[ It's definitely a good thing for her, but maybe he'll disagree. She'll just imagine said uniform a lot tighter and shorter in the leg than it probably was, since nobody can see her thoughts to tell her different. ]
I suppose you could say that.
[ Desperately curious about Steve's nonna — is he Italian?? she had no idea — she nevertheless forces herself to tackle the less personal part of that question first, in case it makes Steve uncomfortable. He brought it up, sure, but he's been so prickly lately, she's not sure what is and isn't crossing a boundary. ] What the fuck is a white lasagna.
[ She avoids the wine glasses because they kind of freak her out, so many identical glasses all lined up in neat rows, and fills two regular glasses with water which she brings out and sets down on the island. ]
Sure, [ she agrees in a tone that says she has no idea what he's talking about. Eddie survives on convenience store snack foods and the two meals she and Wayne can cok for each other. Her palate is not exactly refined. ]
[Congratulations, Eddie, you’re about to discover another area in which Steve is surprisingly intelligent.]
A white lasagna is a lasagna without a Bologeese sauce. Instead you use a creamy béchamel style of sauce. Oh, and a lot of cheese of course. And you use a lot more vegetables in it. It’s a lot of green vegetables in it too. Peas, asparagus, spinach. Herbs too. If you like this, you’ll like a white lasagna. Really, I think it’s amazing if you can get leeks in it, but you can’t buy those easily in Hawkins, unlike parsnips.
[Steve Harrington, not just a babysitter. Apparently also something of a chef.]
There’s actually a number of ways you can do lasagna. Hell, there’s a lot of ways you can dress up pasta in general.
[ She doesn't point out that she's not a hundred percent solid on what a bolognese sauce is, since she's pretty sure he means a meat sauce — thank you, context clues — and instead hitches herself onto her stool so she can plant her elbow on the cold marble of his kitchen island and plop her chin in her hand to watch him as he links together more words in a row than she's heard from him maybe ever.
Her eyes gleam as a broad smile starts to curl her lips, and she seems completely engrossed in his explanation. ]
Steve, that sounds incredible.
[ Is she maybe going to go to a grocer's in Indy the next time she's there and see if she can find leeks? Almost certainly. Even if she doesn't like the pasta primavera that he's made for them tonight, she's the type of person to go out of her way for her friends to find something they like if they mention it in conversation. Usually it's a cassette, or a book, or some kind of small trinket. Vegetables would be a first, but if it makes Steve happy... ]
If it tastes anything like this smells, I'm going to demand you make it for us next time.
[Honestly, he’s not used to having people paying attention to his rambling about cooking. Then again, a lot of people he’s cooked for have seemed to assume he was getting the meals brought in by some other person and was just heating them up. Which he hadn’t bothered correcting them on. Who was going to believe the most popular guy in school had a cooking hobby he’d developed as what amounted to self-preservation?]
Well, if you’re not scared off by the end of the night, I might consider it. We’re in a good season for me getting the produce I need without too much trouble. Now…
[He moves a pair of large serving spoons into the large bowl of noodles and cheese and sautéed vegetables and starts to serve them.]
Don’t be afraid to eat whatever you want. Anything we don’t finish is something that I’ll just be packing into lunches for Robin.
[Who was literally the only person who knew he did this.]
[ Eddie would absolutely believe that, at least now, because Steve is turning out to be so much more than he seemed at first glance, and she's fascinated by all the new layers she's uncovering.
Also, this pasta smells really fucking good. ]
This is so cool, [ she mutters to herself, almost like she forgot Steve could probably hear her as she watches him serve them both, a healthy portion of pasta and vegetables in a creamy sauce reminding her that she was too nervous to eat lunch earlier. Her stomach growls, louder than she was mumbling, and she has the grace to look sheepish. ]
I don't think there's going to be much left for Rob, [ she confesses, waiting until Steve seems to have finished before she reaches for her fork. See? Even trailer park brats have some manners. She doesn't even ask why Steve is making packed lunches for his friend and coworker. Of course he does. ]
[ Just as she doesn't ask why Steve would be making Robin lunch, she doesn't ask why she'd be giving him the third degree about his date. It would be weirder if she didn't, probably. Those two are creepily attached at the hip. ]
Because, Steve, [ she says as she plucks a roll from the basket and immediately tears it in half with a satisfied look on her face. ] I've always thought you were hot, and now I've discovered that not only are you hot, but Henderson was right all along and you are actually a good dude. And I think you're funny, and I like hanging out with you, and it's nice to spend time with someone who fucking gets it.
