Remy LeBeau smiles. "Well, it should happen during ot'er t'ings too. Well, if y'loved him y'should miss him a bit." But then she has a completely random question. "Me? Well, I ride m'bike. I play pool, I go t'random places t'be alone and explore. Not'ing special I guess. I also play cards a lot. How about yerself?" he asks, before scooping in another mouthful of the gumbo. He does seem to be slowing down on the food however... finally.

"I don't do much that would be considered fun my most. I cook. I practice my katas. I listen to music of different styles as I do cleaning around here. Sometimes I watch the television here. I watch the food network channel, and the Court tv as well. It's good to see people brought to justice." Her own bowl is finally seeming almost clean, and she is using her beignet to get the stray bits. "Will you actually have room for the pie? If not, I will make sure to send some of it and some ice cream back with you."

Remy LeBeau just grins at her, "Oh I'll have room for de pie, just give me a few minutes," he says, trying not to laugh. "I'm a bottomless pit, don't worry." He fits the rest of his gumbo in his mouth, looking similar to a hamster as he chews. Red eyes stay on her for a moment as he swallows. "Not'ing wrong wit dose activities. Sounds pretty normal t'me."

With the way Remy's face looks, Laura smiles a bit, and a few soft puffs of sound come from her. "This is good. Let me know when you are ready." Laura is content to relax a moment in her chair, letting her stomach also rest a moment. "Thank you for saying my activities are normal. Most things I do are not considered that." Laura pours herself another shot, and quickly pours it into her mouth, with barely a bit of red on her face from the alcohol.

Remy LeBeau lounges back in the chair, and covers his mouth as he burps softly. "'Xcuse me memselle," he apologizes, before he tilts his head watching as she does another shot of whiskey. "Y'could probably drink dat bottle and it wouldn't do much would it?" he asks, curious.

Laura smiles a bit again, and nods her head softly. "You are excused." She says, as he was polite enough to ask. When then asked about the drink, she looks at the bottle, and shakes her head. "If I quickly drank down the full contents of a bottle, it would last a few moments where I am not fully feeling myself. It is fun to drink though I have noticed. And with my heightened taste, it makes sharing a bottle almost intimate. Not with the shot glasses, but drinking from the same bottle, as I get their taste on it when I take a drink. As odd as it might sound to actually enjoy."

Remy LeBeau raises a brow at her. "Drinking from de same bottle? But if y'can taste dem on it, why not jest kiss dem instead? Wouldn't dat be much more enjoyable den jest passing a bottle back and forth?" he asks. It doesn't quite make as much sense to him as it probably does to her. But then he's sniffing towards the pie. "I'm ready if y'are?"

"Actually, we had only kissed once before that, when he had gotten jealous of another guy talking to me. I know you could just kiss the person, but it's a different way to be close, right as many people are around, and might watch. Something you can notice that no one else can. Kissing is certainly enjoyable, but people do get bad impressions of a person if they just do so too intense in public." Laura explains why she likes sharing a drink that way, and then moves to stand. "I shall be right back." She then moves silently into the kitchen, and pulls the pie, still warm from the oven, and sets it on a counter before getting two plates, and two new clean forks. She cuts them each a large slice of pie, before getting out the ice cream, and putting scoops next to each slice. Soon she is returning, and setting the plates down. "This is the first pie I have made. Usually I make cakes. Cakes make people smile more from my observation."

Remy LeBeau is smiling as she sets the plates down, looking up at her. "I dunno, pies make people smile too. I find dessert in general seems t'do dat. Not jest cakes," Remy says. He looks at her thoughtfully. "I guess y've got a point. But it only works if both people can enjoy it I guess." He offers a shrug, waiting for her to sit before taking a bite of the pie.

Laura does move to sit, and smiles softly as she does so. "Perhaps it is a different mode of thinking. To be able to cast off opinions others might have of your own public affections. I have observed in the past how it makes others feel. Sometimes they like to see people caring for another. Other times though it makes people sad to see it, and even sometimes angry. Even though I'd enjoy another's company enough that I would kiss them, I would not wish to do so in a way that might make others upset. It just would not seem fair." And that is why Laura kept herself so controlled most of the time. She could and has gotten emotional, but often times, it has hurt people. So she has found it best to be the toneless, quiet and polite youth she is. "Eventually, I will try to make other deserts as well. They are nice to eat after a good meal. I am even contemplating getting an ice cream maker. I saw one recently at a mall store, and it can also be used to make sorbets. During the following summer, it would be good to have such cold treats readily available." The small weapon then takes a small bite of her pie, and smiles gently. She had worried about making this crust, but it seems it turned out just as the recipe described.

