Sam puts his hands up when she pointedly says that it isn't a romance. "Oookay. Just looking to get a spiritual experience from him, right?" Sorry, not sorry, Christine.
While she starts on forming the crust, Sam goes ahead and starts to open the bottle of alcohol, knowing they were going to need it in a bit with the direction their conversation was going. That and to add to their filling to give it a bit more kick.
At the mention of liking someone 'here' he stops and looks up at Christine with a raised brow. "Someone I know?"
The only response she can give to Sam's continued teasing is a definite narrowing of her eyes at him. Though she supposes no matter what, she's opened herself up to this kind of thing. If she was a person who never poked at him and his Fereldan-ness, he wouldn't do this in return. It's of her own making.
"Mmm," she answers to the positive, measuring out the flour into the bowl. "It is Church." And she's sure he'll have an opinion about that. Church is not an individual one meets and then forgets. He leaves a lasting impression. But whether that impression is good or bad really depends on his mood and how easily offended others can get.
The narrowed eyes look only gets an 'innocent' smile in return. Honestly there would still be teasing regardless, but yes, the pokes at the Ferelden bit probably did contribute to him throwing them in now.
"Church," he repeats, pauses, then, "... Church?" Honestly he is a little surprised. Course he had figured that something had happened between Christine and the rifter considering how much time they spent together and Church having been brought along to see Christine's mother, but this made it sound a bit more... serious. Especially when she was saying Gjurd was not a romantic interest and the reason being because of Church - kind of.
"Really?" That was a sign he needed to hear more, because honestly he only knew Church as the food loving, 'arm candy', 'don't let him talk to your relatives', joking moaner person.
"What is that supposed to mean?" she asks somewhat defensively. As if it's so unbelievable. Yes, Christine has a certain air about her that seems to suggest Church might not be her type, but she's already shown she'll sleep with men like Asher.
At the defensive question Sam makes a noise that's a bit like 'I don't know' which is accompanied by a shrug, along with the nearly open bottle of alcohol in hand. "Hey, my experience with Church is probably drastically different then your experience with Church. I figured you two were close, but I didn't think you two were romantically involved." You were the one to point out 'romance', Christine. If you weren't romantically interested in Gjurd because of Church- This is where his mind went, alright?
"What?" Her head snaps up from what she's doing, flour-covered hands frozen in mid-air. "We are not romantically involved. That would-- Why-- He is a rifter, Sam! He could disappear at any moment. I would never set my heart on someone who could be pulled back through a rift at any moment."
Even as she says it, there's a strange feeling in her stomach, but she ignores it. The idea is impossible. Instead she sighs and refocuses on her bowl of flour.
"I like Church," she explains. "He makes me laugh, and he makes me happy. We are close, but it is not serious." There's a pause, her gaze going unfocused for a moment. When she speaks, her voice is a soft murmur. "Like the way it was with Asher."
At the way Christine snaps, Sam stiffens slightly, half expecting a handful of flour to be tossed in his face. For a long few moments he stays like that, watching her as she tries to busy herself with the baking, and then finds himself deflating a bit as well at Christine's muttered words. It wasn't his intention for the conversation to go there, but it seemed like their conversations always did. Even though it had been some time Asher's death still haunted them, both professionally and personally.
Sighing, Sam finished with opening the bottle and slowly pours some into two glasses. Quietly, like sharing a moment of silence, he eventually places one glass in front of Christine, but far enough to not get in her way of making the dough. Even though he's poured himself a glass all he does is take it in hand and slowly rolls it between his fingers as he leans against the counter.
Absentmindedly his other hand reaches for the opening of his shirt and plays with the necklace hanging there. "You should spend as much time with him then." He hears what Christine is saying, can logically agree with everything she's saying, but... he knows the feeling. He is quite aware of that feeling in his stomach.
Being the way she is, Christine can recognize that this is an awkward silence, but she's also stubborn and stands by her words. So she stubbornly rolls the dough into shape before laying in over a pie pan. Only then does she take up the glass and turn to lean against the corner too.
"I do. Or I try to. We had a... misunderstanding during the Satinalia party and did not speak for some time. But recently we sorted things out." That is all the detail on the matter she'll provide, because the misunderstanding was about the very nature of Church's being and she's the only one who knows about it.
Her gaze shifts towards Sam's fingers. "What is that?" Well, she can see it's some kind of necklace, but she can't see much of it at all.
