"I like that your answer to acid reflux is us having ice cream," he teased her. Though while it wouldn't help with that, it would feel good on the tongue after something spicy. Ice cream was something they both enjoyed, Kate having more than once eaten from his fancy pints back when he'd had a fridge. He might not drink regular milk much these days, but he did indulge in ice cream every so often, caving in to his sweet tooth. "Which flavor of it do you have? The honeydew?" They were going to be so full after this morning, but given they hadn't eaten much lately, they were due it.
Kate had laid the bag of Takis near him on the counter so Matt could snag more as needed, but when he felt the touch of a chip to his lips, he happily ate it that way without thinking. In retrospect, he should have reached up and taken it with his hand rather than just eaten it with his mouth. It was instinctual though, nothing nefarious. Surely friends laughing and teasing and shoving food in one another's faces was innocent?
He cleared his throat and reached into the bag for the next Takis.
"Foggy would be having a field day right now with this. He'd never let me forget I said this processed shit wasn't bad." If Foggy was still alive, would Matt even be doing it? Or would he stubbornly refuse to even try it so that he could never let his best friend crow about being right? Matt might have held out for the sake of his ego then. Now, though? Now it just made him feel closer to Foggy. Closer to Kate.
"I used to really like sour candies. And frozen pizza rolls. Maybe some of those." He paused then added, "To be fair, I got my abilities to taste through shit when I was nine. Don't blame me if the last time I remember tasting what food is like for most people is a child's palate."
He paused then, realizing he was just sitting, relaxing, eating, and playing with Lucky while she worked. "I'm sorry. Did you need help? I probably wouldn't trust me near a stove I wasn't used to, but I can still cut and pour things if needed."
"There's gonna be time to worry about acid reflux. But this is your chance to try everything you normally can't." Kate argued, firm on her belief that Matt was going through temporary thing. She'd rather take that. She'll take screwing completely with his stomach and then mourn not being able to share unhealthy snacks with him, only to watch him recover his powers. "Of course I have the honeydew melon, it's the best flavor by far. I've got it in popsicles."
And he had to be the one person in the world she didn't feel coy about while having a popsicle. Like eating bananas in public.
Honestly, she was delighted with this. Being able to feed him the things she enjoyed and Matt gladly taken them without the usual bitching. Pleased to watch him take it, Kate grabbed another Taki and moved on, loving every second of how Matt remembered every thing he liked to eat before his accident took more than just his sight.
"Hey, I'm not judging! I think it's pretty cool you can get to experience again what all of those things taste like. Because, just so you know, I'm ordering all of those after breakfast. And whatever else you can think of," she mentioned as she started flattening the beef mince into patty's, having already mixed it with a few of the spices that stocked her mom's kitchen. "And you know what else we are having later? Instant noodles. You have to at least experience once a meal that only needs a kettle to be done."
As the pan started making frizzling noises, Kate also started the grill. "What? Matt, no. You always cook for me." She pointed out as she crossed the kitchen again. She stopped once she was behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck and briefly hugging him from behind. "This is my turn to pamper you a little."
"You have a point. I don't want to make a habit of this." This meaning losing his powers. While it did mean that he could experience the world like she did, and he was making the most of that gift, he wouldn't give up his powers for the world. Not now that Stick had taught him how useful they could be. "But we might as well make the most of it, even if our stomachs hate us later. And I don't think I've tried the popsicles. Just the ice cream." Popsicles sounded more refreshing and easier on the stomach, though.
Kate always reassured him that he wasn't being lost in the past when he had moments of childhood whimsy. It did mean a lot to Matt. He gave a soft smile in her direction, his gaze even further off than usual without his other abilities helping him to direct his eyes towards her face. She was the only other one in the room but Lucky so it was for her. "Okay. Instant noodles. I think we have the whole day's meals planned. I'll need a little break in between the burger and noodles and pizza rolls. My metabolism isn't as young as it used to be."
He heard the sizzling but stayed seated as Kate insisted she didn't need help. "All right. Lucky and I will just sit here like pampered princes." At the hug he leaned back into it, offering a side arm around her to return it. "So is this what you like to cook the most? When you do get in the mood. Or what did your mom used to cook for you?" He remembered her saying once that Eleanor liked to be in the kitchen. Was she secretly a burger woman, too?
