sliceitwithwind | Vice AU

"...is there actually a class for that in cop school?"! WHOA! Because...WHOA. Wait. This guy wasn't gelded right? "She only does that to badguys right?" Because that would be...awkward.

"And it's cool, as long as you're not naked. So. did Aya come too?" Why yes he was looking around for her now!

"Only to guys who try to get all up in her business." Dilan said, shrugging, "And no. Aya and Braig...our other partner, my boyfriend...are still under. I'm just taking some time to recover after being sick."

"...I think there's a lot of guys like that." Ben admitted quite soberly. "That means she almost like...a serial...cutter?" Maimer? Did he know that word? Eh. Whatever.

"Oh. So." Yeah. "Yeah, I'm Ben. Hi." Um.

"I can make dinner?"

"Not that many. Generally she's able to stop them before it gets that bad." Dilan said, then he shook his hair, "I've got food on. There's enough for both of us, assuming you don't eat like Aya does. I'm Dilan, Aya's told me about you."

"I can't eat like Aya!" He wasn't a teenager yet! "What are we having?" Because that really was the most important question at the moment.

Then, and only then, "I don't get to know a lot about you guys. When she called on Thanksgiving was great but that's not long you know? So tell me about you?"

"Chamorro Red Rice, it's a dish from Guam, with beef stuffed bell peppers and Rumman Fil Ma'zahr for dessert. It's a sweetened pomegranate dish, I don't like sugar much." Katzu and all.

He'd....heard of one of those! That was okay though, Aya fed him weird stuff all the time and it was usually pretty good. "I can't have milk stuff, just so you know. Does any of it have milk? Or cheese? Sometimes I can have a little cheese if I take a pill before we eat."

"Nope. No milk, no cheese." Dilan grinned, "Aya mentioned you're lactose intolerant, and it's easy enough for me to cook around it. I went with meat, vegetables, and fruit. Now that I've met you, you can tell me some of the stuff you like and we can work on that kind of food later. I'll be here for a week."

"Oh, hey, cool!" About the no milk thing. He liked when he could try everything someone actually cooked (his mom had a mac&cheese addiction). "Aya and I get cookbooks at garage sales and just kinda try stuff? I'm learning the easy stuff from her mom's diary too."

"Right on. Sometime after we're out from under I'll send you a lot of the stuff mom taught me after my momma died. I wasn't much older than you are now, so it should be things you can pick up pretty easily." It was casual and with a smile, "Braig doesn't eat a lot of cheese stuff either, Olia you know." Mostly veggies! Because otherwise his Katzu frowns at him.

"...your mom taught you after she died? Did she die in the kitchen or something?" Yes, he was getting big, wide eyed stares now! Because, well, ghost chef! HOW COOL WAS THAT?!

"...Mom and momma." Dilan said, "Sorry. I call my biological mother momma, and Braig's mother is mom. Braig's family took me in after my momma died, but since I'd practically lived with them for years anyway it wasn't that big a deal. I've always called mom mom because I didn't have a father and it would have been weird to call dad dad and mom Aunt Elcy. Now, of course, Braig and I are practically married so it makes even more sense to call her mom."

"Oh...I'm sorry." For not catching that really. But the idea of calling someone else mom or momma or whatever and not just the real mom...huh. Well then. Stuff to think about right? "So you guys are like married? And that's okay that you work together?"

"Well, we've been dating longer than a lot of marriages have lasted." Dilan said, "And it's bending the rules a little bit, but since we make an excellent team they really can't afford to split us up."

"Huh...then why aren't you married?" If they'd been dating that long it made sense to get married right? "And that's cool. Like a super team!"

"Because we want to find at least one woman to marry both of us, and we figure it'll be nicer to marry everyone at once so that whatever woman it is doesn't feel like an after thought." he said easily enough, "And I think we're a pretty dang super team, yeah."

"...huh?" Dilan had just blown the twelve year old's brain. "You can marry more than one person?! Is there enough lines on the paper you sign for that?!" Because obviously this was the biggest worry.

"It's not really common." Dilan said, cheerfully, "But it can happen. You have to get a special license to do it."

"Oh, so extra lines and you get a card when you marry more than one person? Like a driver's license?" Details, details, details? He could MISINTERPRET EVERY ONE OF THEM! "Good luck getting married!"

He just. Wasn't going to go there. Nope. Aya could explain when she got back. "Thanks. It hinges on finding the right woman."

"Yeah, everyone says finding the right person is important before you get married but people do it anyway." Hence, bad marriages and divorces! "Maybe you can ask Aya to help? She knows some cool ladies!" Mostly other cops but hey!

"Maybe." Dilan agreed, "Not now, obviously, it would be awkward." Most of who they knew were also cops.

"Well, yeah, not now! She's doing cop stuff! Maybe next time you're both wherever and on a break though you can ask her." Why would it be awkward?

"The lady at the grocery down the street is really nice too?"

"I tend to scare most normal nice people." Dilan pointed out, waving at his metal filled face, "It's usually best for me to be introduced to people."

"Oh. Huh." That...honestly hadn't occurred to him! The main worry had been Stranger, followed by Naked, the metal just really hadn't rated! "If you're gonna be here a week I can introduce you!"

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