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[If anything, the past few weeks have made Jane considerably tired. She knows there's even more to learn about what goes on in the future of her own time, but what she already knows has constantly worn her down. It was tough trying to prove to others that you're presently not that monster you become and that you're trying to change it. She knows very well enough that she can prove to them- all of them, Ocelot, Frank, even the Big Bosses and EVA- that she's darn well determined to make herself not become that woman.

Right now, the least thing Jane should be doing is be alone with her thoughts. But right now, she's doing just that. The chaos from the past few days hasn't effected the beach one bit and she's very thankful for that. Sitting on the sand proved to be fairly calming.

If there was anything that made her at ease, it was the beach. The weather here was always absolutely perfect. It was fairly warm, but not to the point where it made her wish she was back inside. The wind was soft, gently brushing past her shoulders, and the ocean was, as always, beautiful and calming.

For now, she'll take the time to admire the scenery, being stuck in her own little world for the time being.]

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...You could eat it.

[His tone is completely flat. Like father, like son.]

[She frowns just a bit.]

Why would I want to eat a sandpiper? They're too cute! Plus, they weren't meant to eat, anyway. [She looks towards the small birds hopping along the shore.] They're meant to be admired.

[Comfortable enough around the good doctor, he lays down in the sand, resting his head on his arms. He turns his head on its side to look up at her.]

Does that mean we're not having sandpiper when we finally have our friend-date?

[Obviously she has a very soft spot for this boy (and most of the children in the Nexus). Her smile is almost mother-like as she looks down at him.]

I don't think it would be very good, anyway. Wouldn't you rather have something else?

[He pauses, trying to think of something he'd like. He's grown so accustomed to either Elisa preparing all his meals or simply going out and catching something on his own, he's never really had to decide on something. Meals would consist of whatever Elisa suggested or whatever he trapped first.]

...Calorie mate?

Well, I've recently discovered that Calories mates are awfully good... and they certainly do fill you up.

[She rests her cheek against her hand.] Wouldn't you rather like something that's considered actual food, though? Like... grilled cheese?

...What is the difference between 'grilled cheese' and cheese that has been melted?

Well, grilled cheese is sort of like a sandwich. You take two slices of bread, grill them in the toaster, or you can grill them on the stove. The microwave is fine, too, but that's not authentic grilled cheese.

Between the two grilled pieces of bread is the melted cheese. It may sound small, but it's actually very filling. You can even put whatever meat you'd like between it. Ham, turkey...

Perhaps 'toasted bread with cheese and meat' would have been a more acceptable name.

'Grilled cheese' is more appealing though, don't you think?

I'll make it for you for our friend-date, I'm sure you'll like it. It's much better than eating sandpipers, I can promise you that. [She smiles down at him, again.]

[He nods]

...Should I still make coffee cake? I am capable of making other food now.

I think as long as you didn't get the recipe from EVA, you'll be fine in making whatever you'd feel like.

[She hopes that she means that as a joke. She adores EVA, even if her cooking is a bit... how should she put it? Life threatening.]

[He shakes his head.]

I learned how to cook noodles and a man that looks like Big Boss taught me how to make an omelette.

[She stretches her legs out in front of her, placing her palms on the ground and leaning back a little. Her eyes still focused on him.] You'll have to cook for me sometime, then.

A man that looks like Big Boss? [She tilts her head.] Do you mean one of his sons?

Big Boss has no offspring.

It was a man with two eyes that resembled Big Boss. I did not learn his name.

Technically he does, but I won't get into that. It would probably be boring for you if I explained it all.

My commander has referred to me as being his son once... I assume that is what you mean.

It's a little more complicated than that.

I do not care for complexity.

[He settles against the sand, closing his eyes. Less than a year since he was released from Gene's army, he's quickly learned that life is much more complicated than it was inside of his tank.]

Should you choose to make toasted bread with meat and cheese as our meal, that is acceptable.

[She's glad he doesn't want to know more. It makes it a bit easier for her to speak to him, even though she very well knows how strained their acquaintanceship is with the older Frank.

It's almost a relief to her that this one could care less.

She looks at him for a few more moment, then looks out to the ocean. There's a small pleasant smile on her face.]

Alright, then. I'll be sure to keep that in mind.