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   âincluding me? of course including me, silly,â kara quickly replies. after all, thatâs 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 â now that heâs gone? it seems like sheâs 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 itâs all on her shoulders and sheâs unable to stop the full steam ahead attitude that seems to have befallen her lately.Â
âwell, thatâs â well, thatâs a fair assumption,â 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. âitâs not like alex and i are super bad at cooking, we just â our talents lie elsewhere, is how eliza would put it.â more accurately, alexâs talents lie with punching people and karaâs is stumbling over every day actions that the average human would normally perform with ease. âbut yes, thank you!â she flops a hand through the air, clearly ecstatic with the positive review. âslow and steady wins the race, right? it worked for the tortoise, so why wouldnât it work for the danvers?â she laughs again and shakes her head at her own words. sheâs pretty sure if alex was still here sheâd either roll her eyes or throw a spatula at her head. âiâm sure that, with your input and science-y brain, weâll have this cracked in no time.â
âyouâd be saving me a lot of grief,â 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 canât 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 sheâs 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. âoh, uh â start again. right. the baking.â kara quickly nods and moves the dirty plates from the table and drops them into the sink. âitâs okay, i can clean everything later. you donât have to do that â i have some other bowls and stuff in one of the cupboards â gimme a secâŚâ she darts to the other side of the room and rummages around before returning with about five or six bowls. âwill these do?â
    the blush is helpless now. nothing lena can do will calm it down. sheâs 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. âgood to know.â she mumbles it softly and doesnât bother to turn around to look at kara. and maybe her energy is strange, but sheâs exhausted and not even close to drunk enough to start unpacking the way she feels. not now. not in karaâs kitchen. muffins. blueberry muffins.Â
   lena finally turns around with a smile plastered on her face. sheâs sure it might be a little hollow, but itâs not entirely false. itâs hard to fake anything with kara. sheâs never felt sheâs had to. itâs her own head yelling at her and sheâs pushing it down with little success. âlisten, i canât exactly say anything about it. i have no idea how to cook. but baking is science.â she feels the blush deepen and she shrugs with an air of nonchalance. âslow and steady is the way to go. i canât fault the logic. so youâre doing just fine. perfection takes practice.â she takes another sip from the wine and sighs as it slides down her throat. âme and you together? weâre quite the team. i think we could figure anything out together.â she raises and eyebrow as she whispers the words conspiratorially.Â
    she licks her lips and tastes wine and wishes it was something else. she bats that thought alone. âiâm a guest. the guest always help clean up for theyâre a garbage guest.â she watches with faint humor as kara lumps together a mishmash of bowls. she canât help but god to honest giggle at the sight. âshould be fine. let me read this recipe.â 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. âyeah, i donât think weâll need more than that. and i will help clean when weâre done.â she finishes her glass, her body finally warming. she straightens up and looks at kara. âhey, um, do you think i can borrow some clothes?â she presents herself with a flourish of her hand. âi am not in baking attire and itâs honestly not comfortable. if now, we soldier on.âÂ















