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"You would be the best person ever if you did," Gabe asserted, popping what remained of his bougatsa in his mouth and savoring the last mouthful of it before moving on to the loukoumade. The baklava was for last. The way Mal had described it had reminded him of his favorite mooncake filling, and he wanted to save it for last just because of that. "Though you'd have to bring enough for Rhys, too. Sweetie might feel left out if you don't."

Another laugh, hand going to his mouth so he didn't spit little bits of nuts while he did, and he managed to finish that mouthful off before speaking. "I could... Not really used to vegetarian cooking, though." Already he was pondering what sort of things he could bring over that the two could both enjoy, and he tilted his head to Gabe. "You'll hafta tell me if there's any icky green things or whatever you won't eat."

Gabe paused in the action of bringing the loukoumade to his mouth, staring at Mal in surprise for a minute or two before finally managing to ask, "Rhys is a vegetarian?" Well. He felt like an idiot. How did he not know that vital piece of information?

Gabe didn't know? That surprised him, and Mal's brows shot up briefly before he shrugged it off. "Must be more recent, then." He could only assume Gabe would've figured it out otherwise.

"Maybe, but Rhys and I don't really eat together that much." Gabe shrugged. Whenever they did eat together, it was usually sharing sweets or something. "And that isn't exactly the sort of thing that's ever come up in conversation."

"Oh." Mal would've thought they'd done a lot of things together, being roommates and as close as they seemed to be. Then again, Gabe seemed to get worried about the silliest shit, no matter how little he knew someone, so...

Mal shrugged. "I only found out cause I wouldn't let him leave without eating when he passed out on my couch. He is not a drinker, apparently."

"Honey, I could have told you that," he said, shaking his head in amusement. "I don't think I've ever seen him touch the booze whenever it's been brought out." He hadn't wondered about it too much at the time, of course, not being much of a drinker, himself. Besides, certain types of alcohol could burn quite a bit going down. Maybe Rhys hated that, and, really, Gabe couldn't blame him for that. "Though... why were you giving him alcohol, anyway?"

"It was right after we'd seen the video. Of Mister Hutchins." That was not a topic Mal wanted to get into. "It really seemed to affect him an' I just... wanted him to relax a little and not run off to do anything stupid." He shrugged with that, and then grinned. "It worked, though."

Rhys would probably never trust any drinks Mal offered again, but oh well.

The very mention of the Hutchins video made Gabe wince a bit. He had actually watched it several times over, though the first few times had been to reassure himself that he hadn't been imagining things and that really had been a greycloak that had killed him. The last few times had been enough to make it sink in that X-Dav would be looking for Rhys, and if the greycloaks worked for X-Dav, he didn't want to know what might happen if they happened upon each other one day.

"That was sweet," he said after a minute, grinning as he popped the rest of his loukoumade into his mouth. So tasty, these things! "But I don't know that alcohol was the way to go."

Mal shoved the last bite of baklava into his mouth, shrugging while he chewed. It had worked, even if it hadn't worked the way he'd expected, and that was all that mattered.

After swallowing, he grinned to Gabe. "You ever drink? Kinda wonder what you'd be like."

"Nah." Gabe shook his head. "Never liked the taste." Never mind the fact it could ruin your liver. Gabe was perfectly content to not have his liver irreversibly wrecked by a drink, thank you very much. "If I had to guess, though, I'd probably either be a weepy drunk or one of those really clingy ones."

"Some of the fruity cocktails got no taste at all," Mal noted. While he was fine with straight rum, or rum and soda, or, well, rum and anything, the occasional cocktail was delicious on top of being alcoholic. He leaned back to give Gabe an appraising look. "I'd bet on clingy. Which would be adorable."

"The fruity ones taste better without the alcohol." He was quite fond of virgin daquiris, actually. "And it's adorable for the first half-hour or so. After that, it starts getting a little ridiculous." He had a friend back home who was one of those clingy drunks. If you got up for all of two seconds, she was firmly convinced you were abandoning her. That was how he had wound up smooshed between her and the arm of her couch one birthday. That hadn't been particularly fun.

Virgin drinks were kind of silly, he thought, but if people enjoyed them without the alcohol... Then again, couldn't those just be called punch? Mal shrugged, not really wanting to go into that.

Mal had never met a clingy drunk that was that clingy, lucky for him, but that also meant they were probably not on the same wavelength. "Psh, I could cuddle someone for hours if they needed me to."

"Well, yeah," Gabe agreed with an emphatic nod. "Cuddles are the best things in the world, but one of my friends back home was kind of like that." He shrugged. "She was a little more on the needy side of clingy, though. Another one of our friends was getting up to go get his camera out of his bag, and she was convinced he was abandoning her until he assured her he was just going for his camera." He shook his head. People were weird sometimes, he supposed.

"Pfft, shoulda just used a cell." They took decent enough pictures for such things. He only really used his good camera for... well, all those photos he took of the monsters. Not much else lately, since dropping his photography class. "You'd probably just pout a lot til I came back, though," he said, grinning.

"I think he would have, but if I'm remembering correctly, I think Sarah took it from him and hid it with his keys." He shrugged. His friends were just weird. The key hiding had made sense, though. Everyone else had been drinking and they had driven over (Gabe hadn't, simply because public transportation was infinitely easier than driving around in a city) and the keys had been dumped into a bowl of water and promptly stuffed in the freezer (at Gabe's own insistence). Though why his friend had taken the cell phone, he honestly couldn't remember. Something about not wanting him to drunk text his girlfriend, maybe? He shook his head. "Oh, honey, you know I would, but only because if you got up, I'd lose my pillow, and you're comfortable."

Hiding someone's phone? Friends did some pretty strange things, he knew, and that was actually pretty tame to some of the things his friends had done... or the things he'd done to his friends. Still, he'd probably be annoyed if someone hid his phone...

"You know I am," he said, a hint of teasing in his tone. "And you know I'd come back, too."

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