[ She shrugs, feigning a nonchalance she doesn't really feel. They went over this over text, but apparently Steve needs a reminder. It's harder to say in person than it was to type, and she has a sinking feeling she's probably blushing a little. ]
[It’s not his fault that he has a best friend in Robin. The first person his age to genuinely care and look out for him. She’s taught him a lot, he’s taught her a lot, and really, he’s actually sort of really lucky that Robin’s got such a crush on Vickie because he can’t see why she wouldn’t have a crush on Eddie after everything. And wouldn’t those two be the strangest sort of power couple?]
Most people who think I’m funny only mean in that in a ‘to laugh at’ sense. But okay. It’s still just… I guess not expected? Had plenty of years in high school to hear how someone like me is the antithesis of all things Eddie Munson.
[And what’s he supposed to do with that knowledge? Well, he thinks he knows what. Put it aside.]
I hope the rolls are good. I don’t do bread often.
Yeah, well most people are fucking dumbasses, so... [ She understands why people look at Steve and make snap assumptions about what he's like, considering everything the town knows about him. It's inescapable, in a small town, having a reputation that means nobody tries to look past the surface, convinced they know everything there is worth knowing about you. But Eddie knows better than most that appearances can be deceiving, and she wants to actually get to know Steve.
A part of her wants to ask why he even asked her out, since he apparently seems so convinced that they're incompatible, but she's afraid of the answer. She doesn't want to know if he just thought she was convenient, or if he decided that he was tired of chasing after pretty popular girls so he thought he'd try the Freak instead. ]
You made the bread from scratch? [ Of course he did. Good god. ]
I suppose I can’t really argue with that point at all. It’s been easier to see with how people wanted to blame you for something that you could never do. Wanted to blame your club.
[He knew the Party too well to believe D&D meant evilness or whatever. It was ridiculous. How could that be evil when there were real monsters out there? Not that people knew that. But there were evil people out there, and that anyone could figure out.]
I didn’t make it from scratch today if that helps. Bread dough actually freezes pretty well. I don’t like the amount of work it takes, so when I do make dough, I make extra and freeze it.
[ She shrugs, not wanting to really dwell on the fact that she's still living in Hawkins by the skin of her teeth, that every time she gets into her van she has to check underneath the chassis and the hood both to make sure that her brake lines haven't been cut or something hasn't been sabotaged in the engine. She keeps extra spare tires in the back now in case one or all of them get slashed, and if anything happens to the paint on the siding, well. It's just paint.
It hurts even more to see people treat the kids badly. She's an adult, now, she's made choices that paint a target on her back. But the freshmen? They're still so young. They don't deserve the town's suspicion. ]
People are afraid of what they don't know. What they don't understand.
[ It's the kindest she can be when she still has dreams of being cornered in a parking lot and threatened with a tire iron.
Talking about Steve's food is a much nicer train of thought than the one she was going down, so she grabs onto it with both metaphorical hands. ]
[Okay, now Steve's rolling his eyes here, because that's so bullshit. He knows it's bullshit because he knows that you can learn from your mistakes and people here are choosing to stay ignorant.]
See, here's the thing. They aren't afraid of that. They are afraid of what is different and choose to not understand it. They want to not understand it because it lets them be afraid and angry and superior. Trust me. I was the most popular guy in school. I know how it works.
[With that he has some of his pasta and grins at the other thing.]
Of course you can freeze bread. You do it pretty late in the process and it lasts about six months. Not that I ever let it get that far. There are just some days you want hot bread. Or cinnamon rolls. I've usually got a backup pan of that.
[ Eddie can't help but give him a sarcastic little grin, something of a rictus that makes her feelings on the matter very clear. ] I have to tell myself that or I'm going to drive off a cliff, [ she jokes, but she's not really joking all that much. You laugh to keep from crying, right?
At least Steve seems to have seen the error of his ways. It gives her hope that the rest of their stupid town can be redeemed, too. Hopefully.
Chasing a pea around her plate, she looks up at him through her lashes and shakes her head slightly, amused. ]
Steve, you know what telling me this means, right?
[But see, here’s the thing. The day is won. The psychotic psychic man-child is defeated. They’ve all lived. And Eddie? Eddie could finish one last year and then leave and never look back. As she should. Find a place where she’ll be appreciated.]
I really don’t know what telling you this means at all. I’m not El. I can’t get into people’s minds.
