[ Yamada gives an exaggerated, feigned look of disapproval at Karen eating the ingredients. That's against the rules! How dare she do so in front of a chef! An amateur chef!
And then he does the same, a smile returning, before tossing a handful into the mix. His kitchen is well equipped, and the wide griddle he clanks down is ideal for multiple pancakes at once. Going through the motions helps him think as he tries to find the sweet spot between asking too much and asking too little. That she's willing to share anything gives him the feeling she's not so opposed to his sneaky little trickster worming working its magic. ]
Hmm. You get to a certain point, you can't get higher without treading on people. [ At last, it's time to start pouring the batter. The hypnotic process of glooping out little islands in just the right amounts is excellent punctuation. ] Have you noticed any patterns to the deliveries?
[ Ones that someone might go check proactively. 'Someone.' ]
[For her part, Karen looks completely unrepentant, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. The smile widens when he does the same. The end result is great, but part of the fun of home cooked food is tasting the ingredients along the way.
One of her brows arches at his follow up question. There's a look on her face that makes it clear that she knows what he's fishing for.]
Yup.
[It's the only answer that seems to be forthcoming for a moment, and she takes another sip of her coffee.]
I'm going to finish putting it together today and turn it over to a friend of mine in the police department.
you're very welcome! they are lovely together and nothing should hinder them
[ He never expected it to be that easy, but at least Karen hasn't actively warded him off. Yamada takes that as tacit permission to keep playing the game, because it's clear they both know what the real conversation is.
He wouldn't dare underestimate her, but he does like to use calculated recklessness. ]
Yeah? You think you've got enough to get something done?
[ Yamada's gaze flicks from the food to her face, because as much as he really wants to wriggle his way into a chance to do some good... he promised her some kick-ass pancakes and she will get them. ]
i do enjoy some "do gooders trying to keep other do gooders safe" action
[She's clearly not going to give way, not yet. She takes what she does seriously. So many people have been hurt because of her. Her life has been a shit storm for years. Anyone that's going to get caught up in it is going to be well and truly warned ahead of time.
Besides, given her proximity to more than one vigilante, she's not sure getting him involved in anything more serious than pancakes is a good idea anyway.]
[ Yamada considers pushing straight away, but you gotta give a little to get a little. Her question is a lot less hard-hitting than his, but he'll follow her track for a bit. Look for an opening. He's well aware Karen is sharp enough to know he hasn't given up and doesn't bother to hide the sideways look she gets for her pseudo-answer.
But it gives way to a small 'watch this' smile, his eyes focusing on the pan with an intensity normally reserved for battle. A little wriggle to loosen up and a flick of the wrist has all the pancakes flip at once. ]
Right here.
[ He rewards himself for the trick with a drink of coffee, before elaborating a bit. ]
I wanted to avoid the habit of eating the same things every day, really got into it.
[ Plus, with everything he's saved not buying clothes for 20 years, he's got plenty for food! Shapeshifting has its perks. ]
[Karen is pretty practiced at playing defense in these situations. Her desire to keep other people out of her messes overrides pretty much anything else. Including things like 'self preservation' and 'not confronting armed men with no backup.' That being said, she's not strictly opposed to inviting people along for the ride, just as long as she can make sure there's a way to keep them safe.
One of her brow arches, and she watches as he carefully flips the pancakes. With a little laugh, she offers a quick smattering of applause.]
Not bad. You could put IHOP out of business with a move like that.
[ Yamada gives a subdued bow, little more than a nod, aside from placing one hand on his chest. He does like an appreciative audience, even if it's an audience of one. ]
I did consider running a food truck, but it would probably take the fun out of it to do it for money.
[ Yamada decides Karen has had her turn, and he can turn things back to the real topic. He's still playing by the unspoken rules for now, but that sort of thing rarely lasts with him. A trickster that likes to flip the script like him doesn't do rules unless they suit him.
So he stays lightly probing with; ]
You're not worried you don't have enough to get things done? If they go in soft, the whole thing could wrap up and disappear.
Well, you know what they say. Do what you love and you'll never work a day in your life.
[Karen's not entirely sure she agrees with the sentiment, although it is a nice one. And there is something to be said for making sure you do work that you're passionate about. The trouble is that passion doesn't pay bills at the end of the day. She just counts herself lucky that she stumbled into something she enjoys doing when she met Matt and Foggy.
