[For an instant, when Scott opens the door, Tendi wonders if she made a mistake. She barely knows him! What's she doing here trying to cheer him up?? But-- no, nope, can't think like that. They might have gotten off on the wrong foot, but they are definitely friends now (Scott has no say in this), and it's her job as a friend to cheer up her friend. So here comes the confidence!]
Yeah! I did! [Nailed it. Look, she does know what a sandwich is, for sure, but it's not like she knows what everything else is on the menu! And, I mean, what's the difference between a sandwich and a hamburger anyway? "Hash browns" sound like they definitely have some kind of sandwich component. Brown is a sandwich color. "Meatloaf" even has loaf in the name! Besides, she has no idea which sandwich he'd like, so...better safe than sorry!
Anyway, she sounds extremely pleased with herself by this solution of "I'll take one of everything, please," and she sticks out her arm, laden with a couple of the bags, to hand to him.]
Scott looks from her bright smile to where she's holding the bags out for him, just sort of stunned about her behavior in all this. There has to be some part of her that's nervous too, right? It's almost impossible to tell now. Tendi is not only acting like she's fine, as if the previous days haven't been weighing down on her, but she's treating Scott as if they're friends.
Did she really do all this for him?
It's that knowledge and some of that bubbly optimism that helps Scott. Maybe it's all a little much, but somewhere, he honestly appreciates all this. It's hard to explain why (mostly he feels a little embarrassed acknowledging how this is making him feel), but he takes the offered bags without fuss as a small smile starts to grow on him. He nods for Tendi to come in before leading her to the kitchen table so that they have a place to lay out all the food.]
You really put the cooks there to work. [He'll grab a couple of plates and forks for them as well, offering one to Tendi with a slightly more open demeanor.] I think we might have some leftovers after this...
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Yeah! I did! [Nailed it. Look, she does know what a sandwich is, for sure, but it's not like she knows what everything else is on the menu! And, I mean, what's the difference between a sandwich and a hamburger anyway? "Hash browns" sound like they definitely have some kind of sandwich component. Brown is a sandwich color. "Meatloaf" even has loaf in the name! Besides, she has no idea which sandwich he'd like, so...better safe than sorry!
Anyway, she sounds extremely pleased with herself by this solution of "I'll take one of everything, please," and she sticks out her arm, laden with a couple of the bags, to hand to him.]
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Scott looks from her bright smile to where she's holding the bags out for him, just sort of stunned about her behavior in all this. There has to be some part of her that's nervous too, right? It's almost impossible to tell now. Tendi is not only acting like she's fine, as if the previous days haven't been weighing down on her, but she's treating Scott as if they're friends.
Did she really do all this for him?
It's that knowledge and some of that bubbly optimism that helps Scott. Maybe it's all a little much, but somewhere, he honestly appreciates all this. It's hard to explain why (mostly he feels a little embarrassed acknowledging how this is making him feel), but he takes the offered bags without fuss as a small smile starts to grow on him. He nods for Tendi to come in before leading her to the kitchen table so that they have a place to lay out all the food.]
You really put the cooks there to work. [He'll grab a couple of plates and forks for them as well, offering one to Tendi with a slightly more open demeanor.] I think we might have some leftovers after this...
[JUST A LITTLE.]