Status: closed @marcellushart
Location: House of Abundance (aka Bowie, River, and Fox’s apartment)
The scene plays out exactly like it might have five years ago. Bowie stands barefoot in front of the stove, one foot resting atop the other, keeping herself effortlessly balanced as she tends to the last pot of gumbo for the season simmering before her – smoked sausage, andouille sausage, shrimp, chicken, crab, seasoning and all stewing to perfection. Wooden spoon in hand, she stirs. She stirs, and stirs, and stirs. A mindless motion while her thoughts carry her elsewhere. There’s no harm in it, is there? Cooking dinner for her friends is a beloved hobby, and after all, Marcellus is her friend. Inviting friends over for a bite to eat, however, doesn’t typically extend itself into spending the first half of the day cleaning the apartment from top to bottom. It sure as hell doesn’t usually mean kicking Fox and River out, but she can’t stress enough that just this once, their presence isn’t welcomed in the home they’ve created together. Not for the next few hours. She needs this time alone with her ex without disturbance – to talk, of course. Marcellus and Bowie, they do need to talk about it all, about everything. But she’s pulled from her thoughts when she feels his warm presence first before hearing his steps creak across the floor. A smile grows on her face as he draws nearer until he’s looming over her at the stove. Laughing, Bowie gently pushes Marc away. “Boy, if you don’t get from by this pot. You know better than that. Move,” She teases as she faces him, one hand on her hip, the other balancing the spoon on the edge of the pot. This, it feels different from their other encounters since reconnecting, but in the best, most natural way imaginable. Running into him out in public is one thing, but this is its own thing entirely. He’s a stranger in this home, but he fits right in like he’s been here all along. Like he’s meant to be here.