As curious he is about this 'misunderstanding', Sam knows better then to press the subject. If Christine didn't want to talk about it then pushing the issue would only get her more upset, specifically at him, which he didn't want. If she did... well she knew where he was, but since things were already sorted out, no more needed to be said.
"Hm?" Blinking away from his thoughts, Sam looks to regard Christine then shifts his eyes down at what he is palming. "Oh. This was a gift, from Kirk. Something to remember him by for if and/or when he has to return to his home." He holds it up a bit higher so that she can see, a small charm embedded with a symbol and a series of numbers.
She sets her fingertips behind the charm to hold it up a little more in the light. While she already knew Sam and Jim were roommates, she now realizes she should have guessed at them being something more. Well, here she is; not the only one with a soft spot for a rifter. A slow smile spreads across her face, but she only gives him a knowing look before returning her focus to the necklace.
Well they weren't romantically involved, because that was an impossible idea, right Christine? Course if she did ask just that he would tell her that they weren't, because they weren't saying it was like that. A rift could just open up one day-
Still Sam smiles slightly back in return with an equally knowing smile. He gets it.
"He says they're numbers used to hail the ship he commands."
"Apparently they have a system like we have with the crystals, but it signals ships." He gives a small one shoulder shrug - that's how he's understood it anyways. "He's very proud of his ship so they have a lot of significance, but it's mostly in case I find a way to contact him."
Sam huffs lightly in amusement at the change in subject and how Christine is so suddenly interested in his personal life. "I got him a bracelet with blue inlays a while back during our trip to Orlais. I should think of something a bit more personable though."
"Blue to match the color of his eyes?" she asks lightly, in that way that's teasing but in a playful way. She thinks all this is rather sweet. And it's making her think she should get Church something too. After all, he did bring her flowers on her birthday.
"I could help you think of something, if you would like."
"Well, his ship sails the stars, yes? Perhaps something with a celestial motif?" Though she isn't exactly sure what he needs. Living with Sam means he probably has all the essentials. It would need to be something that he doesn't necessarily need, but something extra.
"Hm. I've thought of something like that. Perhaps one of our constellations, but I don't necessarily want to keep giving him jewelry." And he certainly couldn't give Jim a weapon.
"Does he like to write? Perhaps a journal with a black leather cover and the constellation stamped into it and painted silver?" At least it sounds pretty to her. She isn't exactly sure what Jim's taste is like, but there's no doubt that he's the type to appreciate any gift Sam gives him.
"That might be something." Course Kirk had just finished an entire journal of stuff just for him so he might be a bit worn out on that particular thing. "Something leather with the black, silver, and constellations does sound promising. Maybe a satchel?" He has one other idea, but that he'll keep to himself.
"Maybe I'll get him some jams on the side. He seemed to really like them from the last party we went to."
"Ah, a sweet tooth? Perhaps I can help you make him something. I was already thinking that is what I would do for Church. I have never seen a man put away food like he does." Of course, now that she knows the truth about him, it does make a strange kind of sense. Since having a human body is a relatively recent thing, eating food is new to him.
"Let us each take them a slice of this pie. What should the filling be?"
"You could say that," he chuckles. There were only certain times that James was indulgent in sweets after all. But the idea of making him something to eat wasn't a bad idea, which was evident by the thoughtful look on Sam's face - that perhaps was the only thing he really hadn't done for Kirk yet.
At the mention of Church's eating habit, Sam gives a snort. "You're telling me. When I first met him I was sure he was going to eat the entire buffet at the party." That had been during First Day hadn't it? "You might have to bring him more then a slice," he says half jokingly. "How about a mixed berry filling this time?"
"I say a slice for each of us and he will have to take the one and be content," she answers primly, before nodding her head and going to where the berries had been preserved and stored for winter to fetch several containers of different varieties.
"I like that idea. Let us make them a little more sweet than tart, yes? That is how I like them."
"Sounds fair to me. He couldn't really complain on getting a free slice of pie after all, right?" If he wanted more Sam was sure Christine would just make another one when she felt like it.
"However you want it. I've only had one mixed berry pie before so didn't realize you could make it more sweet." This time Sam does take his glass and take a small sip of it, watching to see what berries Christine picked out.
"You just add more sugar," she murmurs as she sorts through the berries to find what she wants. "And it helps to use naturally sweeter berries too, of course. Here; blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries." Christine carefully fills the pie so the berries don't go spilling out and rolling all over the table. Then the meticulously measures out sugar and adds it before stirring all the berries together.
"Perfect," she says, the pride clear in her voice. "Our gentlemen friends will appreciate this, no?"