[He’s also not Henry but that’s a whole other thing he’s not evoking. Instead he’s focused on eating the primavera and critiquing it in his head. Not enough zucchini he thinks.]
[ By that metric, Steve could leave right now. He could pack up his fancy car and drive off into the sunset and do literally anything he'd like somewhere where his name didn't feel like an albatross strapped around his neck.
But he won't, because of the kids. And Eddie won't, because of Wayne.
She sets her chin in her palm again and smiles, tilting her head to take him in fully. ]
You're going to have to make me breakfast one day.
[ She winks at him, then takes a bite of her food like she's punctuating a sentence. As her mouth registers what she's just put in it, she can't help making an involuntary noise, her eyes closing. ] Oh my god.
[Leave Robin? Leave Dustin? Leave Max? That’s so completely not happening it’s ridiculous. Plus he doesn’t have a lot saved up right now, what with the quietly helping Susan with the medical bills while the feds go through their stupid process of arguing with Hopper and Joyce and El. Sooner or later those three are going to earn quiet little settlements for them all. Then and only then (and when Robin’s graduated) will Steve be able to leave.
Not that any of that can be expressed. The question isn’t raised, the conversation isn’t happening, and Steve is smiling in pride at the reaction to his cooking.
Until he processes the other thing.
You’re going to have to make me breakfast one day.
There are implications to saying a thing like that. The reason you’d make a girl you were dating breakfast would be that she had stayed over. The idea makes him blush, just a little.]
[ There we go. For a minute, Eddie had been starting to worry that Steve wasn't really interested in her; for all that he clearly made an effort to cook for her, which is far more of an effort than any of her other trysts had done for her, things had felt a little stiff at first and she'd been struggling with not letting herself get too into her own head.
Slipping into flirtier waters makes her feel a lot more even-keeled.
Reaching out around the side of the island, she pokes his shin with her toes, not quite a kick, not quite a caress. ]
It's really fucking good, dude. I was right about getting spoiled.
[ She rolls her eyes at him. ] Just take the compliment, Steve.
[ Also, wow, they really do exist in different social strata, don't they? To her, this is special-occasion food. There's vegetables in here she'd never buy on her own, ones she knows the names of but can't remember if she's ever eaten. Most vegetables she ingests come out of a can, more often than not, things that are cheap and shelf-stable and don't require refrigeration until opened. Steve eats like this all the time, by his own admission.
It's strange to think that if they were dating, like actually for-real dating, maybe he'd cook like this for her all the time, too. ]
So you're saying delicious home-cooked meals are a predictable perk of the Dating Steve experience?
[Maybe there is social strata going on here. Steve wouldn’t know it actually. He doesn’t get to eat food made by other people outside of restaurants often. With the Hagans, the Wheelers, the Hendersons, the Sinclairs and the Hollands only, and most of the were at least upper middle class.]
I mean, yeah I guess? But wouldn’t you prefer something fancy? Like a restaurant or something?
[Clearly he hasn’t cooked for other people nearly as much as he could have. There had been a bit of nerves there, and saving it for special occasions. He’d cooked for Tommy and Carol here once and he’d gotten teased that he’d make someone a very good wife someday. So it had been uncomfortable.]
Steve. Baby. I live in a trailer. For two years of my childhood, I was in foster care living in a group home. Going to a restaurant for me has always been going to Benny's and splitting a meal with my uncle and paying with mostly coins.
[ She doesn't sound upset by this listing of facts, more amused that Steve doesn't seem to get where she's coming from. It makes sense, probably, considering his upbringing. All the houses in Loch Nora cost more than she thinks Wayne has ever made cumulatively in his entire life, let alone what he can afford to pay right now. Steve's always been surrounded by people of the same class as him. He grew up thinking it was normal.
Normal to Eddie, at least before she washed up on Wayne's doorstep, was going to bed early so she wouldn't feel hungry after having to skip dinner because there was no food in the fridge. Normal was walking to school in the winter with her dad's sweatshirt on instead of a coat because coats cost money and she'd just outgrow it anyway. Normal was using duct tape to fix holes in her shoes because she was lucky if she got a new pair every two years.
Normal for Eddie is eating stale tortilla chips out of the bag, a can of reheated soup hunched over the sink, and a forgotten Twizzler fished out of her jacket pocket and calling it a balanced meal. ]
[Strange how something like that never even occurred to him. Like, even with Max’s mom moving her into the trailer park, even having been in Eddie’s place a few times, none of that had really sort of percolated down into his brain. Even Robin’s family, who had a hard time making ends meet, had always seemed strange to him. And the Byers. That was clearly Joyce’s property, regardless of whether or not she had always been able to make the rest of the ends meet.]
