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What do you like? I will get you something.

Uhh.. Just about anything would do. Sandwich?

I will make one for you and get you a beverage too. You really should eat more!

Why thank you. I should. Sometimes I forget.

I will have to remind you every day. I am Addie.

Erik. Nice you meet you.

It is nice to meet you too

*she leaves, and returns several minutes later with a picnic basket*

*eyes wide* Is that all for me? There's enough there for a whole family. Ooh sandwich *munches*

Yes, for you. I do not know what appetite you have, so please eat as much as you are able.

*wipes mouth* Thank you so much. Do you feed people often?

You are welcome, and yes. I try to help when possible.

Normally people keep track of that sort of thing.

I've been having trouble remembering to do that since...

..since?

Oh.. well.. I'm used to cooking for two and now it's just me. I get a little preoccupied.

[Nods slowly] That's understandable. So, since you're thinking about it and I'm grabbing a coffee, can I get you a danish or a sandwich or something?

Maybe. *hands you a ten dollar bill* How about a bagel and uh coffee, black.

I'll get it this time. You can pay me back next time. [Smiles. Leaves. Comes back with two coffees and two bagels. Passes it to him] Here ya go.

Thanks. Name's Erik. I'll have to remember to *points to coffee* next time. *happily spreading cream cheese*

[Shifts coffee to put out a hand] Nice to meet you, Erik. I'm Lilly and don't worry, I'll remind you.

So, where are you from?

Originally? Central Arkansas. Just moved to sunny California. Don't think I like it much. You?

I have family in Arkansas, in Monticello. No? Why not? I'm in Miami, Florida. I think I like it a little too much.

I miss.. that little creek by my old home. Sometimes at night, when I couldn't sleep and the words were hard to find, I'd just sit out there and listen to the water splash against the rocks. Also? No one in California can make a chicken fried steak.

[Listens thoughtfully] Was the reason you left because of the other person you cooked for? Ahh, chicken fried steak. It's been awhile since I clogged my arteries in that way. [Smile]

*frowns* Yes. You could say I left because of her. She's dead. I just couldn't stay.

I'm sorry. Do you mind me asking what happened?

No. It's probably good to talk about it, actually. *remembers something the doc said about not being isolated* I came home. Found her body. I'm still trying to forget the blood and how vacant her eyes looked.

She was murdered? Did they catch the person who did it?

Murder.. yes. Sometimes the word seems insufficient. No. Still unsolved. No leads. I don't even know why anyone would have wanted to hurt her.

ooc: mind if I friend you?

[Nods in understanding] I deal with that every day. It's hard and frustrating. I'm truely sorry for your loss, Erik.

ooc: Please do!

I've heard that plenty of times before, but somehow it sounds a little more sincere this time. *realizes that he's been babbling on about himself* Tell me more about yourself. After all, you've been such a good listener, I feel like I should return the favor.

[Smiles warmly] Me? I am an ER doctor making the moves to forensic pathology. I live in Miami, with my part time dog Maximus and I'm completely and utterly addicted to coffee.

*grins* I can sympathize with the addiction. I have a pot ready most of the time. My best writing happens when I've been awake for over a day, sipping coffee the whole time. Doctor eh? What's the most intriguing case you've had?

Yeah, I'm a doctor. Hmm. I would have to say the time two gothic kids came in who had genital peircings..[Laughs]..lets just say their hoops became tangled and they were brought in sort of..attached.

A writer? Anything published?

*snicker* Playtime gone wrong? A doctor friend of mine once showed me film from a patient with a flashlight...
Yeah. Articles mostly, but I'm writing a book right now. Well, trying to at least.

Ready for a refill?

[Joins in laughing] Oh yeah. In the worst of ways. Please tell me it was a mini flashlight and that reminds me of the baby carrot incident.

That's pretty cool. Do you mind me asking what it'll be about?

Yes, I definitely am.

Ehh... it didn't look that small to me. *cringes*

The book's supposed to be a children's story. However, it isn't writing itself the way stuff usually does. I've written at least 300 pages that have ended up in the trash.

How do you take your drug and do you want anything to go with it?

would you like some tea?

I'm not really a tea drinker. The caffeine doesn't quite hit me quickly enough. But it might be a good idea since the stomach is empty.