She shoots him an amused look at his probing question. It says pretty clearly that's your angle?]
Almost sounds like you think you can do this better than the police.
[ Yamada had never agreed with the sentiment. But perhaps that was just so he didn’t do anything he was good at- he’s spent so long keeping himself small, a wasted little life because it was easier and safer.
Yamada shows a sly smile when Karen is more direct. It’s similar to the one from just before the pancake flip and he does it again- this time in a series of quick, wrist twists that plops them one by one onto a plate. ]
If it sounds like it, it’s because I think it.
[ He’s confident, that’s clear, as he tosses a fork up to come back down, tines holding it up in the centre of the stack. ]
But perhaps I should just take a look. Check your homework, before we submit it.
[Karen smiles a little, amused as she watches the showy way that he flips the pancakes around and then tosses the fork to stick up in the waiting stick. There's definitely a market out there for pancake showmanship. Like the bartenders that do tricks while making a cocktail, only more delicious.
Some of the amusement fades and she sighs, leaning her forehead onto her hand as she watches him.]
It's not homework. It's case research. And thinking that you can do better than the NYPD sounds an awful lot like vigilantism.
[ Yamada holds up one hand, the other putting syrup in Karen's reach. Disagreements are one thing, but pancakes are forever. ]
Ah, I wouldn't got that far... I'm not thinking about cracking any heads. Just... [ The slow-down gesture of his hand changes into a sideways wobble, indicating vagueness. ] A look around. Get some solid proof, so the NYPD actually do something, instead of tipping them off with a half-assed approach.
[ He hasn't show Karen his powers yet, but he is well known for getting anywhere he wants. It's a talent, and getting out of anywhere he wants is a close second. ]
[Karen presses her lips together as she takes the syrup and pours it on the pancakes. She's trying not to take his suggestion personally, because she's pretty sure this is more about an itch to get himself involved. But it's hard not to.]
Look, I'm very grateful you're making me dawn pancakes. But it sounds an awful lot like you're insulting my professional integrity. Half-assed approach? Really? I've been an investigative journalist for years. I have my PI license. I have solid connections in the NYPD because of the work I do with my law firm and The Bulletin. I appreciate that you want to help, but I don't appreciate you insinuating that I don't know how to do my job.
ech, sorry, i could have sworn i replied to this! major deja vu writing the tag
[ Yamada blinks a few time, that deadpan look of his in place until it disappears all at once. The chill veneer is gone as he holds his hands up in a slight flapping motion- he looks like he's asking not to get shot. ]
Not you. [ The temporary crack of his ordinarily so relaxed attitude closes a little. Not entirely, admittedly. He has to quietly clear his throat before speaking in that rumbling, calm avalanche he calls a voice. ] I'm saying that, in my experience, police won't act effectively without hard evidence. If you give them something that's going to get them to poke around, and that is just as likely to tip off who you're after. Not always unintentionally.
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[ Yamada gives an exaggerated, feigned look of disapproval at Karen eating the ingredients. That's against the rules! How dare she do so in front of a chef! An amateur chef!
And then he does the same, a smile returning, before tossing a handful into the mix. His kitchen is well equipped, and the wide griddle he clanks down is ideal for multiple pancakes at once. Going through the motions helps him think as he tries to find the sweet spot between asking too much and asking too little. That she's willing to share anything gives him the feeling she's not so opposed to his sneaky little trickster worming working its magic. ]
Hmm. You get to a certain point, you can't get higher without treading on people. [ At last, it's time to start pouring the batter. The hypnotic process of glooping out little islands in just the right amounts is excellent punctuation. ] Have you noticed any patterns to the deliveries?
[ Ones that someone might go check proactively. 'Someone.' ]
a+ crime evasion, thank you for moving this over!
One of her brows arches at his follow up question. There's a look on her face that makes it clear that she knows what he's fishing for.]
Yup.
[It's the only answer that seems to be forthcoming for a moment, and she takes another sip of her coffee.]
I'm going to finish putting it together today and turn it over to a friend of mine in the police department.
you're very welcome! they are lovely together and nothing should hinder them
He wouldn't dare underestimate her, but he does like to use calculated recklessness. ]
Yeah? You think you've got enough to get something done?