"You're allowed to call in sick more than once." Would Matt be doing better tomorrow? She couldn't tell. But maybe this was some blessing in disguise? Not simply a warning for him to take things easier, but actually some time for him to have the recovery he had been denying himself for weeks now. "And yeah, exactly! This doesn't need to be a shitty break. You can make the most out of it and enjoy the things and places that are normally too much for you."
"Oh, come on, stop talking as if you were old." Older than her, sure. But his metabolism? It could sure take anything.
Or so Kate kept telling herself, stubborn about how the age gap between them both didn't really mean all that much. Matt is simply too obstinate. Believing that enjoying the things he did as a child is something that he should feel ashamed off or that there was an abyss between them that, in some cases, mattered.
She squeezed him a little in that brief hug, burying her face on his shoulder as she enjoyed the way Matt leaned back into her. Pulling away, she headed straight for the drawer where she kept some of Lucky's treats, instantly getting an excited bark out of the pup as Lucky left Matt's side to claim the dog biscuits. He caught a couple as Kate tossed them to him, but she handed Matt the bag before she headed back to take care of their breakfast.
"Normally I like to cook quick stuff. A lot of packet stuff," she admitted. "But mom enjoyed doing homely meals, specially when I was a kid." She remembered the caceroles fondly. "She hired a chef sometimes if she was too busy at work or if she was planning to throw a party. But mom won't say no to burgers or even homemade pizza."
"Stomach trouble isn't a good enough reason to call out of work," Matt argued, because in his mind, his powers would surely have returned by tomorrow. Surely they would. "I understand not going into the office when you're contagious, but that's it." At least those were the standards to which he held himself. "But yeah. We can eat what we can until then." He would allow that he did need to take it easy until he got his powers back if possible.
"Hey, it's middle aged problems to need to work to keep the weight off," he said in return, because while he didn't consider himself geriatric, it was just logic that he couldn't eat the way he did when he was in college or his early twenties. He did have a very tight suit he needed to fit into, after all. "It also means that I don't eat an entire pizza and get hungry two minutes later now."
Matt took the bag of treats when she handed them over, teasing Lucky, "I see where your real loyalties lie." The dog had after all left his side to get a good snack. Matt couldn't blame him and he tossed one towards Lucky for good measure, hearing the dog eating it. The dog was noisy enough that even Matt now could hear him.
He made a little face at hearing she usually cooked packet items, murmuring, "There's so much sodium in those, Kate," because he couldn't help himself. Hearing about her mom was sweet, though. "Casseroles, huh?" Matt made a mental note of that. He could cook casseroles. "A homecooked burger or pizza is great. I love making pizzas. I actually haven't ever made a casserole before if you can believe it. What kind of casserole do you like? Those ones that are almost chicken pot pies? Ones with pasta or rice in them? Tater tot casserole?"
"No. But being shot multiple times, beaten, cut and barely getting any sleep? Just because we had a few really good hours of shut eye that doesn't mean you've recovered, Matt." For once, Kate sounded deadly-serious about something. Because, honestly, those hours of sleep had done wonders for them both, but they probably needed an actual bed and a good night's sleep. Hell, Matt's face might not been as swollen as it was a few hours ago, but he still had some nasty bruises.
What was he going to tell his girlfriend about them?
"I think you do enough excercise to make sure you don't get any extra weight." And even though Kate's old coaches would have teared their hair off if they saw how Kate eats these days, between her metabolism and her strict routine of jumping over rooftops? That was sure keeping those extra-calories at bay.
With the burgers now on the grill and the bacon fried, the scents of their breakfast starter filling the room. "Delicious sodium," she corrected as Lucky pressed his paws to Matt's hips, trying to reach the bag of treats. Kate cut the bread into thick slices. "Oh, that's hard to pick. I really liked the stew-ish ones. Or sausage casseroles! The gravy really does the trick."
"My powers haven't recovered yet," Matt admitted. "I'll take it easy until they do." As easy as he could. Once his powers returned, he couldn't still sit idly by, though. There was too much that needed to get done. He thought it was a fair compromise to rest until his body recovered enough for him to get back to its full capacity. If he waited for every bruise to heal, he'd be out of commission for days.