Remy LeBeau shrugs. "As I've said b'fore, t'each der own. Everyone is different. Jest got t'make sure yer not ruining yer own happiness fer someone elses'." He then takes that bite of pie, chewing slowly as he savors it. "Delicious," is said after he swallows. "Y'seem t'do well wit dese recipes," he offers, before taking another mouthful. He chews thoughtfully. "I've never thought about getting an ice cream maker. Always jest bought it already made. D'y'tink it would taste dat different?" he asks in that thick Cajun accent of his.

"I cause enough suffering and death in the past. It is only fair now I put other people's comfort now before my own." And that's one way of trying to make up for all the wrong you're done most of your existence. The compliment though brings another smile, and a soft blush. "Thank you. I try my best not to skip a step, and to make sure I follow all measurements exact. As for home made ice cream... I've seen some ice cream shops state they have it, and they seem to do well in business. I tried it once. It seems to be a little softer, so you must make sure to eat it fast enough before it gets messy, but I found that very large cones they place it in to be an added taste that is very agreeable. Those too, are also home made. The overall effect was well worth it's price."

Remy LeBeau chuckles, shaking his head. "Y'still should make sure yer happy too though Laura. It's one t'ing t'try and make up fer yer past, it's another to ruin yer own happiness for it." This coming from the master thief. "Well, y'did well following de recipe. Sometimes t'ings do come out better if y'stray from de rules and recipes though. In m'experience at least. Not always, but sometimes." Then the Cajun goes back to enjoying his dessert.

Laura slowly begins to enjoy her own as well, noting just why people seem to like the ice cream with the pie. "There are small moments on my own where I can be so selfish, Remy. I do take them when I can. I can not just do so every moment. I do things this way so others can have more happy moments of their own. This is more important." Green eyes look at her plate, and she thinks a little. "When I feel more competent in my own cooking, perhaps I will attempt to deviate. As I am still learning much about different foods and flavors I do not think I am ready. Some day though."

Remy LeBeau points his fork at her. "See, and I disagree. Y'might not feel competent in yer cooking, but y'can obviously follow a recipe and make excellent food. You'll never feel competent if ye just wait for de feeling t'arrive. What will make y'feel competent is deviating from de recipe and getting compliments on that. If the recipe wasn't going to taste delicious dey wouldn't put it on tv, or in a book for others t'follow."

Laura smiles, but she shakes her head. "When others deviate from recipes, they often already have a good grasp on what spices and foods taste like. Until I was on my own, there was so many foods I had never tried. There are still a lot I still need to taste. I do not wish to fail." She was trained to make sure she did not. As much as that was her past, some things were hard to unlearn. "People could get ill from a bad deviation in an ingredient. I am still learning what they call the basics on the television. I am fine with taking my time on this."

Remy LeBeau offers a shrug. "I have a feeling you don't fail often in anything," Remy states honestly, quickly finishing off his slice of pie and ice cream. Fork gets set down and he leans back in his chair, comfortable and relaxed. "Jest don't spend too long taking yer time memselle. Got t'push boundaries sometime."

"I have. And those failures were not small ones." Laura does not explain any further, deciding not to darken the dinner conversation. At least not any more then she has. "I test my limits often, just perhaps not with food. My continued learning of social interaction with people. I test my abilities as well. There is so much of things I do not know, that people would normally. I focus most on learning these things."

Remy LeBeau smiles. "Fair enough den. Y'seem like a good kid dat's had a bad streak of luck in her life. If y'need help wit dese things let ole Remy know. I'm usually pretty good wit de social aspects of life, and I could give y'a hand. Especially if I get fed like dis now and den. We Cajuns live t'eat."

Laura smiles a bit as well. "I must ask that you do not refer to my as a kid, child, or any other title to refer to my age. I find such things demeaning to what I really am, and to be honest, I was never those things. To be called such things means I will not be taken as seriously. I am often very serious. As for assistance... I am unsure what things I still need to learn. I just know that I am not normal. Any assistance would be welcome though, and I would like to have more shared meals with you regardless. They do not need to be a form of payment. They are a showing of friendship."

