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X slips downstairs after her shift in the nightclub, half-glancing at the back door before she decides to forgo training for the moment.

It is more important to eat something. Just in case.

The fact that X-23 (and her soup) are settled at the bar instead of her usual booth is entirely unrelated to anything.

Except that she refuses to be uncomfortable in what is, for now, her home.

This is just proof of that.

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"I'm extremely careful at home. I need to be a little more careful here, I think."

X tilts her head, considering this.

"Sometimes it is safer here."

She knows that much.

She thinks of Cal.

"Yeah. Sometimes it is. Um. If I can make things safer for you, I will," she says, knowing the offer is ludicrous to a fighter like X. But Bela knows she has a serious weakness in the emotional arena now. "You know. If you should ever need it."

"Okay," X says, voice and expression utterly serious.

"Thank you."

Beat.

"I will remember."

"Good."

She smiles. Okay. This is not too hard. Just a little hard.

"Good," X echoes.

Then--

"You are not hungry?"

It is easier to talk about this than--everything else.

Oh, look at that! X knows the glory of the subject change. That's Bela's favorite thing ever, here. Fabulous!

"Maybe a little. What do you like to eat here?"

"Spaghetti."

X's response is prompt.

"The soup is good, too. And sandwiches."

"I haven't had pasta in a while. Maybe I'll try some tonight. I've only had a scone, so I should eat something more substantial. Have you ever had scones?"

X frowns for a moment, running through her memory banks.

Then--

"Yes."

Beat.

"There was tea, too."

"Oh, yes, there should be some tea to go with scones."

Except when you want alcohol instead.

X is silent for a few moments.

"I like milk."

Better than tea, at least.

"Milk is fine, too," she says, brow furrowing.

She hopes she isn't saying something wrong. Between X and Cal, Bela is often stymied for anything to say.

X studies Bela.

"You do not have to drink it."

Beat.

"It is okay."

"Oh, no, I like milk! I just thought-"

She smiles.

"Never mind."

X looks a little uncertain again.

"Okay."

Beat.

X eats another spoonful of soup.

"Pancakes are good, too. With chocolate chips."

"Cal mentioned that," she says, and her smile is much less tentative now. "He's my friend, too. My special friend."

Maybe her best friend.

"Oh."

X relaxes a little.

"That is good."

Beat.

"He is nice."

"He is," Bela says.

"He also has excellent taste in pancakes."

"Yes," X agrees.

"They are not too sweet."

Beat.

"You have had them, too?"

"I have," she says, grinning. "He made sure of it."

Bela likes having breakfasts with Cal after their nights together, even if she eats things that are a) not healthy and b) very fattening. Oh, well. She might not have too terribly long to live; she might as well enjoy good food.

"Good."

X sounds sure of that.

"Root beer floats are okay, too."

"I don't think I know about those."

Food is a pretty safe topic. She makes note of this for the next time she and Cal talk.

"Oh."

Beat.

"You can try one. They are not too sweet."

And X likes vanilla.

What the hell? She'll work out extra tomorrow.

"I'll give it a try. You're making me hungry."

She calls a waitrat over and orders spaghetti and a root beer float.