<span style="color: #0080FF">"Have you been talking to Rhona a lot lately? It sounds like you've been talking to Rhona a lot lately."</span>Tarrok observed. Typically, the snarky android didn't want much to do with the relentlessly optimistic feline. Slowly, he'd seen the navigator tolerate her presence more and more.<br/><br/>Snark was good, though, he reminded himself. Being able to poke fun at some of the most important things to you was healthy. Considering them too sacred led down too many obsessive paths. Just be glad she hasn't picked up some of the navigators less endearing traits.<br/><br/>The saiyan certainly didn't resist her embrace. At this point, he was fairly certain he couldn't if you held him back. Strong hands slipped to her waist, like they belonged their. Lips met lips with unspoken cooperation, a unity of purpose. Yes, he did in fact lo-<br/><br/>Wait, was something burning?<br/><br/>Something stung his nose, and he looked up alarmed. No smoke, no signs of a fire expect the one he started. Then the obvious hit him upside the head. They'd been fooling around so long and neither of them had checked the pot.<br/><br/>Tarrok mumbled an apology, and felt his spirits sink just a bit. With a ki assisted bout of flight, he carried them both back to the land. Opened the pot and let a plume of heat and steam rise out. Good news was, soup was salvageable, though they lost a few pieces of meat.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Sorry."</span>Tarrok mumbled out again. Screwing up an impromptu date was... a new sensation for the mercenary.