Remy LeBeau gives a slight wave of his hand. "Didn't mean t'be demeaning. But it'll be noted not t'use dat phrase around ya. As fer de other t'ings? Even if y'come up wit a question down de road, feel free t'ask. I know I hinted at it being a form of payment, but I meant it more as a friendship t'ing as well. Give and take. Sort of how it works, need t'remember y'might not pick up on some of de hidden meanings. Not used t'it."

Laura blushes slightly, and shakes her head. "I am still very used to things being said as they are meant. I must remind myself often that even though I still speak like this, the people around me are not the people who trained me. They are normal people, and they have been taught certain nuances I might not always understand. I apologize for not understanding better. I will try to remember this in the future. As for the kid reference, it was fine this time, as you did not use a demeaning or patronizing tone. I just do not like the sound of the word used in reference to myself, and thought I should make you aware. Any questions I tend to have I do ask, unless I think it is a subject they do not wish to speak about."

Remy LeBeau gives her a slight nod. "Fair enough den." He then grins a bit. "Should work on all of dat blushing too. Don't do it so often. Even people who are what y'might call normal don't always pick up on nuances of t'ings. It's jest part of life and living. Everyone misses t'ings."

The youth realizes what her face is doing, and she frowns a little. "You are right. I should learn to better control my emotions. It is not always easy. Not once I began to try to feel things I was not used to. I was not used to feeling so many things." There is a brief breath let out form the girl, as well as a low rumble in her throat. "To be more normal seems to be in less control of yourself at times. Am I wrong in this observation?"

Remy LeBeau rubs his chin, looking at the table. "Sometimes. Most 'normal' people have little control over der emotions. I find being in control of dem is a good t'ing. Sometimes it's learning when t'loosen de reins and let dem out. Emotions are important. I might not be de best person t'ask about dem. I tend t'not show mine. But many people do. Tends t'be different from person t'person I guess."

"Daifu seems to not hold in his emotions at all. We are animals, and I think at times he finds my own lack of displaying myself frustrating. When he's happy, you know. When he's angry... it's best to be away from him unless you can heal. I find the only things I can often express are the bad feelings. There were other things, but they were more private sorts of feelings. I am unsure how long it will take to better know these things, and when to express them. You not showing your feelings is fine. From your lack of talking about your past, and what you did share showed to me that you are afraid of growing to close to others, as they might leave. This is very understandable."

Remy LeBeau sets his jaw a little bit as she speaks. "Yes well, when he's angry he is dangerous. I can attest to dat. As fer m'self? Well. Yer perceptive, I'll give y'dat Laura," he states. His tone loses it's emotion as does his expression. The master poker face. She touched a nerve it seems. "Jest know when t'show dose private feelings t'de people dey matter most to." Hello Pot, this is Kettle. You're black.

Laura does note the changes, and another brief burst of air is let out. She lets it go though, as it was for the better. "He is indeed dangerous. I will also speak to him about how he deals with people. I do apologize for his actions. Even if he felt he was doing what was right, there are different ways to approach things. As for my feelings, I can not help expressing them at times. I am honest. I would not wish to lie to anyone. It makes trust issues." She then looks at their empty plates. "I'll send with you a good part of the pie left with you when you do decide to go home. I am glad you liked it."

Remy LeBeau listens to her, and quirks one side of his mouth up in an emotionless smile. "I can handle m'self. Even wit him. As fer de pie? Dat's yer call. Won't go t'waste wit me. I can promise y'dat. But don't feel like y'need t'send me home wit anything Laura."

Laura shakes her head. "I know I do not need too, but as I will be also taking some of what you brought before you leave, it is only fair. And also, I enjoy sharing what I have made. I will also give you bits of the other things from tonight as well. At least this way, breakfast, and perhaps lunch will be taken care of for you as well. And do not worry about food for me. There will be plenty still, and the fridge is well taken care of." With this, the teen does stand, and gather up the plates, and brings them into the kitchen to set into the sink. "I have appropriate containers for transport."

Remy LeBeau shakes his head, amused. "D'y' at least want some help with clearing de table, putting t'ings in containers? Any of it?" he asks. "No offense, but ye sound like ye've read handbooks on how t'host de perfect dinner party. And while fer fancy parties it's true, wit ole Remy y'can just keep de food, or send it home, or put m'to work helping clean up. I don't mind. I'm pretty easy."

