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Jan. 20th, 2026 03:45 pmtalentedscavenger[Nervous. Why was Rey nervous? She had been looking forward to this small get-together for the last few days. It didn't matter that it was taking place on a Wednesday night. Hell, it could've taken place on any day of the week and she would still be nervous. Maybe it was a sign that she was hoping things would go well? Or, a sign that maybe having four cups of coffee in a day wasn't the best thing for her, health wise.
Either way, she was standing outside Matt's apartment with a bag that contained focaccia bread and blueberry muffins, dressed in dark blue jeans, a grey sweater and black coat. The city was colder this time of year, even more so lately with the temperatures dropping to freezing levels. It wouldn't surprise her if it started to snow on her way back to her hotel. She had knocked on his door, just waiting to be let in.
Should I have brought wine? The thought drifted through her mind, and she soon shook her head no. Matt told her it was more than enough for her to bring bread, and he wasn't going to expect muffins for his colleagues. She had done more than enough.
Everything would be fine. It was just dinner--nothing that could be world-ending, right?]
Either way, she was standing outside Matt's apartment with a bag that contained focaccia bread and blueberry muffins, dressed in dark blue jeans, a grey sweater and black coat. The city was colder this time of year, even more so lately with the temperatures dropping to freezing levels. It wouldn't surprise her if it started to snow on her way back to her hotel. She had knocked on his door, just waiting to be let in.
Should I have brought wine? The thought drifted through her mind, and she soon shook her head no. Matt told her it was more than enough for her to bring bread, and he wasn't going to expect muffins for his colleagues. She had done more than enough.
Everything would be fine. It was just dinner--nothing that could be world-ending, right?]
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Date: 2026-01-20 09:26 pm (UTC)Inside he had pre-heated the oven and gotten the ingredients for dinner out of the fridge, the batter now resting. In addition to the sweet potato and chili pancakes, he was also making eggs, bacon, and a fruit salad. A full breakfast for dinner feast. He was still wearing his dark blue suit from work, but had taken off his shoes and suit jacket, his tie also loosened. A temporary reprieve. He'd only arrived home not long ago and, after dinner, he'd head out again in his Daredevil suit. The city never slept and so he rarely did, either. There was butterfly stitches to hold together a wound over his eyebrow, and the remnants of a busted lip and bruised knuckles from the previous night. Minor annoyances rather than anything else.
His new apartment was relatively close to his office, a large reason why he'd chosen it. There were no boxes as he hadn't had anything to unpack but rather had to buy everything new. Therefore, it contained just the bare essentials right now. There was a couch, a coffee table, and a small kitchen table. A record player that Kirsten had gifted him with as he hadn't yet replaced his own, and a small collection of records as he hadn't had time to really rebuild his old one. Everything was of decent quality but nothing particularly personal aside from the kitchen. There were herb plants and jars of spices, kitchen utensils to cook a wide variety of meals. Everything was neatly organized and labelled in Braille, just in case they ended up out of place.
He waited until the doorbell sounded and padded over, opening the door and offering a warm smile. Matthew tended to be an outgoing, friendly person. Stepping aside, he waved her in, holding out a hand.]
Hey. Glad you could make it. Come on in. I can take any bags if you have them. Sorry about the place. I guess you could say I'm still moving into it.
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Date: 2026-01-20 10:26 pm (UTC)No need to apologize, I'm sure your place is fine. [The happier tone wavered, allowing her confusion to seep through. She stepped inside, moving a little past Matt so he could close the door.] I only have one bag, and it has the focaccia in a Ziploc and I made blueberry muffins for your colleagues. They're at the bottom of the bag, in their own plastic container.
[She wanted to make sure the items were packaged differently so he knew which item was which.
As much as Rey wanted to take in more of Matt's apartment, her gaze didn't leave his face.]
Sorry, did something happen? You look like you had a run in with something. [Or someone?]
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Date: 2026-01-20 10:41 pm (UTC)[Matt loves his job. He genuinely has always wanted to be a lawyer, and now being in the field, he can't imagine doing anything else. That doesn't mean though that there aren't tedious or stressful elements, though. Having something nice to look forward to was a pleasant reminder when the day got rough. It was nice to hear that it had also been something Rey was looking forward to, too.]
That was very sweet of you. Thank you. I'm sure everyone at work will be very happy to have breakfast tomorrow.
[Taking the bag, Matt feels around in it. He can sense more than he lets on, of course, but it's not all a ruse. He can't see the items in the bag, merely tell the difference from the feel and smell of it. Lifting the bag, he inhales.]
It all smells amazing. I hope my cooking lives up to your baking.
[He's about to take it into the kitchen when her question pauses him.]
Ah. Yeah.
[He lightly touches his lip.]
I had a run in last night. I'm not very popular in the city right now with Fisk as Mayor. His supporters can get... zealous. I'm fine, though. Promise. Can I get you something to drink? I have water, iced tea, wine, beer...
[He heads for his kitchen, maneuvering without his walking stick because it's his home. Feeling the counter he sets her bag on it and takes out the bread, then sets to heating up two pans on the stove and cutting up the fruit.]
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Date: 2026-01-20 11:23 pm (UTC)Or waste the night away with baking bread or other treats. Her neighbors could only take in so many sweets before politely rejecting her baked goods, and she rather not bring in baked goods to work because then....that would be expected from her. Just like working long nights, weekends and holidays.
But, she did that to herself by not doing anything else on her days off.
Rey made sure to take her shoes off by the door, not wanting to ruin his clean apartment by dragging in dirt and gravel into his home.]
Of course, it also helped that I had some leftover blueberries, so really your office is helping me. I didn't want the fruit to go to waste. [Though, really, she could've made a jam with the blueberries, but that was besides the point.
She followed behind him, eyes briefly sweeping over where things were. His place was definitely way more furnished than hers. He had a coffee table, and a kitchen table. Honestly, it looked lived in and had more life to it compared to hers. More items for her to tackle and figure out when she got back home. The very least she'd want to host him for next--assuming there would be a next time.
Hopefully there would be.]
'Zealous' is not the word I'd use. [Crazy was more appropriate, and she still couldn't believe Fisk won as Mayor, but that was a discussion for another time. Her confusion gave way to concern. How was he able to just brush that off?] Are you sure? I'm handy with a first aid kit. [She internally winced there, it sounded dorky and well, she was used to patching herself up from minor scraps, cuts and other wounds...more than she would like to admit.
But, if he was going to be stubborn about it then she wouldn't press.] Water would be fine...but is there anything I could help with?
[She didn't like standing still, especially when it came to food preparation.]