"You'd think, but that's not always the case. Besides, you just feel better when you don't eat like shit the majority of the time. I'm not saying to never have a treat, but the treats shouldn't be your main diet." Even if someone was skinny that didn't always mean they were healthy.
He smelled the burger and bacon sizzling, his stomach growling again. "Stew ones I'm familiar with. I don't think I've heard of sausage casseroles. I'll have to look that up."
"I'm just sayin'. Maybe you could start keeping the mortal wounds to a once a week deal." Giving her tone, she was clearly teasing him though. Because Kate had to accept this was good enough, she couldn't ask more of him. After all, that would make her a big time hypocrite, considering Kate herself wasn't someone to slow down despite of how her body demanded it at times.
"Are you saying that fried and sugary goods are not really at the top of the food pyramid? Damn..." Kate's diet was not always awful, but she certainly indulged now that her career as an athlete was not her main worry. However, she won't admit it to him what a good influence he's been to her culinary taste lately.
With the cheese now melting over the sizzling beef, Kate toasted the bread and got the cheetos out. Now, it was time to take care of those fried eggs!
"Who knows? Maybe I'll surprise you with one next..."
"Trust me, I'm not aiming to get injured." He fed Lucky another treat, ruffling the dog's head. He leaned down and kissed the soft fur. It was such a nice, easy moment being in Kate's kitchen. Despite how enormous the entire place was, it felt warm and inviting to him because of Kate and Lucky. "I'm aiming to teach Lucky more tricks. Did you see he knows how to hug on command?" Matt was so proud of the canine.
Smelling the food sizzling on the stove made Matt's stomach growl again and he ate a few more of the Takis to tide himself over and be patient. "Fried and sugary makes me think of funnel cake. Or churros. Which we don't need to add to the list today," he was quick to preface, since he knew Kate might leap to indulging whatever came out of his mouth. "My mind just goes to fair food when I think of those two words."
"Maybe save it for another night if you wanna make one. I think we have enough food on our list to burst. by all means though, if you want to introduce me to sausage casseroles, be my guest." It was clearly a dish that meant a lot to Kate, so he wouldn't take that away from her if she wanted to make it. He also didn't mind being the one to do it, though. "Your burgers are smelling great."
"I love how he now gives hug on commands," Kate agreed, sounding delighted. "It's the cutest thing."
Even as Kate cracked those eggs - which of course didn't turned out as perfect as they normally did, not the day she was company! -, it was hard not to be distracted by just how Matt was all over the place with Lucky today. Normally, her friend adored the dog, but Kate could tell that he struggled with Lucky's smell. Today? The ruffling and scratches.
... Is it possible to be jealous of a dog?
"My friend Grills," Kate started, "Not Greer, she's a friend from college." Kate quickly clarified. "Grills is one of the LARPers. The firefighter who found Clint's Ronin suit?" She's sure she's told Matt about that a long time ago. "Anyway, he's so talented when it comes to teaching tricks. He did this thing... It made Lucky dance. I swear, I don't know how he did it. And he made it look so easy!"
"Matt, when was the last time you had churros!" Kate sounded shocked, almost as if she was struggling to figure how someone could miss out on so may great things. As she did, she was starting to plate up her burgers. The bread, now toasted, was warm and crispy on the surface. She placed the beef later, with the cheese she had melted on it at last minute. The eggs went next and she could already tell they would be pretty runny after the first bite. Opening the cheetos, she cracked a few and sprinkled it on top.
"I'm tempted to put on some sriracha like I normally would. But that might be a little too much for you." She placed the plate next to Matt. "You want ketchup or something? Drinks?"
"I guess being a firefighter might go hand in hand with being good with dogs," Matt smiled. He had a lot of respect for first responders, and Kate had only ever spoken fondly about this one. "Honestly, the job sounded cool when I was younger. Ride around on a truck, save lives, hang with dalmatians. It's probably not so glamorous in real life, but good to know the dog part isn't entirely off base." He still didn't quite understand LARPing, other than dressing up like characters, but he was doing his best to understand such an important part of Kate's world. It was clearly a community in and of itself, and communities meant so much.
