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[katyafeline]

Katya has acquired herself a feast. Pelmini, black bread spread with thick with soft cheese, a pyramid of tangerines, and sbiten made with wine...

Maybe her eyes were bigger than her stomach.

Maybe she can be convinced to share.

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[says_the_booyah]

"That is a lot of clementines." Cyborg is walking by when he notices. He also has no clue about the difference between different sorts of citrus fruits.

[katyafeline]

"Da, there were... many options. I decided to not choose." Basically Bar asked her what she wanted and she said 'yes'. Katya is the only one to blame for this mess. "You may have some... or lots."

The ordering thing kinda got away from her.

[says_the_booyah]

"Some will do for now?" He takes a seat. And four tangerines. Which are just a little hard to peel with his fingers.

"Russian, right?" Obvious Cy is Cy.

[katyafeline]

"I think they are from Florida." She replies, all wide innocent eyes and a faint smirk giving lie to them. A gesture, her silver bangles chiming with the movement, sends a waitrat scurrying for an empty glass. "Da, Russian, whatever gave it away?"

[says_the_booyah]

"I have a teammate who's Russian. He tried to teach me a few words, but it didn't take." Starfire, of course, learned the language by kissing Red Star. A trick that Cy still can't explain.

[katyafeline]

The rat returns with a glass, hurriedly shoving it onto the table before taking off again. They're still a bit wary about hanging around the tiger girl.

"It is always good to try and better yourself." Obviously, learning Russian is the first step to a better life. She fills the glass with sbiten and slides it over to him - it's still cold outside, everyone should have sbiten.

[says_the_booyah]

"What is this?" It smells a bit sweet. And not alcoholic?

[katyafeline]

"Sbiten - it is for winter, makes you warm, yes?" Honestly, she doesn't understand how this drink isn't known everywhere. There was always a pot of it being kept warm at the Headquarters in Moscow.

And yes. It's alcoholic. Just be glad she didn't use vodka in it.

[says_the_booyah]

"I'll try it. But I don't really get that cold." Helps to have anti-freeze included in the mix that replaced his blood. "And it doesn't get that cold in Jump City."

He takes a sip. "Not bad."

[not_his_pa]

William has spent too long outside in the cold dealing with calves and wind. When he enters, he spots Katya and says, "That's a beautiful spread."

[katyafeline]

She clucks her tongue at him, shaking her head. She makes a sharp gesture at the nearest waitrat, which scurries off in search of a new glass.

"Idiot boy, sit down and eat."

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, ma'am. The calves are doin' well," They're taking up most of his thoughts and he takes off his hat and happily relaxes.

[katyafeline]

"Yes, that will be much comfort when your fingers fall off." She huffs at him, serving him up a dish fully of healthy amounts of everything. The rats return with the glass, leaving her to fill it up with sbiten.

[not_his_pa]

"I've got good gloves," They're proper ones with leather and warm, he starts into the lovely plate, pelmeni is delicious.

[katyafeline]

Katya snorts, disbelieving. As if she can't tell how cold he is. She slides his glass over to him, the drink steaming.

"Contrary boy." She feeds him, she teaches him about vodka, and this is what she gets.

[not_his_pa]

"Calves get born, I keep 'em alive," He takes a proper slug of vodka and feels the warmth all through him.

[katyafeline]

See, he even brings his own vodka. Clearly she has been a great and guiding influence in his life.

That, or pervasive. Like mold.

"Or you watch them die, those are the things which happen to calves, yes."

[hasthehighground]

Clint's dressed in a warm zip-up sweater (grey with purple accents and interior fuzz, no SHIELD affiliation), blue jeans, and sneakers. It's not actually cold where he came in from, it's just... nice. He hesitates a moment, scanning the room, then veers towards Katya's table.

"Hey." He tucks himself into the seat that puts Katya between him and the majority of the room, and smiles a little. "Hungry?"

[katyafeline]

"I didn't feel like making a decision, so instead of doing that I said 'yes'." She explains, while pouring him some sbiten and shoving a plate of pelmeni in his direction.

She doesn't know what's wrong, but she does hope the offering does something to lessen the burnt-caramel taste on her tongue.

[hasthehighground]

Clint breathes a laugh, something loosening very slightly in his posture. "Thanks," he says, accepting both. He looks across the room, taking a fortifying drink of sbiten. "How've you been?"

[katyafeline]

"My partner still eats Wonderbread, some trees out back will never be the same, and I have sbiten. On the whole, it is not bad." Katya shrugs, her smile a quicksilver thing. "And you?"

[hasthehighground]

"Uh," he says. He laughs, again. Fine is far too obvious of a lie, and Katya is not someone he wants to be on the bad side of. "Stuff in my world went to shit, I was pretty much in the middle of it, and she dragged me back out. We're both still breathing." He rubs at the back of his neck. "I'm mostly okay, just... tired."

[katyafeline]

That burnt caramel taste gives the lie to his words, and she wrinkles her nose at him. He doesn't know how to ask. The next time she sees Nat, there will be a discussion. A terse discussion, mostly about how could she not tell Clint about the words?

"Mmmmhmm." Honestly, it is frustrating beyond all words. "And now all may go back to normal?"

[hasthehighground]

Clint's brow scrunches at her.

"That's... not really how it works."

[katyafeline]

"Then how does it work, circus boy?" Obviously it doesn't work by asking your local friendly Other for help.

She debates whether getting him drunk would a) work and b) help.