Landon could feel the odd tension in the kitchen, but kept the speculative look from his face as he considered his options.  In the end it really didn’t take much thought however, beer having been one of the basic food groups in the service.  “I’ll take a beer if you’ve got one,” he said with a smile as he crossed to the table and took a seat, knowing better than to try and get his own drink on his first day ‘home.’<br/><br/>When Claire joined them he popped the top off of the beer and took a sib, breathing in the wonderful aroma with a wide grin, his eyes laughing at the memory.  “Well if this tastes half as good as it smells I might…<em>might</em>let you live that down.  I mean, you did try to kill me if I remember correctly, I might still have a bit of brain damage from those green tings though,” he teased, bumping her leg with his knee as he went about building his fajita, piling a bit of everything onto the tortilla.<br/><br/>When he took his first bite he groaned slightly, having almost forgotten how good homemade food could taste.  It was one of the things he truly looked forward to enjoying again, food that wasn’t completely bland and tasteless.  “You outdid yourself Claire… these are amazing,” he said between bites, the first one disappearing quickly.<br/><br/>“So tell me how you’ve been, how’s business?” he asked as he went to work on another fajita, glancing back and forth between his two friends.<br/>