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What is it with you and pie?

What's wrong with having a favorite food? Most people tend to have something they prefer to eat. [ He shifts a few of the peaches about on his plate with his fork. ] It's something warm, sweet, and it can be either simple or complicated. That's if you're looking for something with a little more symbolism behind it.

Huh. So it's kind of like Hiro and waffles. [or anybody and waffles. Seriously] It's just interesting learning these things about you.

I suppose, I haven't had many conversations with him. [ There's just something about waffles. Of course Gabriel has a thing for food period. ] Eating isn't exactly unique.

Well, no, but favorite foods are. And you're celebrating Pi Day. I really should've guessed you would do that.

I wasn't about to turn down a free slice of pie. And Pi Day seems like something you would celebrate.

Me? I'm not much of a math geek. I honestly never even heard of Pi Day until I met my friend Fred.

What made you think I was one? I never heard about it until now.

You assumed I knew about it for some reason.

You seem to be the more likely type, than myself. I'm not exactly the type that oozes friends, or pays attention to humanities little quirks.

Fair point. But I like it when it's just the two of us. Being around a lot of people can be exhausting.

Exhausting? I always thought you enjoyed being social. [ He's still reluctant to let anyone get too close to him. ]

Not when I can hear their thoughts and feel their emotions. After a while I just want a break.

And, somehow whatever thoughts are going through my head are comforting? [ He's just a little amused by this. There's some thought in the back of his head that this all broils down to the potential fragments of Nathan that may or may not being lingering in the back of his head somewhere. ]

Well, yeah. After five years together, what do you expect? [nope not gonna touch that Nathan possibility]

She smiles warmly at him, nodding her head. "What flavour?"

I still was expecting you to want to kill me still. Forgive me, but this is still a little unsettling.

Gabriel had found himself in the kitchen, and he wasn't about to turn down tasting a bag of protein chips and a pie. "I don't know, but it's really good." He may have been expecting packets of freeze dried food, but still an old pie isn't half bad. "I think it maybe apple." He didn't bother to look up at Gwen when she asks; instead he stuffs himself with another forkful of 'apple pie'.

With a wave of a hand, one of the chairs moves by itself. "Sit please." He was still trying to adjust to being plucked from the carnival, and the fact his fangs have been dulled down since Nathan's death. "And, you should try the chips."

"I'm just surprised. From what the doctor told me, mostly they get the protein chips and protein bars. Real food is apparently a luxury out here," she says with a smile. "You should feel honoured that we have some." Dark eyes sparkled with mischief as she moved closer to him. While she did't know him well, she recognized him as her roommate. "Apple's good. I loved cherry back home..."

She smiles playfully when she sees the chair move. "If I don't, will you lift me and put me in the chair," she teased. Her hips sway as she moves over to the chair and makes herself comfortable. "I... I'm not hungry." As she says it, her stomach growls to say otherwise.

Well, aside from the fact that you can't die, I think you earned a second chance. [or a fifth chance, or whatever number Sylar's on at this point]

"It was hidden, but protein chips and bars aren't bad," Gabriel says, as he eats another mouthful of the pie. Raising an eyebrow, Gabriel wasn't sure who this woman was either. He didn't spend much time in the room, the owner of this ship assigned to him that first night. "We can look for a cherry pie whenever we land." He offers as a suggestion to her, and he doesn't go to introduce himself.

He holds his hand up in the air, and with the use of telekentics, he pulls the chair closer to the table. "Still, you should take sometime eat. We're going to be here for sometime, until we land, and it will be even longer before we can go home."

Edited 2013-03-20 19:42 (UTC)

And, I know Mr.Bennet would love for me to run out of chances.

Noah will have to deal with it.

Reluctantly, Gwen reaches for the protein chips and starts to snack on them. They're not completely terrible. And the girl who was here earlier had made her a nice cup of tea that was still a bit warm. She smiled up at the stranger, a hint of playfulness in her eyes. "I'd like that. I can be very friendly to someone who finds me cherry pie."

She blinks, smiling widely at him as the chair inches forward. A part of her is curious what other things he can do, but she doesn't press her luck. "I'm eating, aren't I?" She smirks at him. "We should introduce ourselves. I'm sharing a bunk with you and I don't even know your name."

He has not yet found the Fruity Oaty bars, if there's even any of them to be found. There's a cup of tea, and nothing else besides him. There's still those need for manners, and he eyes the pie. "I'm being rude aren't I?" He slides the half eaten pie over towards Gwen, and he holds his hand out to have a spoon come flying across the room. "Are you always this flirty?" He asks, his tone becoming dangerously playful in response to Cooper's teasing.

He tilts his head to the side, and he clasps his hands together. "Okay, you're eating, and we're sharing space together." Gabriel's mind has been a complete mess, and he spent the five years inside of his head figuring himself out. He almost gave thought to letting her go first. "Gabriel." He has begun using his real name again, instead of the one he gave to the snake that has been locked away inside of his head.

"Are you always this rude?" She smirked across the table at him, slowly eating her protein chips and sipping her cup of tea. As the pie and spoon come towards her, she smiles gratefully. "Thank you," she says softly. "I can be serious when I need to be, but I learned from someone it's better to be flirty." And it really was. She learned a lot from people when they thought they had a shot with her. The old adage about flies and honey couldn't have been more accurate.

"I am. And we are." She laughed lightly and dug into the pie. It was a good thing, too. If people knew him by one name, they would never look for him by another. "Cooper," she murmured. She did not say if it was her first name or her surname.

"I'm not exactly a people person by nature," Gabriel is full of himself, but still he has found himself comfortable to keep away from the others in a vessel this small. "I wonder if these are even real apples." Gabriel reaches a long finger into the pie, and he pulls out a piece of apple from the pie. "Or if this is someone's idea of what an apple is supposed to taste like." He finally pops the apple slice into his mouth.

He did take note of the accent, and that she might of been from somewhere on the British Isle. "A pleasure, Cooper." Gabriel still was trying to find his 'manners' that didn't mean he was trying to be a charming asshole to the world around him.

"That much is clear," she teased slightly. Smiling at Gabriel, she began to eat her pie and nodded her head as he spoke. If she was a betting woman, she would say that it wasn't real apples, but she didn't want to think about that. A girl could hope, right? Her eyes darken as she watches him, staring at his mouth before gazing away.

Softly, she spoke, still not looking up at him. "They're probably not real. Sadly." Taking another bite of the pie, she finally looked back up at him. "The pleasure is mine."