"Oh, I've had churros plenty of times," he assured Kate, clarifying. "It's how something is made that makes the difference. If it has a ton of processed chemicals or unbalanced flavors and poor quality ingredients, I can taste that. It's not that I hate sugar in and of itself, you know I keep ice cream in the freezer." Matt had a sweet tooth and he wasn't afraid to admit to it. "I just need it to be made with clean ingredients. Now, I try and eat healthy most of the time, but I treat myself every so often to dessert. Hence the ice cream. I probably had churros a year or so ago." He'd sometimes gone to fairs with Foggy and Karen. "Like I said, the words 'fried' and 'sugary' just made me think of them, not that I've never had them."
"No on the ketchup, yes on the coffee. And if you usually put siracha on it, then let's do it. I want the full Kate burger experience. If my stomach hates me later I'll blame myself for it." He smiled at her, she had to know that he'd take what she said as a dare whether she meant it that way or not.
"That's a good point." He had no idea if Grills actually worked with dalmatians, but she could tell he was an animal person and wouldn't think twice if he was asked to help a cat down from the top of a tree. The whole LARPer group was made of such wonderful people. Like Wendy, who was part of the decent people still working at the police force. "Is that what you wanted to be as a kid? A firefighter with a dalmatian best friend?" She wouldn't be shocked to hear Matt had always wanted to help people.
"So, just fresh churros made with the best ingredients, huh? I'll keep that in mind." She knew he wasn't a weirdo that banned unhealthy food, but she loved teasing him about it regardless of whatever hid in his fridge of freezer.
After he encouraged her to add the hot sauce and letting him try exactly how she enjoyed her burgers, Kate couldn't help herself and kissed him on the cheek. "You're the best, did you know that?" It was a silly thing, but it was hard to contain her excitement about sharing something like this. Silly as it could be.
Trying not to overdo it with the hot sauce, he got his burger ready for him. "Okay, fair warning, but this might get a little messy." She tolds him. "And don't worry a second about it."
"Firefighter was definitely on the career roster when I was a kid. Also boxer, which my dad hated, and a chef, a lawyer, a marine biologist, an astronaut... a lot of the usual ones, I imagine. Pretty early on though I settled on law." Matt's father had been supportive of any career that didn't involve Matt fighting. He'd always wanted Matt to use his brain rather than his fists. "What about you? I know professional athlete was one of yours, but were there others?"
The kiss to his cheek surprised him but made him smile. It was sweet to share in the excitement of sharing her favorite burger. He could hear it in her tone even without his powers. It reminded him that the little gestures were so important. To make people feel seen and heard, and not just to keep them safe. He tried to always keep that in mind, but he sometimes fell short. Now was a good reminder and he tapped the table in anticipation. "I'm ready. I have water, let's do this."
His fingers felt along the table in front of him until he found the plate and then the burger on it. He lifted it up, feeling the heft of it in his hands. He took a small smell of it, noting the beefy, eggy, spicy scent emanating from it. "Cheers," he said with a smile, raising the burger in her direction before he took a bite. The flavor exploded in his mouth, but not in an overwhelming way. The egg did run, the burger was a bit messy, but he'd worry about his beard and fingers later. "That's... really good, actually." He took another bite, then a sip of water. Spicy as all hell, but it worked with the fattiness of the egg. It'd take him some getting used to tolerating this spice level regularly, but this morning it was a pleasant if a touch painful treat. "My first breakfast burger, you get the honors of saying you made it happen," he teased her. "I never would have thought to put an egg and chips on it."
"Oh, I so wanted to be a marine biologist too!!" Didn't all kids go through that phase. "A vet too, obviously, and zoo keeper. Probably because I wasn't allowed to have pets." It was the one thing Kate had not been able to get away with, no matter how almost every Christmas she asked for a puppy. She still remembered hearing the ton of arguments that started between her parents, with her dad wanting to dote on her but her mother reminding him that she wa the one who would have looked after the animle while he was away on his work trips. "Hmm, for a while I wanted to be a cop too, hoping to work with the Avengers. Then I wanted a coffee shop, an elevator lady, a pilot. And an athlete, yes."
Putting a couple of capsules on the coffee maker, Kate filled herself a glass with tap water. She grabbed a roll of paper towels to use as napkins as she returned to Matt's side, pulling back a chair to take a seat by his side. She couldn't take her eyes off him, almost spell-bound over what his reaction would be like.
