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And Aya's partner was six foot, she was used to stretching her legs a little...between them they probably managed a comfortable pace?

"That's understandable." she admitted easily. "And I can handle savory richness for my own meals, but sweet of any type has to wait until after some semblance of real food." her coworkers thought it was the funniest thing ever that she wouldn't touch donuts.

"...what kind of meat actually goes well with Belgian waffles?" she asked after a few moments of trying out combination in her own head. Maple sausage maybe? "Or does that not so much matter?"

"I don't do sugar, Aya." Dilan says again, "So my waffles aren't sweet the way that I think you're expecting, at all. I generally have bacon, steak, and sometimes grilled chicken with breakfasts."

"Yeah, I got that. Waffle is a sweet bread though, fruit is sweet...so that's actually along the lines I'm expecting. It's not so much a 'sugary' thing as the sheer sweet taste." she admitted. "On my good days I can have bagels with fruit in them as a meal? And I worked through muffins before I started bagels."

"Snacks are another thing entirely." she pointed out. It was...a mental hang up. She knew that. "It's just a thing. They do a good steak?" because steak suddenly sounded like a really good idea.

"...But fruit is good for your species." Dilan says in confusion, "That's odd, Aya, sorry. Although if you're good with muffins, I have a thing about them..."

"And yes. They do a great steak."

"I know. I just can't make myself eat fruit as a meal. I tend to eat it afterward, or between meals just fine..." she admitted.

"You have a thing about muffins?" she asked curiously.

"Obsessive thing. I make them every day." Dilan admits.

"It took me awhile, but I've been through the gamut of muffins. As long as you don't make chocolate chip muffins as a breakfast food, we're good." she shrugged. "And cayenne muffins are really weird."

"Any reason you started with the muffin baking?"

"I don't like chocolate." Dilan says with a wince, "My best friend's mother taught me to make them the day of my mom's funeral. It became a comfort thing."

"I can understand that." she admitted quietly. And when things were needed so much as comfort anymore they were still ways to remember...and she wasn't OCD. Yeah.

"Even really dark, bitter chocolate?" she asked curiously.

"Unsweetened, straight cacao isn't bad." he says with a shrug.

Well, there went her standard birthday ideas. Damn. Well, if it came to that, she'd figure something out. "I don't envy you." she teased gently.

"Guess I stick to thermoses of cider and coffee if we do get you to a snowball fight."

"Strawberries are like pixie sticks to my metabolism, Aya." Dilan says with amusement, "Go for coffee, unsweetened."

"...given my last experience with pixie sticks, I'm really, really tempted to see your strawberry high." the mental image if Dilan bouncing was amusing as hell.

"Lots of coffee, but cider for the kid. Ben's going and coffee isn't good at his age." Ben didn't do cocoa due to a mild milk intolerance...and decent cocoa was made with milk, so...

"Any time I don't need steady hands." Dilan says cheerfully, "And if I'm really, really cutting loose I have half a strawberry margarita and I'm both bouncing off the walls and completely trashed."

"That's wrong" she laughed. "So very wrong...sorry, but even I manage one drink. You poor guy!" she reached out to pat his arm consolingly.

"Hilarious mental image though."

"I don't mind." Dilan says with a laugh, "I am what I am, and at least I'm a cheap drunk!"

"God, the boys would never let you live it down." if he were a cop at any rate. Civvies were granted semi-amnesty.

"But they're heavy drinkers...and not much fun when they do." she admitted. She'd take a fun drunk over most the precinct at any time? Now, the detectives on the other hand...

"I'll grant you guts though. I've been afraid to try margaritas in public." beer tended to hit her hard enough as it was.

"I don't drink in public." Dilan corrects, "At parties, yes, but not in public. In public I designated walk, call cabs, and generally don't drink."

"Ahhh..." she noted "We don't so much do 'parties'. Sometimes a barbecue, but that's about it." she admitted.

"A nurse a beer when I need to be out with the guys before going home...and otherwise I'm home." she shrugged.

"I've settled down a lot since I was in grad school." Dilan says with a laugh, "I don't do a lot of parties anymore, and distressingly many of them are less drinking and more politics, but there you have it."

"You'll have to tell me about it sometime. I was too damn young to drink in college." she admitted. Didn't stop her sometimes, but she'd never gone to parties where they could be busted for underage drinkers present!

"'Wheel and deal' parties or the 'mingle and show-off' type of political stuff?" each were bad enough on their own, but different types of bad?

"So was I." Dilan says with a small smile, "Didn't stop me.

"Only the mingle-and-show-off type. I don't wheel and deal, and people who try to get me to tend to find their pictures on full-page ads in the newspaper, paid for out of my very own pockets. I'm not a politician, I don't care about politics, and if people are going to try to get me to compromise my integrity - "

He trails off and smiles.

It's not a very nice smile.

"Yes, but you weren't fast tracking for the police force." she pointed out with a laugh. "Besides, from the sounds of it, you're a hell of a lot more social than I ever was."

She listened to his summations of the parties, and winced "You didn't want to be stuck in this particular position with Ansem did you?" she asked. "I'm sure the perks are good, but..."

"My best friend is a social butterfly." Dilan agrees, "And we've been friends my whole life."

Then he sobers, "I'm a scientist, Aya. I got a job as a scientist, and found myself a politician. I hate it. All I wanted was to be a scientist."

"Yep, utterly and completely more social." she sighed.

"Hey, we don't have a president for life, and Ansem's been in two years now? If you're not going to leave it'll be over eventually..." she tried to offer that fact as comfort. Though...Ansem's polls were really good. And they'd almost abolished the two-term limit a few years back...

"I'm sorry."

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