because how did that count as a win? "And thanks again."

She could have made that sound less like a complaint, but hey, at least she said it.

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