[ Yamada's gaze flicks from the food to her face, because as much as he really wants to wriggle his way into a chance to do some good... he promised her some kick-ass pancakes and she will get them. ]
i do enjoy some "do gooders trying to keep other do gooders safe" action
[She's clearly not going to give way, not yet. She takes what she does seriously. So many people have been hurt because of her. Her life has been a shit storm for years. Anyone that's going to get caught up in it is going to be well and truly warned ahead of time.
Besides, given her proximity to more than one vigilante, she's not sure getting him involved in anything more serious than pancakes is a good idea anyway.]
So, where'd you learn to cook?
it's the ultimate in do-goodery!
But it gives way to a small 'watch this' smile, his eyes focusing on the pan with an intensity normally reserved for battle. A little wriggle to loosen up and a flick of the wrist has all the pancakes flip at once. ]
Right here.
[ He rewards himself for the trick with a drink of coffee, before elaborating a bit. ]
I wanted to avoid the habit of eating the same things every day, really got into it.
[ Plus, with everything he's saved not buying clothes for 20 years, he's got plenty for food! Shapeshifting has its perks. ]
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One of her brow arches, and she watches as he carefully flips the pancakes. With a little laugh, she offers a quick smattering of applause.]
Not bad. You could put IHOP out of business with a move like that.
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I did consider running a food truck, but it would probably take the fun out of it to do it for money.
[ Yamada decides Karen has had her turn, and he can turn things back to the real topic. He's still playing by the unspoken rules for now, but that sort of thing rarely lasts with him. A trickster that likes to flip the script like him doesn't do rules unless they suit him.
So he stays lightly probing with; ]
You're not worried you don't have enough to get things done? If they go in soft, the whole thing could wrap up and disappear.
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[Karen's not entirely sure she agrees with the sentiment, although it is a nice one. And there is something to be said for making sure you do work that you're passionate about. The trouble is that passion doesn't pay bills at the end of the day. She just counts herself lucky that she stumbled into something she enjoys doing when she met Matt and Foggy.
She shoots him an amused look at his probing question. It says pretty clearly that's your angle?]
Almost sounds like you think you can do this better than the police.
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Yamada shows a sly smile when Karen is more direct. It’s similar to the one from just before the pancake flip and he does it again- this time in a series of quick, wrist twists that plops them one by one onto a plate. ]
If it sounds like it, it’s because I think it.
[ He’s confident, that’s clear, as he tosses a fork up to come back down, tines holding it up in the centre of the stack. ]
But perhaps I should just take a look. Check your homework, before we submit it.
[ He can be quite sneaky, when he wants to be. ]
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Some of the amusement fades and she sighs, leaning her forehead onto her hand as she watches him.]
It's not homework. It's case research. And thinking that you can do better than the NYPD sounds an awful lot like vigilantism.
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Ah, I wouldn't got that far... I'm not thinking about cracking any heads. Just... [ The slow-down gesture of his hand changes into a sideways wobble, indicating vagueness. ] A look around. Get some solid proof, so the NYPD actually do something, instead of tipping them off with a half-assed approach.
[ He hasn't show Karen his powers yet, but he is well known for getting anywhere he wants. It's a talent, and getting out of anywhere he wants is a close second. ]
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Look, I'm very grateful you're making me dawn pancakes. But it sounds an awful lot like you're insulting my professional integrity. Half-assed approach? Really? I've been an investigative journalist for years. I have my PI license. I have solid connections in the NYPD because of the work I do with my law firm and The Bulletin. I appreciate that you want to help, but I don't appreciate you insinuating that I don't know how to do my job.
ech, sorry, i could have sworn i replied to this! major deja vu writing the tag
Not you. [ The temporary crack of his ordinarily so relaxed attitude closes a little. Not entirely, admittedly. He has to quietly clear his throat before speaking in that rumbling, calm avalanche he calls a voice. ] I'm saying that, in my experience, police won't act effectively without hard evidence. If you give them something that's going to get them to poke around, and that is just as likely to tip off who you're after. Not always unintentionally.
[ He decides to be extra direct on top of that- ]
Give me a tip, and I'll get undeniable proof.