"I'm sure they will," he says in agreement before reaching over and stealing one of the berries, then popping it in his mouth. Not strawberries but they were still good.
Sam hums lightly for a moment as he watches Christine mix the berries, a small smile coming to his face. "This brings back memories of us first meeting. You've come a long way with cooking since then."
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While she starts on forming the crust, Sam goes ahead and starts to open the bottle of alcohol, knowing they were going to need it in a bit with the direction their conversation was going. That and to add to their filling to give it a bit more kick.
At the mention of liking someone 'here' he stops and looks up at Christine with a raised brow. "Someone I know?"
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"Mmm," she answers to the positive, measuring out the flour into the bowl. "It is Church." And she's sure he'll have an opinion about that. Church is not an individual one meets and then forgets. He leaves a lasting impression. But whether that impression is good or bad really depends on his mood and how easily offended others can get.
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"Church," he repeats, pauses, then, "... Church?" Honestly he is a little surprised. Course he had figured that something had happened between Christine and the rifter considering how much time they spent together and Church having been brought along to see Christine's mother, but this made it sound a bit more... serious. Especially when she was saying Gjurd was not a romantic interest and the reason being because of Church - kind of.
"Really?" That was a sign he needed to hear more, because honestly he only knew Church as the food loving, 'arm candy', 'don't let him talk to your relatives', joking moaner person.
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Even as she says it, there's a strange feeling in her stomach, but she ignores it. The idea is impossible. Instead she sighs and refocuses on her bowl of flour.
"I like Church," she explains. "He makes me laugh, and he makes me happy. We are close, but it is not serious." There's a pause, her gaze going unfocused for a moment. When she speaks, her voice is a soft murmur. "Like the way it was with Asher."
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Sighing, Sam finished with opening the bottle and slowly pours some into two glasses. Quietly, like sharing a moment of silence, he eventually places one glass in front of Christine, but far enough to not get in her way of making the dough. Even though he's poured himself a glass all he does is take it in hand and slowly rolls it between his fingers as he leans against the counter.
Absentmindedly his other hand reaches for the opening of his shirt and plays with the necklace hanging there. "You should spend as much time with him then." He hears what Christine is saying, can logically agree with everything she's saying, but... he knows the feeling. He is quite aware of that feeling in his stomach.
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"I do. Or I try to. We had a... misunderstanding during the Satinalia party and did not speak for some time. But recently we sorted things out." That is all the detail on the matter she'll provide, because the misunderstanding was about the very nature of Church's being and she's the only one who knows about it.
Her gaze shifts towards Sam's fingers. "What is that?" Well, she can see it's some kind of necklace, but she can't see much of it at all.
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"Hm?" Blinking away from his thoughts, Sam looks to regard Christine then shifts his eyes down at what he is palming. "Oh. This was a gift, from Kirk. Something to remember him by for if and/or when he has to return to his home." He holds it up a bit higher so that she can see, a small charm embedded with a symbol and a series of numbers.
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"What do the numbers mean?"
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Still Sam smiles slightly back in return with an equally knowing smile. He gets it.
"He says they're numbers used to hail the ship he commands."
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"I hope you have given him an equally suitable gift in return."
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Sam huffs lightly in amusement at the change in subject and how Christine is so suddenly interested in his personal life. "I got him a bracelet with blue inlays a while back during our trip to Orlais. I should think of something a bit more personable though."
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"I could help you think of something, if you would like."
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"Oh? Well now I have to hear these ideas since you're offering." He pauses for a moment, considering something, then quickly interjects. "No lace."
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"Maybe I'll get him some jams on the side. He seemed to really like them from the last party we went to."
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"Let us each take them a slice of this pie. What should the filling be?"
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At the mention of Church's eating habit, Sam gives a snort. "You're telling me. When I first met him I was sure he was going to eat the entire buffet at the party." That had been during First Day hadn't it? "You might have to bring him more then a slice," he says half jokingly. "How about a mixed berry filling this time?"
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"I like that idea. Let us make them a little more sweet than tart, yes? That is how I like them."
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"However you want it. I've only had one mixed berry pie before so didn't realize you could make it more sweet." This time Sam does take his glass and take a small sip of it, watching to see what berries Christine picked out.
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"Perfect," she says, the pride clear in her voice. "Our gentlemen friends will appreciate this, no?"
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Sam hums lightly for a moment as he watches Christine mix the berries, a small smile coming to his face. "This brings back memories of us first meeting. You've come a long way with cooking since then."
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