"I did not use my real name." She admits softly. "I do not have any certificates to back up any name really, but I had some for a different name as provided to me by Sarah. She had prepared them right before we were going to leave. I haven't not used them before this, so they would not know to trace it so long after. Thankfully she made a few different profiles, so I was able to provide a set for Megan and Debbie, and still have a few for myself. She was very intelligent." The rave haired youth now begins to split the food into equal parts, and begins to store things into containers. Some for him, and some for her own fridge.

Remy LeBeau nods, continuing to rinse the dishes before he starts putting them in the dishwasher for her. "Good t'know yer being smart about it," he offers, watching as she breaks up the food. "Feel free t'take everything I brought. I can make it anytime," he says, wanting to make sure she doesn't try to give him the lion's share.

Laura turns, and actually sticks her tongue out very briefly at Remy. A foreign gesture from her, but it seemed appropriate for this. "I will not. I believe in sharing. Not taking as I please." That was more Victor's motto. Do as you please, take as you please. She then continues to split up food. "I was trained before on how to assume identities. Sometimes they were needed to infiltrate places when the mission was slated as data or person retrieval. Sarah had help with these identities but sadly her friend also died the night they were getting me out of The Project. It was unfortunate."

Remy LeBeau can't help but grin as she sticks her tongue out at him. "Please Laura? I mean yer giving me de pie, and I really don't mind letting y'take all of de gumbo. We're still sharing. Next time I'll take more depending on who cooks what. Come'on. Y'know y'd like two or three lunches out of dat gumbo, not jest one," he offers, smiling. He doesn't follow down the conversation path of identities or death any further.

Another bust of air is expelled, and Laura nods her head. "I did enjoy it very much. As you insist, I will keep the gumbo. You are still getting some of the appetizers as well as pie. Next time, I will make sure you leave with more." And much like her father, the small weapon could dig her heels in on an issue, and not budge. This was her doing so. "Leftovers are things I enjoy as it makes it faster to have a meal during the day as I'm doing other things. Will any rice be acceptable though? I have a bamboo steamer and jasmine rice here, but if there is a type of rice that is better for it, I can get it tomorrow."

Remy LeBeau thinks about it for several minutes as he closes the dishwasher and dries his hands. "I'd suggest either dirty rice or white rice. But I've never tried it with jasmine rice. Might give it a different flavor. Should try de jasmine rice, and if it doesn't taste right, buy one of de others," he suggests.

Laura nods her head. "I enjoy the scent of jasmine rice as it cooks. It is subtle, but a god smell all the same. If it does not work with the flavor, I will try another. Why do they call it dirty rice?" The food has been set into storage containers, and now two are being moved to be placed into the bag Remy originally brought with him.

Remy LeBeau gives her a shrug. "Not sure honestly, but I'd guess it has t'do wit de stuff in it. De spices and such. Make it look... dirty I guess. Not bright and white like everyday rice. Or even bright and brown. Der's specks and stuff from de spices. But dat's jest speculation on m'part."

Laura thinks on this, and nods her head softly. "Perhaps this is the case. I just thought it was an odd name for a food that others wish to be appealing for consumption." Cause things that are 'dirty' should not be eaten. She then thinks a little. "I do not have much in the way of entertainment, if you would like to stay further. There is the television, but that is about all we have here. We are usually busy with other things, so we don't relax a lot."

Remy LeBeau shakes his head. "I don't want t'be a pest, and I do have some other t'ings I should get done t'nite, but I do appreciate de dinner invitation, and de meal, and de company honestly. T'ank you. But I should probably be getting m'self out of yer hair now." He flashes her that brilliant smile of his.

Laura smiles quite a bit herself. "You have not been a pest or 'in my hair' at all, Remy. I am just un used to keeping company. I mean Hank is here, but he is often a focused man, and I'm here to make sure he takes care of himself and sometimes take breaks. Any time you wish to have dinner again, please give me a call. I will even purchase a movie to view? I am glad to have been good company, and you were as well. Even if not for dinner, if you need something, you have my numbers."

Remy LeBeau chuckles and nods. "Sounds like a plan den," the Cajun says. He moves towards his trench coat and sunglasses, putting them on, then moving towards the bag Laura packed for him. "T'was a pleasure memselle, and y'will be hearing from me soon t'do it again," he says.

Laura bows her head, and then moves to get the door for her friend. "This was indeed a pleasure. Thank you for this experience, and I look forward to trying some new things with you soon. Please be safe on your way home, and take care." Cause we didn't need any more fresh bruises. Oh no.

Remy LeBeau shoots her another grin. "I'll try," he offers, before heading out into the night.