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[Duffy is moving around the modest, country kitchen efficiently and with ease. It's a familiar space for him, and when he turns towards you you'll notice he's missing his left arm from just above his elbow. He doesn't let it hold him back though, as he smiles softly and turns on the stove. He's humming Pour Some Sugar on Me as he works. He seems to be cooking bacon and eggs for an army.]

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[Neal is getting used to showing up in random places. He's getting a lot better at just going with the flow.]

Soft boiled, if you don't mind. And is there any coffee around here? [If not, he's going to fix that.]

Coming right up, honey. And there's some brewing. [He gestures to the coffeepot on the counter next to him.] How do you take yours? No, don't tell me.... black?

[He smiles wide at the sight, leaning back on the counter to watch the other] You got it! Am I that predictable or is this just a talent of yours?

[He taps his nose.] A lady never reveals her secrets.

[That gets him to blink but he laughs all the same Oh very true, I'm so sorry. He watches for a few more moments, curiosity on his face] Do you just enjoy feeding whoever passes by then? Not that I'm complaining. Feel free to feed me as much as you'd like. [A lazy grin accompanies his words]

I'm used to cooking a lot. It's kind of ... zen. [He puts some toast down on Neal's plate and a few soft boiled eggs, followed by a healthy portion of bacon that he brings to him now, sitting across the table.]

He laughs, nodding his head.] I get that. I don't find it quite as soothing but there's a rhythm to cooking that you can fall into when you know what you're doing.

He takes a spot at the table, picking at the bacon and eggs for a few moments before he looks up, nodding in approval.[ Very nice. Thank you.

[After another moment of eating, he questions] How often do you the cooking versus being the one to get the meal? [There might be the hint of an offer in his tone but he's not saying anything yet.]

[This line of questioning makes him uncomfortable, though he tries not to show it, opting for a casual shrug.]

Never, to be honest. I'm always the one cooking.

[He picks up on the discomfort, even if it's not obvious. Reading people is what he does, after all]

Well, at least you enjoy it. Nothing wrong with doing what you like. [He smiles.]

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