After a moment, Allie realized that the chocolate was probably safe to eat. He wouldn’t have ate some if he had poisoned it, she reasoned. She laughed too. “Well, I’ve always been a dessert first kind of girl,” she responded and took a big bite. “Holy shit it’s been so long since I’ve had actual chocolate.” The taste seemed like childhood and happiness to her, bringing back memories of movie theaters and sleepovers and her friends. Pretty soon her piece was gone. She laughed at herself. “Well that lasted about five seconds, but it was worth it.”
He chuckled softly, and put his half in his pocket. "Yeah…same here. It was…god, a long time ago." He sighed softly. He hadn't ever had many in the first place, but..still. Still.
Allie smiled softly, caught up in the wonderful (and yet somewhat painful) nostalgia. After a few moments she snapped out of it, blinking. She picked up the can of peaches. “Want a peach?” she offered. “This brand isn’t half bad.”
He shrugged. "Uhm…sure. I guess." He replied slowly, giving a soft chuckle. "Thank you."
“Of course,” she replied. She handed him the can of peaches and took the beans. “We can switch in a minute, so that we get to have a bit of both.”
He nodded. "Okay, sounds good. Is there…eating utensils, or am I supposed to just scoop it out with my fingers?" He asked, looking at her as he held the can.
(Ok. Good night! Have a good sleep!)
“Oh, um, I never found any utensils, so fingers it is,” she confirmed. “It’s kinda weird, but I’ve gotten used to it.”
He chuckled. "Alright. Fingers it is." He scooped out some of the peaches with his fingers, eating them. Odd. Interesting way to do it.
Allie leaned against the wall and ate her black beans. She had almost forgotten what eating normal food had tasted like at this point. After she hd eaten about half of the beans, and looked at Logan. “Ready to switch?”
Logan looked up. "Sure." He handed her the peaches. He took the can of black beans, and started eating it.
She finished off the peaches fairly quickly. This had been a good meal for her. Normally she only ate one can per meal. She could almost laugh at that, seeing as how one cold can of food would’ve never been seen as a real meal to her before the invasion. “Do you ever think about the kind of food you used to eat, before the invasion?” she asked idly.
Logan looked up and nodded. "Yes. Sometimes. Do you?" He finished off the beans, setting the can to the side and stretching.
“Yeah,” she agreed. “I miss it sometimes.” Allie sighed.
He nodded. "Me too. But…there isn't much that can be done about it except survive." He shrugged slightly.
“Yeah. At least we’re still alive,” Allie agreed. She smiled slightly, but there was sadness behind it.
He nodded, sighing softly. Im an alien…if you knew what i was, you wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through my skull.
“Hey, it’s a little early to go to bed yet, so you wanna go sit down in the living room? It’s a bit dusty and everything, but the chairs are comfortable,” Allie offered.
He nodded. "Sure. Which way?" He asked, looking around. Chairs. On good condition. This will be nice. He sighed softly, raking a hand through his hair.
“Follow me,” she replied and walked back towards the front of the house, and to a side room. The living room had clearly been stylish and somewhat expensive before the invasion, but now it was reduced to two dusty recliners and a couch that was in bad shape. The television set was broken, and the fireplace was a mess. Ignoring all of this, Allie plopped down into one the recliners, sending up a cloud of dust. She coughed, then gave Logan a brief smile.
Logan grinned, plopping down in the other recliner with a sigh. He coughed at the dust, but smiled. "Mm. Been a while since I last saw one of these." He commented.
“I feel pretty lucky that this house has some nice furniture that hasn’t be completely destroyed,” Allie added. “If you close your eyes, you can pretend the invasion never even happened.”
Logan nodded. "Yes. It's a good place." He replied with a sigh. He closed his eyes, reclining the seat and leaning back.
Allie copied him, closing her eyes as well. If she concentrated enough, she was almost back home. She wished she’d been more grateful for everything, but she knew had been kind of a brat for a good portion of her life and regretted it so much. “Where did you grow up?” she asked. A normal enough question, but one that it would be difficult for an alien to answer.
"Here, there, everywhere." He replied vaguely. "I'm an orphan, i got moved around a lot." He shrugged, sighing softly. He kept his eyes closed as he leaned back in the chair.
