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[ it's after his meet-up with his supervisor that he gets a call from robin to babysit alice. of course he says 'yes' -- he has nothing planned for the day & would never consciously turn down time with his niece. & like he told robin before, more free air should do him some good; who knows, if he's feeling better in mind, the body might follow. (he didn't really believe that since the damage from the accident has been said to be absolute, but a little bit of feigned hope wasn't too heavy to carry around.)

that's the context to their current scenario: at the park with alice, doing whatever she wants until it's time for lunch & ice cream. time with uncle nick is the time to get spoiled, so he doesn't worry too much about feeding her nutritional things; he's pretty sure his ~~mom~~ sis has that covered anyway. ]

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Guess I should take the deal in that case.

[ lifts a finger, pointing at him briefly. ]

I'll hold you to that. No backing out, now.

Well, that'd depend on the quality of the first lesson.

So we'd have a practice session beforehand?

[ blinks. he'd been talking about the 'actual' first lesson, but-- ]

That's not a bad idea.

[ lifts a hand to pat his own back. ]

I have good ideas most of the time.

[ noms on his chicken. ]

That's just inviting bad luck.

[ puffs out his cheeks, childishly nudging nick's leg with the tips of his toes. ]

I'm always good luck...

[ pretends to not notice the nudging. ]

Table's wood if you need to knock on it.

[ sticks his nose up in the air, popping a piece of the chicken into his mouth. ]

I'll take my chances.

[ gives a nod & returns to the meal altogether, noming the chicken as happily as ~~moo~~ he could be. ]

So what will I be learning first?

[ looks serious as he says: ]

How to boil water.

[ pauses, needing some time to determine whether lyssa's joking or not. then: ]

I can do that just fine.

Maybe we can start on pasta, then.

[ getting to work on his second piece of chicken. ]

Alfredo?

[ looks up from his plate, interested. ]

Is that your favorite kind?

[ blinks. then nods. ]

Yeah. Simple, but it tastes good.

Then we will start with that! [ grabs one of the rolls, tearing off a piece of it. ] When you get better, you should invite Robin and her daughter over to dinner. Impress them with your skills.

[ snorts a little. ]

Nah. Robin would probably give me tips on how to improve.

[ uses the foot he was previously nudging nick with to instead pat the side of his leg. ]

I'm sure it's just done out of love.

Maybe. [ finally gives a nudge back before tucking his leg back. ] She might be more forgiving if I say it's your recipe.

[ blinks when a thought strikes him, making him ask: ]

Did she do all the cooking and stuff when you guys were younger?

[ makes a 'hmm' sound in thought. mostly trying to think of if there's anything that he did cook & ... nope. ]

. . . Most of it.

Well, now you can do most of it! [ eats the rest of his roll, speaking after he chews and swallows. ] At least on the holiday season, anyway. You go over there a lot around that time, don't you?

Yeah. But I'd rather help than mess anything up. [ especially when its his doodlebug's holiday on the line. ]