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Oh.

[There's a pause, and then she can't help but smile again, looking amused at herself.]

Sorry. I'm glad you know that. I think I'm just...used to people not being able to see the good in themselves. I jumped the gun. I'm glad you know that you're good, though.

[It's clear that she doesn't realize that she's repeated herself there. Karen moves a bit, like she's thinking about reaching over to touch his arm or hand, and then remembers that her arm is immobilized. She makes a face. It's going to be a miracle if the sling makes it to the end of the night, never mind the full length of time she's meant to keep it on.]

No need to apologize, luv.

[He says and pulls the car up to the window to both pay and get their food, the teen girl working the window perks up instantly when she sees how cute Alfred is and that he's British.

Alfred meanwhile doesn't seem to notice and thanks the girl, making sure to tip her before taking the bag of food and carefully pulling back onto the road.]

Do you want to eat in the car or will it keep till I get you home?

[Karen definitely notices, her eyes flicking back and forth between the girl and Alfred as a smile slowly blossoms. She can't do much about helping with the milkshakes, but she does reach around to take the bag of food from him with her good hand and holds it against her knee.]

Oh, this car is too nice to eat fast food in. It'll keep.

[There's a pause, and she can't help but laugh.]

She thought you were cuuute. And you had no idea.

[She is clearly delighted by this turn of events.]

What? You mean the bird at the window?

[He asks, cocking an eyebrow at her.]

Mmhm. I mean, she was obviously a teenager. But still.

[Karen grins as she points at him, making a vaguely circular gesture with her finger.]

Cute, and completely unaware. It's kind of charming.

[He huffs a little laugh.]

There's no point in being aware of birds that young.

[Sandra, a girl he had been with back home for a little bit, was younger than him but not a teenager.]

They're not even really birds, more like baby chicks.

Oh, no, aware of the effect you had, not of the bird. That would be weird.

[It's clear for a moment by the look on her face that she's picturing an actual baby chick. And then the meaning catches up with her through the haze of pain meds and she lets out a laugh, smiling over at him.]

Nice word play. Have I told you that I find word play unreasonably attractive?

[Her laugh is very sweet sounding and he glances over at her, smiling.]

No, but please tell me more. Are you saying you like puns or more that eloquent, poetic language gets you going?

Okay, to be clear, nobody likes puns. The only thing you can do with a pun is love to hate it, right? Like, you groan but you laugh.

[This clearly makes sense to Karen. Or at least to the filterless, rambling version of her brought about by the aftermath of her unfortunate evening. It might be a bit of compartmentalization as well.

Her brow furrows, and she lapses into a thoughtful silence for a moment.]

Hmm. Maybe more a combination of genuineness and cleverness? So it could be a pun or something poetic or a - really good speech or a line from a song. If it's real and it's smart, it's definitely appealing.

I think if you laugh that counts as liking them.

[He teases and turns the car into a parking spot that is about a block from Karen's place.]

I'll have to keep that in mind, although I don't know if I'd be able to pick a line from a song considering my musical taste.

I can like and hate something at the same time. I'm very complex.

[Karen manages to deliver most of the sentiment seriously, though she does trail off into a laugh towards the end. Once he parks the car, she reaches over to set the bag of food down on the center console so she'll be able to navigate her way out of the seat one armed. And then he distracts her with that comment about music, turning to give him an amused look.]

Wait, what kind of music do you like? Because that could mean anything from experimental jazz to...death metal.

Do I look like a death metal fan?

[He asks and motions for her to stay put, getting out of the car first and coming round to help her with her seatbelt and easing her out of the car. He grabs the bag of food with one hand and loops the other around her waist again.]

I like a lot of British music from the 60's.

[Karen gives him a serious, contemplative look, as if assessing to determine whether or not he's a death metal fan. Finally, with a grin, she declares,] nope.

[She can only be who she is, so she's still trying (and failing) to navigate the process of getting out of the car before he appears at the door to help. She thanks him, leaning in against him as they make their way toward her building. There's a thoughtful hum as she considers British music from the 60s.]

I mean, The Beatles are a given, everyone likes The Beatles. Hmm...I could see you as a secret punk, so maybe like. The Yardbirds and The Kinks, too.

All of those yes, but also The Who, The Zombies, Pink Floyd, and we can't forget about David Bowie.

[He says as he helps guide her to the door, waiting for her to get her keys out.]

[Karen nods along, looking pleased with his choices.] Who could forget David Bowie? [She sounds almost indignant about it.

And then she idly sings the opening lines of Heroes as she fishes through her purse one handed in search of her keys. She has a surprisingly good singing voice, clear like a bell, with a tone that seems suited to jazz. Her brow furrows and she trails off, but finally finds the keys and lets them both in to her apartment. It's undeniably a relief to be home.]

[The singing is a surprise but a welcome one and he chuckles while he helps her into her apartment suite.]

All right, where should I put you? Table or couch?

[Karen apparently doesn't even realize she'd been doing it, if one were to judge by the fact that she's just immediately putting down her things and stepping out of her shoes to nudge them out of the way by the door.]

I'm going to put myself at the table, if you want to join me.

[She flips on some of the lights as she leads the way in, and then sits down in one of the chairs at the island. As they get the food unpacked, she remembers her threat/promise regarding the fries and shakes, and with a grin, she dunks on of the fries in and offers it to him to take a bite. With the flavor of the ice cream, you can't really taste the potato in the fry - it's just a contrast of hot and cold, sweet and salty.]

[The way he looks at the milkshake french fry you'd think she just offered him a giant grub on a stick or something but after looking at her carefully he sighs and takes the offered bite.]

Mnngh.

[He says and then shakes his head, swallowing it down with a grimace.]

Nope.
No.
You're a lovely bird but that's awful.

[Karen's lips press together, the glimmer of mirth in her eyes making it clear that she's deeply entertained by what's happening.

That grimace, paired with his response, prompts another laugh, and she lets her hand rest on his forearm, giving it a squeeze.]

You totally get points for trying, though. Want to try a bite of a burger?

[She takes another fry, and gives it a liberal swirl in the milkshake before taking a bite of her own. It's clear that by contrast she definitely enjoys the flavor combo.]

I don't know if I should trust your taste buds now but okay.

[He tries the burger next and seems a little less put off by it.]

That's not awful, despite the horrible name but I think I'll just stick to my own fries and milkshake. Not combined.

How dare you. I have amazing taste.

[Her indigence is poorly feigned, largely because she still looks amused. And also because she's already determinedly stirring another fry into her shake with her free hand.]

I do appreciate that you tried it though.

Well of course, I'm pretty open to trying new things.

[He says, popping a fry into his mouth with a little grin.]

Especially if it's something you like.

Have I told you lately that you're ridiculously charming?

[Karen is always compulsively honest, but that's definitely bordering on unthinkingly honest. With a smile, she swaps her fry abominations so she can polish off one of the sliders.]

Hrmmm not lately no.

[Charming and full of cheek.]

So if you feel like telling me right now I won't stop you.

[Well, the cheek is part of the charm. With a smile, she reaches around with her good hand to take his, giving it a squeeze.]

Truly, ridiculously charming. It means a lot to me that you came tonight.

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