time_fragment_main | { Getting to know you

"No. It's fine." Kara shakes her head. "I didn't actually announce I was coming over at all. I just showed up. I didn't mean to impose if you two already plans."

Buuuut.

"But - " Because it was true. " - we were just discussing the apartment."
Sort of? Almost? They might have been headed that way?

"We did not have plans." Savitar has plans with no one, ever. At least not in this world. He's about to say something like that when the rest of what she said catches up with him. "Wait. We were?"

"Oh, good. Because that couch alone requires an Intervention. What dumpster did you dig it out of, Oldster?" Bart asked, grinning.

"I just was dropping by before this guy collapses into a black hole of brood."

Kara doesn't know either of them well enough to side with the other, even if her inclination would probably send her in the direction of what brought her here in the first place. Which might be why she gives Savitar a flat kind of smile, with a little bravery, for questioning rephrasing it to: "We were about to be?"

And one step opens for another.

"Or did you not just imply you might still not have plates to eat on?"

Staring at her for a long moment. Carefully choosing his exact words. "I didn't say that." He just subtly implied it and it is of course absolutely true. But he didn't say the words outloud.

"He doesn't. I looked."

Bart Allen, ever helpful.

She did say imply for a reason. Which Kara's expression points out.
That look only becomes stronger when Bart backs it up with proof.

"So you definitely need dishes, then."

Oh, the look of annoyance he throws Bart's way. Stop going through his things, not grandson damn. "I wouldn't say I need them."

"Hey, I do what I can to look out for family. I usually get blamed when things go wrong whether I knew about it or not," Bart points out, grinning impishly.

Kara isn't going to agree. You at least need a plate, a bowl, a coffee cup, a teacup, flatware to eat with.
"I had to go a few sections over and get more towels today anyway," Kara says. "I could pick some up?"

Or a full set. You know. Because then when company came, he'd have things for company, too.

You could just put tea in a coffee cup, Kara. Or not. Who is he to say? "You don't have to do that." And then a sharp look to Bart. "I got it at Goodwill!"

"It's beyond hideous, MoreDaddy," Bart said. "Please tell me it wasn't all my grandmother's taste that I grew up with."

He shrugs. "The couch stinks. Actually, the whole apartment looks like the kind of thing a rebellious teenager would love to have. Just warn me before you start piercing everything."

Okay, Kara can agree. The names are ... a little odd, and they only get odder each time.
Plus, he's a little. What is a good word for it? Rambunctious?

Still, she says, "It's really not a problem."

"Unless you wanted to be able to pick them out yourself?"

"Not that one either." About the name. He's absolutely vetoing that one. And then to Kara: "If I have to have them, yeah."

"Do you really trust a guy who owns like one non-black article of clothing to pick out plates? Not that i'm voting for scarlet-and-gold, either, Gumby," Bart said, the first to Kara, the second to Savitar.

"I mean, really, somebody needs to brighten up this place, and one no-maintenance flower won't be enough. Ever thought about pets? Dr. Helen got me a puppy when I was living with Max. I miss Dox."

Well, that's a simple solution, isn't it?
"You could come with me, then."

Or, really. "You both could."

She'll even smile and add just for your benefit, because it could, might, maybe even by fun, Savitar. "I started looking for things a few days ago, so I already know where all the best places are."

"...were you looking through my clothes?" Bart, he is scandalized. Scandalized. "Don't go through my clothes."

And back to Kara: "Promise me right now, we're not getting a dog. I do not need a dog."

"I wanted to know how bad the damage was," Bart said, innocently. "You need a life, Pawpaw. Or at least some hobbies. I mean, emo-goth is a tiny step up from serial killer, but honestly..."

He doesn't like it.

"He totally could use a dog. The kind that would force him to make friends."

Kara is not in this to puppy or not to puppy fight. ~~Yet.~~
Her hands go up. "Woah. I just said plates."

"Maybe a whole set if you like them enough."
Or she can slip them into a cart without you seeing.

She'd like to make sure a person can live in this apartment,
before she needs to make sure a pet can. Or is visited enough.

Pointing at Bart. "No. Pet." If he gets a pet, it's going to be a turtle. Or a fish.

"Fine. Sure." He guesses. It's not like nothing he has isn't clean, despite Bart's insistence he must have raided a trash bin.

"You need to get a lot more than plates. What about some bookshelves? A television, maybe some video games. I can totally beat your ass on the Rainbow Road," Bart said, grinning.

He could show him the AV room in the Tower, but somehow that seemed a little odd.

"Have you ever had a dog? Dogs are awesome. And give you excuses to run and stuff."

Kara can try not to look a little interested in the mention of video games. It's probably not working. Her eyebrows definitely went up, along with her shoulders, and the pique of her attention actually going to Bart and looking to see what Savitar even had as any kind of reaction to that.

"That's still a yes, though, right?" Just to be certain. What with how excited he does not sound, which demands solid book details she is not passing on for the running jokes. She did not pass as an amazing assistant for so many years for absolutely no reason. "Like right now? Or in a few hours?"

Savitar raises an eyebrow at the mention of video games. "I don't need a tv." Liar, liar, liar. "Or a dog. But I an get a tv. If I have to."

And a glance back at Kara: "Fine is a yes, yes."

"See, this is why I like Grumpa," Bart told Savitar. "He needs a name I can call him. Not going with the one he chose because, ugh, not going with the murder-name.

"What do you think, Kara?"

Still, he heads to open the door and hold it open.

"What?" Kara's confused by the logic of that one.

Enough it sidelines the momentary victorious thrilled of success at that flicker of interest it seemed like Savitar suddenly had. Or. Well. Maybe not interest. But it was definitely more give than the other no, no, no answers that had been being thrown out. "What name?"

Yes. She skipped the word before it in repeating the question, but she didn't skip hearing it.
Mentions of murder do tend to forestall one from getting on the road to go shopping.

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