basic_powers | Gotham City visit, day 2.

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Gotham City visit, day 2.

It's morning. Actually to clarify things, it's morning in Gotham City, set in the apartment of Dinahs Lance, Snr. and Jnr. There might be birds outside, or that low soft whistling might be the house guest, having found some eggs to fry up for breakfast, while the morning wake-up aroma of fresh coffee spreads through the apartment.

Despite the very late and unsociable hours of conciousness last night, their house guest found himself rising with the dawn as per certain habits. Namely those of 'getting people fed' and not becoming the recipient of the ice-water wake up call.

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"Alright, y-" It takes a moment for him to remember that people don't casually carry cellphones right now.

"I'll wait outside with the groceries when I'm done." He manages to recover after that slight break. "You going to be happy with what's in the freezer for dessert tonight, or should I pick up the stuff for something fresh?"

"What's in the freezer will do me fine," she says with a smile. "Thanks, Beauford."

"I'll be quick then."

It doesn't take him long to grab everything he'll need for the next few days of cooking. When Dinah pulls back into the grocery parking lots, she'll find Beauford waiting patiently beside two full shopping carts of goods. Most of the bulk is the basic staples, dried beans, bags of rice, onions, potatoes and 4 whole chickens. the rest is fresh produce, canned goods and one six-bottle box of beer and two boxes of wine.

She grins as she takes her helmet off and helps him load up the motorcycle. "Did you find everything OK?"

"Just for the poultry, I think I'll need to ask you to help me get enough beef tomorrow." There is quite frankly, no way he's spending an extra 30% on the price of beef in the grocery if he can get it cheaper and render the meat from a side himself.

And they get free steaks that way.

"I'll be good for today with all of this."

"Glad to hear it."

She nods to the back of the motorcycle. "We'll need to hurry, though. I need to open up."

And Dinah won't be awake. Or if she is, she'll be out.

"I'll unload as quickly as I can, Mrs. Lance." Beauford replies, getting into the seat behind her and holding on.

It might not be as fast a ride back, but at least it's a safe one. Once the Katana's parked, he's already hopping off to unload the pannier bags and double-time it up the steps to the apartment.

She just lets him do that, and walks into the store to start opening up.

Dinah jnr's door is still shut, and the apartment quiet.

That suits him just fine, but how can Dinah sleep through all of the noise he must be making right now. It's several trips to and from the bike before he's got everything put away or set out in the kitchen.

Well, there's still hot coffee left, he can sit down and help himself to some of that while he catches his breath. And listen to every little noise in the apartment, it's still early morning after all.

She's REALLY GOOD at sleeping. And there was a late night.

Although later in the morning the 'phone rings suddenly, and Dinah emerges, in her sleepy shorts and tank top, and shuffles towards the phone, smiling a hello to Beauford in the process.

Okay, good, she WAS just sleeping in her room after all. Which means it's okay for him to stop worrying that she ran out somehow, and point Dinah to the box of donuts he picked up for a treat.

Now it is time for him to start cooking. Preheating the oven, getting the roasting pans and then rendering the birds into chunks, while Dinah handles the phone.

Dinah gives him a thumbs up and stretches the phone cord out as long as it will go while getting herself donuts and a coffee.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Really? None of you?"

"Is everyone there? Not even Diana?"

"Well, I want to come up anyway. It's worth a try, right?"

She's silent for a while.

"No, I can talk. A friend. He knows about me."

"A friend, geez."

She rolls her eyes at Beauford.

"...tell whoever it is that I am going to be far too busy cooking for a small army to really hear anything properly." Beauford snickers, putting two roasting pans of chicken pieces into the oven, and then a third pan full of chicken and cloves of garlic in under the first rack, set to slowly bake.

The bones and scraps get set aside as he starts chopping the veggies for the stock rather noisily. Dinah ought to be able to talk and listen, but it's to drive a point.

"He's cooking!" Dinah says, finally coming to a sit in the chair by the phone. "Yes, that friend, so show some respect."

She puts a hand over the mouthpiece and yells at Beauford. "Bottomless pit says more of that garlic chicken!"

She knew he would.

But back to the phone. "Yeah, would you mind? It's worth a try."

"Tell bottomless pit to wait forty minutes and he'll have a whole bird roasted with garlic and red potatoes to himself." Onions and herbs into a dish for later, carrots and celery in a separate container for later...

Chicken scrap meat, breast meat, and egg whites get put into the food processor while bell peppers, red onions and olives sizzle in a heated pan.

He almost asks 'what is worth a try?' at that last bit.

"Hang on."

Dinah covers the mouth piece again.

"Forty minutes? Would you mind if I nipped out? I know I've been the world's worst hostess."

"You've also been the most injured hostess I've stayed with." He's smiling though, having said that.

"Go out and take it easy on that leg, I've got enough cooking to keep me busy for a while, if you really need to go."

Dinah shoots him a grateful, relieved smile

"Give me ten minutes to suit up," she tells the 'phone. "And come to my apartment. There's snacks."

There's snacks, right, Tyler?

There is a half-dozen of those sage-browned butter ice cream sandwiches in the freezer along with the mojito sorbet and shortbreads.

And if those don't do, he's got some baked sweet potato fries with sour cream dipping sauce coming off of a cookie sheet by the time Dinah's fully dressed is costume. He will not forget being so put onto a quick spot though.

"Snacks are ready, does your friend want the homesteak fries or the ice cream sandwiches?"

"Can I have both?"

That is said from a man in a red all-over catsuit that has just appeared in the kitchen, already reaching for a sweet potato fry.

It really says something that Beauford only tenses for a moment from the OMGSUDDEN PERSON.

"Sure, blue-lidded box in the fridge, help yourself." He answers, after having sucessfully squashed that urge to jump like a startled cat. "The fries are still hot."

He had already discovered that, and had recovered from it by throwing the fry up in the air, catching it and blowing on it frantically as he zips over to the fridge.

"Hi, I'm the Flash, by the way," he says. "Canary ready yet?"

Canary is limping, in full costume, from the bedroom to the bathroom. "The one time you're on time, really? Give me a second to redo my bandages. This is Beauford, by the way."

"Beauford Tannen, pleased to meet you," He's recovering from the speedster shock, which means Beauford is grinning like a ten year-old at meeting the Flash and extending his hand to shake with the fellow Justice Leaguer.

Flash engages that hand in a warm, enthusiastic handshake. "You're the maker of the delicious foods? I've been telling all our new teammates about your talent."

"All of you are going to end up giving me a swelled head with this sorta flattery." It's hard not letting his ears go pink right now. Good god, Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman all hearing the praises of his cooking?

"I'm going to be visiting Dinah a while, cooking up another batch for the freezers."

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