damncompass | OOM: Mid-June, 2012, Geneva, Swizerland

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OOM: Mid-June, 2012, Geneva, Swizerland

They've been snowed in for three days, and it's starting to get old.

It's not the company that he objects to, as much, Helena is one of the few people who can keep up with him, no matter what he's babbling on about, but it's just that he's beginning to wonder about the state of his food stores.

So as he gets up and goes to open his pantry, he comes to a realization.

"Helena? If we want to eat today, I think we're going to have to brave the rest of the snow. I'm almost out of anything that's not mac and cheese." He opens the fridge. "And I think my milk's gone off too." You'll have to excuse the boy. He wasn't really in the right state of mind last week.

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Some of the tension leaves Helena's shoulders (and there is a lot to be said for the fact that Mr. Kosan's sticking with 'Agent'), but she doesn't loosen her grip on Joshua's hand yet. "Thank you both for that. I simply wasn't expecting... anything approaching official company until we got back."

"Hey! I'm official now!" Joshua pauses for a moment. "And I just embraced my new officialness, didn't I? Erk."

"That you did, Regent Donovan." There might be a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth. "Agent Wells, I do not wish to have to explain to Her again that something happened to you." Once was bad enough.

Helena bites back a giggle at Joshua. "Yes, darling, but that's different. You were promoted right in front of me, and you haven't once pressured me to account for myself." She has, but it was entirely her choice to divulge that information - he didn't expect it from her (before or after he got the pin).

"There is that." She sighs. "I don't imagine that was a pleasant conversation for anyone involved." (She wouldn't know. She was a bit by way of being a statue at the time.)

"You two are laughing at me." Joshua shakes his head. "Hey, just because this having-confidence thing is really new to me, doesn't mean it's funny." Oh, but Joshua, it so is funny.

"It certainly was not, Agent Wells." He stands up, nodding to both of them. "I will see you both on the weekend." He pushes the chair in, then squeezes Joshua's shoulder. "I am glad that you have joined us, Regent Donovan." And with that, he walks out of the restaraunt.

"...Well." When he's gone, Helena finally loosens her grip on Joshua's hand. "I suppose that means I can worry a bit less about being re-bronzed." And Mr. Kosan certainly seems to still want her around (to say nothing of the Warehouse Herself, from the sound of it), but she'll keep right on worrying about that bit until the meeting's over, thank you very much.

Edited 2013-06-11 17:01 (UTC)

"Helena..." Joshua looks horrified. "You do realize that I wouldn't let that happen, right?"

He pauses, and shakes his head. "Really. I'm just trying to wrap my head around the fact that they actually want me rather than just a 'lesser of the evils'."

"I'm well aware, but having two people in my corner never hurts." Three, she supposes, if one counts the Warehouse (but that's a complex prospect). "I think Mr. Kosan rather likes you."

"I..." Joshua flails. "I dont' know why. He doesn't even really know me." Mrs. F. liking him makes some odd sense in Joshua's head, because she knows Claudia.

"Do you really think they weren't keeping tabs on you for a while before they took you on, darling?"

"Now that's just creepy." Joshua sighs, falling silent a bit, and eating more lunch.

"But it is how they generally decide whether someone is an asset or a liability." Helena helps herself to some more food (it really is quite good). "He's a good person to have on your side."

"I guess so. Who is he, by the way? I mean, I know he's a Regent, but why would a random Regent stop by? Is he from Switzerland or something?"

Helena smiles a little. "Far from it, in both cases. I'm not sure precisely where he's from, but Mr. Kosan is... the top of the food chain, you might say." Now do you see why she was so nervous, Joshua?

"... if he's the top of the food chain, why the -shit- is he bothering with me?" He pauses. "I get your nervousness, though. If he's the head guy, why's he showing up?" He prods a bit of the fondue.

"Perhaps because he wanted to give you a proper welcome when there was no business to attend to?" She shrugs. "And, I suspect, because he truly felt I needed that bit of reassurance." and she's not about to say he was wrong.

After a while, the waiter comes back and asks if they're interested in any dessert.

Joshua cheerfully orders some chocolate fondue with a grin. Hey, he absolutely loves the chocolate stuff.

He's rather fallen back into his own thoughts. Nothing against Helena, but he just has a lot of feels.

She doesn't order anything of her own (she's mostly full), but when Joshua's dessert arrives, she does help herself to a few pieces. It is quite good, after all.

He doesn't mind. In fact, he rather likes sharing.

He's also rather comforted in the fact that they can just be quiet, but not necessarily awkward at each other.

Eventually, the bill comes, and he pays. "So, do you want to walk around a bit more, or should we go back?" He's kinda forgotten the grocery store.

"I wouldn't mind a bit of a walk, but as I recall, your original idea was that we needed more about to eat than macaroni." In theory, she supposes, they could go out more now that the snow's melting (or, well, evaporating), but that would get a touch expensive.

"Oh. Shit. Yeah. Grocery." Joshua facepalms. "Let's go to the store and get actual food." He's actually a pretty damn good cook when it comes down to it, but there's only so much you can do with macaroni.

Helena laughs. "I dare say we won't need much, but yes, let's do."

"One of the perks of living around here, actually. The store'll deliver whatever groceries we pick out." It might just be a thing with CERN, but Joshua certainly takes advantage of it.

As they're leaving the restaraunt, the maitre'd hands Joshua a (gold? bronze?) rectangular metal box-like thing covered in Egyptian symbols and a note. "Monsieur, ceci est pour vous. L'homme qui était te parle, il me l'a donné.*" Joshua blinks, but nods. "Merci, Monsieur."

Walking out into the street, Joshua unfolds the note, written on notepaper with a pyramid below thirteen arched stars on the top.

Regent Donovan,

I realized that I was leaving you (and us as well) without a means of contact. I'm sure your sister has informed you of the function of a Farnsworth. If you need me, turn the dial all the way to the right.

We will see you on Saturday.

The signature is a usual scribble, but Joshua has a strange suspicion that it's slightly longer than Kosan.

"What in the world...."

*[ooc: Translation from the French: Sir, this is for you. The man who was speaking to you gave it to me.]

Edited (htmlfails) 2013-06-12 14:22 (UTC)

Helena's eyebrows go up. "Well. I can't say I've ever seen a Farnsworth quite like that before. He is right that you need one, though, and besides, Pete and Myka had the one we took to Egypt." It's better if they don't have to rely on Claudia to call Joshua's phone (Helena regularly forgets to check hers).

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