I’m sorry. I… guess I don’t get it. Mark another point down for Steve not understanding other people.
[Good at people sometimes, completely clueless like this.]
How would you get it? [ She seems honestly baffled as she looks at him, her eyes wide and her expression guileless. ] Your childhood wasn't like that, so it makes perfect sense that you wouldn't assume other people's was.
He's also not a big reader, which means he probably didn't spend all of his childhood, escaping into other peoples pearls and lives like edited. Maybe that something that will change if you ever actually listen to the tapes, she got him, or maybe it won't. Either way he's changing now and that's the important part.
Her smile grows fond. ]
Yeah. At least I had Wayne. Way better dad to me than my own ever actually was.
[Yeah, his childhood was something else entirely.]
I think Hawkins might be a, like, magnet for bad fathers. You can’t escape them here.
[Lonnie Byers was apparently shit. Ted Wheeler was uninvolved in his childrens’ lives. Max had mentioned a lot of shit about Neil. Dustin’s father had never really been in the picture. And Steve’s father…]
We’re all sort of doomed to bad fathers I guess. They just don’t care.
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Date: 2023-11-29 02:31 am (UTC)I suppose you could say that.
[ Desperately curious about Steve's nonna — is he Italian?? she had no idea — she nevertheless forces herself to tackle the less personal part of that question first, in case it makes Steve uncomfortable. He brought it up, sure, but he's been so prickly lately, she's not sure what is and isn't crossing a boundary. ] What the fuck is a white lasagna.
[ She avoids the wine glasses because they kind of freak her out, so many identical glasses all lined up in neat rows, and fills two regular glasses with water which she brings out and sets down on the island. ]
Sure, [ she agrees in a tone that says she has no idea what he's talking about. Eddie survives on convenience store snack foods and the two meals she and Wayne can cok for each other. Her palate is not exactly refined. ]
Stupid accidentally posting early.
Date: 2023-11-29 02:52 am (UTC)A white lasagna is a lasagna without a Bologeese sauce. Instead you use a creamy béchamel style of sauce. Oh, and a lot of cheese of course. And you use a lot more vegetables in it. It’s a lot of green vegetables in it too. Peas, asparagus, spinach. Herbs too. If you like this, you’ll like a white lasagna. Really, I think it’s amazing if you can get leeks in it, but you can’t buy those easily in Hawkins, unlike parsnips.
[Steve Harrington, not just a babysitter. Apparently also something of a chef.]
There’s actually a number of ways you can do lasagna. Hell, there’s a lot of ways you can dress up pasta in general.
you're all good!
Date: 2023-11-29 02:59 am (UTC)Her eyes gleam as a broad smile starts to curl her lips, and she seems completely engrossed in his explanation. ]
Steve, that sounds incredible.
[ Is she maybe going to go to a grocer's in Indy the next time she's there and see if she can find leeks? Almost certainly. Even if she doesn't like the pasta primavera that he's made for them tonight, she's the type of person to go out of her way for her friends to find something they like if they mention it in conversation. Usually it's a cassette, or a book, or some kind of small trinket. Vegetables would be a first, but if it makes Steve happy... ]
If it tastes anything like this smells, I'm going to demand you make it for us next time.
[ Next time, again. ]
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Date: 2023-11-29 03:11 am (UTC)Well, if you’re not scared off by the end of the night, I might consider it. We’re in a good season for me getting the produce I need without too much trouble. Now…
[He moves a pair of large serving spoons into the large bowl of noodles and cheese and sautéed vegetables and starts to serve them.]
Don’t be afraid to eat whatever you want. Anything we don’t finish is something that I’ll just be packing into lunches for Robin.
[Who was literally the only person who knew he did this.]
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Date: 2023-11-29 03:19 am (UTC)Also, this pasta smells really fucking good. ]
This is so cool, [ she mutters to herself, almost like she forgot Steve could probably hear her as she watches him serve them both, a healthy portion of pasta and vegetables in a creamy sauce reminding her that she was too nervous to eat lunch earlier. Her stomach growls, louder than she was mumbling, and she has the grace to look sheepish. ]
I don't think there's going to be much left for Rob, [ she confesses, waiting until Steve seems to have finished before she reaches for her fork. See? Even trailer park brats have some manners. She doesn't even ask why Steve is making packed lunches for his friend and coworker. Of course he does. ]
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Date: 2023-11-29 03:33 am (UTC)[He smiles as he fills his own plate before nudging the basket of warm rolls toward Eddie.]
