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Anytime, Iris. 😉

You do know the next time there's some big greeky sciency thing, you are totally coming as my date, right? You owe me for this. It was in the small print of my messages, jsyk.

[ barry remembers the first time he met dr stein. the train ride had been one to remember, and the last time he ever felt like a bumbling fool who didn't leave damage in his wake. he remembers how he'd fumbled over telling him of iris, of how he was attending the particle accelerator reveal with his girl friend, who wasn't his girlfriend, but was his friend who was a girl. and he wanted her to be his girlfriend. ]

[ the day the particle accelerator was set to be switched on was the best day of his life. spending it with iris over something he enjoyed immensely, wanting to share that interest with her — he hadn't known it'd be the day that would change his life forever. ]

[ no one can blame him for wanting to relive something like that with her. ]

[ g r o a n. ]

Exactly how much science will be involved?

[ teasing! she's teasing. iris doth protest too much. before that fateful day of the particle accelerator explosion, there was no date iris wouldn't cancel and no plans she wouldn't push aside if it meant accompanying barry on an adventure. bonus points if it involved a lifelong dream of his.

that much hasn't changed. ]

I'm just wondering if some concessions will be made.

[ barry isn't so sure what he'd even drag iris along to, but he's certain if he wanted to open every door in a hallway and keep it open to see what pops out of it, if anything does at all, she'd do it with him. something stupid, something sciency, something investigative-like. ]

[ as much as he likes science, barry feels like he's had too much of it to last a good lifetime. not that iris needs to know. sometimes he thinks that confession may upset her more than amuse her. ]

What kind of concessions are you thinking?

So I know how much science needs to be involved. You know how intense this planning is.

And here I thought you'd be recruiting me into helping you find the caterpillar.

[ iris, don't give the man ideas.

... then again, she wouldn't be entirely opposed. they strive for the same goal, as a scientist and as a reporter, but their means can differ. he once reminded her of that. iris purses her lips, allowing a moment or two of suspense before she answers. ]

I get to pick what we eat, and you've got yourself a deal.

Ughhhhhhh.

[ it's not the worst deal in the world. in fact, she could've said he's never to ask her to tea time, he's to stop looking for the mad hatter, he has to be honest with her, he can't fuck up the timelines. ]

Is this going to last for a week? A day? A month? You need to tell me ALL THE DETAILS of this deal, Iris West.

I can't sign unless I know. I'm not easy. And I'm starting to get real hungry so this is an EMERGENCY. 911.

[ well, then.

iris had been talking about choosing dinner for that one day they're off doing something science-y together. here barry is assuming it will last longer than that. she doesn't correct his assumption. she's wondering how long she can actually get away with it. ]

It's hardly an emergency when you're ALWAYS hungry.

A week.

Take it or leave it.

This is DIFFERENT.

It's the type of hunger that turns people INSIDE OUT and UPSIDE DOWN.

It's the John McClane of hunger, and I think it's going to last for two long painfully hungry weeks instead of one.

[ see barry allen: he's watched ocean's eleven enough to have learned nothing at all on how to gamble, though he's pretty sure he could pull off robbing a casino now. but he sure does know how to raise the stakes dramatically. ]

there's a type of hunger that does that?

[ iris would love to know how your mind works sometimes, bartholomew. don't think she hasn't noticed that he's being terrible at this gambling thing. she could continue upping the stakes while barry pitifully attempts to meet her halfway, or— ]

Race you to the dining room.

[ she's sort of cheating since she'd already been moving toward it when they began talking about food. she is, in fact, already stepping inside of it right about ....

....

....

now. ]

Edited 2016-08-17 23:23 (UTC)

[ she'll find barry's already there. feet propped up on the table in a demonstration of very poor manners that'd inspire mr higgins into a fit, he's stuffing his face with food. tipping his head back, he's feeding himself grapes. all that's missing is a gigantic palm fanning him. ]

[ when he opens his mouth, nothing sensible comes out. what he's meant to say: you're late. what it ends up sounding like: sjdkfls. but he does manage to clearly say: ] Iris!

[ and waves his hand before he flicks his wrist and a grape flies into the air, forms a smooth arc, and lands in his mouth. ]

[ of course, barry almost falls out of his chair trying to catch it. ]

[ iris snorts, a fondness to the sound, as always.

if they were twelve, she'd all but point and laugh. as it is, she plops down on the chair beside him, grabs one of those luscious grapes, tosses it high, high into the air, and catches it like a boss. then she leans back satisfied. ]

Barry!

[ en garde. ]

[ in a high-pitched and excited voice, he mocks her kindly, ] Iris!

[ he rests his feet on the ground and grabs a muffin quite quickly, shoving that in his mouth with the speed of the flash. he taps the table in a beckoning of her before he even manages to chew and swallow. ]

[ and he throws a random grape at her. whether or not his aim is accurate, or the arc of the grape goes anywhere near her — it's up to iris to decide if she's skilled enough to try and catch it, or if barry allen simply sucks at spontaneously throwing grapes. ]

Hey.

[ i rolled the dice for this btw. iris caught it well enough, narrowly missing her mark. once the sneaky grape has made its way into her palm, she tosses it into the air too, and lets it sink into her mouth, head tipped back. victorious and smug, she lets herself fall back on her chair again. ]

Have you eaten actual food since we got here, or have you been subsisting on cupcakes and muffins alone?

[ he rambles on at a flash-like pace, ] I had a pizza and pasta and a burger — You know they don't have Belly Burgers here? — and something that was really spicy, and I had this whole buffet the other night …

[ barry finishes his muffin, then grabs the nearest glass and drains it. he isn't necessarily an uncontrollable eater. he paces himself quite well at home, but there's something about wonderland that makes him as excitable as a boy — except one who's hooked to the speed force and its abundant amount of restless energy. ]

[ finally settling into his chair, he gives her a sheepish shrug. ]

Sometimes I get bored. And it's a good distraction.

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