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[morethan084]

[Skye hesitates to answer because despite not being official or anything, she still feels the need to protect SHIELD's secrets here. Only a few people know and that's because they are also aware of it back home.]

I worked for myself.

[Which isn't a lie, until she was taken in by SHIELD. She tries to make it sound as dull as possible in the hopes that he doesn't feel the need to press for more info, even if he's just trying to make conversation.

Saved by the food. Moving her cup of coffee out of the way she thanks the waitress after she places their food on the table.]

This is one of the very few reasons being stuck here isn't always the worst.

[quipsandthwips]

[He rubs his hands together, giving a little smile.

(Even if he wonders about that obvious shift in conversation; he sees you, Skye.)]

You mean the fact that I don't have bills to pay and I make actual money to afford pancakes?

You bet.

[morethan084]

Right? This place makes me feel like I'm easily middle class for once in my life.

[Is it really a joke when it's the truth? Getting a forkful of food, Skye practically makes into her seat.]

I could live off of this.

[At one point she's literally done just that.]

How's yours?

[quipsandthwips]

[He blinks up at her owlishly, mouth full of pancakes.

... Gulp.]

... Really good.

[Wow, wait, is half the stack on his plate already gone???]

[morethan084]

Yeah, I can tell.

[How the hell could he eat all of that already?]

Let me guess, you've competed in eating contests?

[quipsandthwips]

[He finally seems to realize this is mildly embarrassing, and the laugh he offers reflects as much.]

... I guess I can't lie, I've definitely done a eating competition to afford rent once.

Still narrowly lost to some skinny Asian kid I could've fit into my pocket, though. Some luck.

[morethan084]

Hey, no judgement here. I've done a lot worse.

[...

That was way too much information and it reflects on Skye's face as her amused smile fades a little before quickly trying to deflect.]

I knew you looked familiar.

[He didn't.]

Were you at the Coney Island eating contest?

[quipsandthwips]

[....................]

... That might've been one I've participated in...

[oh my golly]

[morethan084]

[It's hard to tell if he was telling the truth or not.]

Wait, are you serious?

[quipsandthwips]

[EHEM]

Noooo, no, not at all!

Why would I say such a thing? Totally not serious.

[........ with shifty eyes, he eats more of his food]

[morethan084]

I mean if you were, I think that’s pretty impressive.

[Why would he be embarrassed by that? Or is he just pretending to be?]

I’ll have to keep that eating contests in mind, you know, if I ever need extra cash. Not that I could keep up with someone like you, probably.