Rob can miss out on pasta for lunch and not flip out. She’ll be fed grilling me about all of this anyway. Including why you ever said yes.
[Which was a question in his mind too. One he was sort of subtly asking here and now.]
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Date: 2023-11-29 04:06 am (UTC)[ Just as she doesn't ask why Steve would be making Robin lunch, she doesn't ask why she'd be giving him the third degree about his date. It would be weirder if she didn't, probably. Those two are creepily attached at the hip. ]
Because, Steve, [ she says as she plucks a roll from the basket and immediately tears it in half with a satisfied look on her face. ] I've always thought you were hot, and now I've discovered that not only are you hot, but Henderson was right all along and you are actually a good dude. And I think you're funny, and I like hanging out with you, and it's nice to spend time with someone who fucking gets it.
[ She shrugs, feigning a nonchalance she doesn't really feel. They went over this over text, but apparently Steve needs a reminder. It's harder to say in person than it was to type, and she has a sinking feeling she's probably blushing a little. ]
I like you. I'd like to know you better.
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Date: 2023-11-29 04:28 am (UTC)Most people who think I’m funny only mean in that in a ‘to laugh at’ sense. But okay. It’s still just… I guess not expected? Had plenty of years in high school to hear how someone like me is the antithesis of all things Eddie Munson.
[And what’s he supposed to do with that knowledge? Well, he thinks he knows what. Put it aside.]
I hope the rolls are good. I don’t do bread often.
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Date: 2023-11-29 04:37 am (UTC)A part of her wants to ask why he even asked her out, since he apparently seems so convinced that they're incompatible, but she's afraid of the answer. She doesn't want to know if he just thought she was convenient, or if he decided that he was tired of chasing after pretty popular girls so he thought he'd try the Freak instead. ]
You made the bread from scratch? [ Of course he did. Good god. ]
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Date: 2023-11-29 05:02 am (UTC)[He knew the Party too well to believe D&D meant evilness or whatever. It was ridiculous. How could that be evil when there were real monsters out there? Not that people knew that. But there were evil people out there, and that anyone could figure out.]
I didn’t make it from scratch today if that helps. Bread dough actually freezes pretty well. I don’t like the amount of work it takes, so when I do make dough, I make extra and freeze it.
[His third nanny had taught him that.]
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Date: 2023-11-29 03:30 pm (UTC)It hurts even more to see people treat the kids badly. She's an adult, now, she's made choices that paint a target on her back. But the freshmen? They're still so young. They don't deserve the town's suspicion. ]
People are afraid of what they don't know. What they don't understand.
[ It's the kindest she can be when she still has dreams of being cornered in a parking lot and threatened with a tire iron.
Talking about Steve's food is a much nicer train of thought than the one she was going down, so she grabs onto it with both metaphorical hands. ]
I thought you could only freeze cooked bread.
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Date: 2023-11-29 05:12 pm (UTC)See, here's the thing. They aren't afraid of that. They are afraid of what is different and choose to not understand it. They want to not understand it because it lets them be afraid and angry and superior. Trust me. I was the most popular guy in school. I know how it works.
[With that he has some of his pasta and grins at the other thing.]
Of course you can freeze bread. You do it pretty late in the process and it lasts about six months. Not that I ever let it get that far. There are just some days you want hot bread. Or cinnamon rolls. I've usually got a backup pan of that.
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Date: 2023-11-29 05:43 pm (UTC)At least Steve seems to have seen the error of his ways. It gives her hope that the rest of their stupid town can be redeemed, too. Hopefully.
Chasing a pea around her plate, she looks up at him through her lashes and shakes her head slightly, amused. ]
Steve, you know what telling me this means, right?
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Date: 2023-11-29 06:01 pm (UTC)I really don’t know what telling you this means at all. I’m not El. I can’t get into people’s minds.
[He’s also not Henry but that’s a whole other thing he’s not evoking. Instead he’s focused on eating the primavera and critiquing it in his head. Not enough zucchini he thinks.]
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Date: 2023-11-29 06:14 pm (UTC)But he won't, because of the kids. And Eddie won't, because of Wayne.
She sets her chin in her palm again and smiles, tilting her head to take him in fully. ]
You're going to have to make me breakfast one day.
