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“including me? of course including me, silly,” kara quickly replies. after all, that’s what best friends do for each other, right? she would do absolutely anything and everything for her very first best friend, winn schott. his happiness meant everything to kara and she made sure to try and foster that as much as she could if and when the situation allowed and now – now that he’s gone? it seems like she’s a little lost without his guidance and little toy figurines littering both her apartment and the deo. it was normally his advice that helped her keep her friendship with lena on track. now it’s all on her shoulders and she’s unable to stop the full steam ahead attitude that seems to have befallen her lately.
“well, that’s – well, that’s a fair assumption,” kara laughs, the small movement causing her glasses to slip down her nose a little. she quickly pushes them back with a flour covered digit, cheeks darkened all the while. “it’s not like alex and i are super bad at cooking, we just – our talents lie elsewhere, is how eliza would put it.” more accurately, alex’s talents lie with punching people and kara’s is stumbling over every day actions that the average human would normally perform with ease. “but yes, thank you!” she flops a hand through the air, clearly ecstatic with the positive review. “slow and steady wins the race, right? it worked for the tortoise, so why wouldn’t it work for the danvers?” she laughs again and shakes her head at her own words. she’s pretty sure if alex was still here she’d either roll her eyes or throw a spatula at her head. “i’m sure that, with your input and science-y brain, we’ll have this cracked in no time.”
“you’d be saving me a lot of grief,” kara attempts to joke, though the grin on her face softens to that of a small yet intimate smile; a smile that only really seems to appear around the youngest luthor. as she watches the liquid disappear from the glass, kara can’t help but frown a little. is something wrong? unable to help herself, she attempts to calm her thoughts and still the air around her as she fine tunes her hearing in the hopes of figuring out why lena would be acting so weird. all she hears, however, is the slightly fast beat of her heart. well, the rate she’s downing that wine seems to be a fair enough explanation for that. kara makes a mental note to slowly move the wine away from her friend before it can get worse. oh, kara. how dense you are. “oh, uh – start again. right. the baking.” kara quickly nods and moves the dirty plates from the table and drops them into the sink. “it’s okay, i can clean everything later. you don’t have to do that – i have some other bowls and stuff in one of the cupboards – gimme a sec…” she darts to the other side of the room and rummages around before returning with about five or six bowls. “will these do?”
the blush is helpless now. nothing lena can do will calm it down. she’s close to saying fuck it and allow kara to hear and see whatever she wants. her fingers tremble slight as she nears the sink. her fingers curl into the porcelain and she lets out a shaky breath. “good to know.” she mumbles it softly and doesn’t bother to turn around to look at kara. and maybe her energy is strange, but she’s exhausted and not even close to drunk enough to start unpacking the way she feels. not now. not in kara’s kitchen. muffins. blueberry muffins.
lena finally turns around with a smile plastered on her face. she’s sure it might be a little hollow, but it’s not entirely false. it’s hard to fake anything with kara. she’s never felt she’s had to. it’s her own head yelling at her and she’s pushing it down with little success. “listen, i can’t exactly say anything about it. i have no idea how to cook. but baking is science.” she feels the blush deepen and she shrugs with an air of nonchalance. “slow and steady is the way to go. i can’t fault the logic. so you’re doing just fine. perfection takes practice.” she takes another sip from the wine and sighs as it slides down her throat. “me and you together? we’re quite the team. i think we could figure anything out together.” she raises and eyebrow as she whispers the words conspiratorially.
she licks her lips and tastes wine and wishes it was something else. she bats that thought alone. “i’m a guest. the guest always help clean up for they’re a garbage guest.” she watches with faint humor as kara lumps together a mishmash of bowls. she can’t help but god to honest giggle at the sight. “should be fine. let me read this recipe.” she leans on the island, her elbows on the counter as she bends over to the read the words. she worries her bottom lip with her teeth as her eyes wander the paper. “yeah, i don’t think we’ll need more than that. and i will help clean when we’re done.” she finishes her glass, her body finally warming. she straightens up and looks at kara. “hey, um, do you think i can borrow some clothes?” she presents herself with a flourish of her hand. “i am not in baking attire and it’s honestly not comfortable. if now, we soldier on.”