[ She winks at him, then takes a bite of her food like she's punctuating a sentence. As her mouth registers what she's just put in it, she can't help making an involuntary noise, her eyes closing. ] Oh my god.
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Date: 2023-11-29 06:18 pm (UTC)Not that any of that can be expressed. The question isn’t raised, the conversation isn’t happening, and Steve is smiling in pride at the reaction to his cooking.
Until he processes the other thing.
You’re going to have to make me breakfast one day.
There are implications to saying a thing like that. The reason you’d make a girl you were dating breakfast would be that she had stayed over. The idea makes him blush, just a little.]
So, uh, you like it then?
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Date: 2023-11-29 06:24 pm (UTC)Slipping into flirtier waters makes her feel a lot more even-keeled.
Reaching out around the side of the island, she pokes his shin with her toes, not quite a kick, not quite a caress. ]
It's really fucking good, dude. I was right about getting spoiled.
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Date: 2023-11-29 06:35 pm (UTC)[He does like his own cooking after all.]
A guy’s got to eat, you know? It doesn’t take much difference in time and effort to cook for two.
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Date: 2023-11-29 06:44 pm (UTC)[ Also, wow, they really do exist in different social strata, don't they? To her, this is special-occasion food. There's vegetables in here she'd never buy on her own, ones she knows the names of but can't remember if she's ever eaten. Most vegetables she ingests come out of a can, more often than not, things that are cheap and shelf-stable and don't require refrigeration until opened. Steve eats like this all the time, by his own admission.
It's strange to think that if they were dating, like actually for-real dating, maybe he'd cook like this for her all the time, too. ]
So you're saying delicious home-cooked meals are a predictable perk of the Dating Steve experience?
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Date: 2023-11-29 06:47 pm (UTC)I mean, yeah I guess? But wouldn’t you prefer something fancy? Like a restaurant or something?
[Clearly he hasn’t cooked for other people nearly as much as he could have. There had been a bit of nerves there, and saving it for special occasions. He’d cooked for Tommy and Carol here once and he’d gotten teased that he’d make someone a very good wife someday. So it had been uncomfortable.]
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Date: 2023-11-29 06:55 pm (UTC)[ She doesn't sound upset by this listing of facts, more amused that Steve doesn't seem to get where she's coming from. It makes sense, probably, considering his upbringing. All the houses in Loch Nora cost more than she thinks Wayne has ever made cumulatively in his entire life, let alone what he can afford to pay right now. Steve's always been surrounded by people of the same class as him. He grew up thinking it was normal.
Normal to Eddie, at least before she washed up on Wayne's doorstep, was going to bed early so she wouldn't feel hungry after having to skip dinner because there was no food in the fridge. Normal was walking to school in the winter with her dad's sweatshirt on instead of a coat because coats cost money and she'd just outgrow it anyway. Normal was using duct tape to fix holes in her shoes because she was lucky if she got a new pair every two years.
Normal for Eddie is eating stale tortilla chips out of the bag, a can of reheated soup hunched over the sink, and a forgotten Twizzler fished out of her jacket pocket and calling it a balanced meal. ]
This is fancy.
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Date: 2023-11-29 07:18 pm (UTC)I’m sorry. I… guess I don’t get it. Mark another point down for Steve not understanding other people.
[Good at people sometimes, completely clueless like this.]
At least you had Wayne though.
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Date: 2023-11-29 08:06 pm (UTC)He's also not a big reader, which means he probably didn't spend all of his childhood, escaping into other peoples pearls and lives like edited. Maybe that something that will change if you ever actually listen to the tapes, she got him, or maybe it won't. Either way he's changing now and that's the important part.
Her smile grows fond. ]
Yeah. At least I had Wayne. Way better dad to me than my own ever actually was.
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Date: 2023-11-29 08:11 pm (UTC)I think Hawkins might be a, like, magnet for bad fathers. You can’t escape them here.
[Lonnie Byers was apparently shit. Ted Wheeler was uninvolved in his childrens’ lives. Max had mentioned a lot of shit about Neil. Dustin’s father had never really been in the picture. And Steve’s father…]
We’re all sort of doomed to bad fathers I guess. They just don’t care.
I'm at work now so I'm doing phone tags, I'm sorry for all the typos 😭
Date: 2023-11-29 08:16 pm (UTC)[ She kicks him again lightly, pushing against his leg with her toes as she smiles at him. ]
They're really lucky to have you.
Don’t worry about it i know it happens
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