Her smile was so wide it promised to make her cheeks hurt.
"Really? You like it? I know I'm not even a fraction as good as you are, but I love my burgers and--" And she was so happy to be able to share them with him. Something she knew he enjoyed so much, cooking for other people. For once, she could treat him. "You're kidding! You never had a runny egg in your burger?!"
"All the animal careers, huh?" Matt smiled, picturing that perfectly with Kate. "You know, you can volunteer at shelters. I know you have your own pet now, but if you want even more animal time and can find free time, they let you play with the animals and take them for walks and stuff. Or you could foster." None of which Matt did, but he'd heard about it. Matt had advocated for it furiously when he'd been young, but his father hadn't let him have any pets, either. In their case, it was because pets weren't allowed at their apartment. "The fostering is more responsibility though, obviously." He loved that people who wanted company could go to shelters and provide attention to animals that desperately needed it. "You'd have to be careful though to resist adopting everything while you were there."
When his hand brushed the paper towels Matt ripped off one, offered it to Kate, then took another for himself. He wiped at his face, getting most but not all of the mess off his beard, and cleaned his fingers. He set the napkin aside then to dive back into the burger, well aware that he'd need to use the napkin again before the meal was through. It was all right. He didn't mind getting down and dirty with his meals sometimes.
"Hey, don't put yourself down," he chided when she said she wasn't as good as him. "You should love your burgers. They're really good. I've had eggs before on a burger, but never with crushed hot chips and siracha. Foggy had a burger once that had mayo, peanut butter, and an egg on it. That one I did not try, but it's haunted me ever since." He said it jokingly, but honestly, the worst part about it had been the processed peanut butter. Maybe if it had been fresh he'd have taken a bite. It struck Matt then that he wouldn't like Kate's burger as much when his powers returned, because of the processed chemicals in the chips. Unless they somehow found a clean ingredient version of them.
"But that's the thing," Kate started, shocking herself as she actually didn't just jump into the possibility of helping around some defenseless animals in need of love and attention. "That's the thing. If I set foot in a shelter or fostered some animals I know I'd end up with 7 kittens, some senior cats and dogs, maybe a parrot and probably a hedgehog or something crazy." Is it a sign of maturity to actually worry about that? Maybe just the fact that she lives by herself...
Thanking Matt as he handed her a paper towel too, Kate dug in, all the rich flavors she expected suddenly bursting in her mouth as she could taste exactly what her friend did. She ate enthusiastically, proud of all the compliments Matt happily offered.
Swallowing, she sucked her fingers clean before she let out a groan of distaste. "Peanut butter and mayo? Really? Okay, that's too much even for me." Shaking her head, she drank a little before he took another bite of that cheesy, spicy wonder.
Lucky circled them both and then sat obediently by Murdock's side, at times even placing a paw on Matt's lap as he clearly begged to have a share of those burgers.
"No, that's fair," Matt agreed. "Know yourself and know your limits. Besides," he added with a smile as he gave Lucky a piece of meat after wiping off what hot sauce he could from it, "You did rescue and save this guy." Of course Matt had caved and given into the begging, even if he tried to give Lucky a piece that wouldn't make him sick. He patted the dog's head then took another sip of water. "And yeah, that burger was certainly a choice. One of the rare times that one could call Foggy adventurous." That was something that had endeared Matt to Foggy, though. While Foggy had some partying stories, for the most part, he wasn't wild and crazy. He'd been a solid figure instead, a calm harbor.
Once the burgers had been demolished, Matt rose to his feet with a small groan. "I am going to help with the dishes," he informed Kate. "Just show me where the sink is. I don't mind drying if you want to wash." He couldn't spot check to ensure all the food was off as good as she could right now. "I'm feeling a little less sleepy now that I've eaten. If we take the coffee to go, we could go to the store. Maybe take Lucky for a walk with us." The prospect of being out in the city without his powers frightened Matt a little... which made him think he should do it all the more.
Maybe this was both a good test of his other skills, and a good reminder of the ways that other people lived.
"I heard about shelters and considered it before, you know? But its like one of those things when you feel like you don't really have the time to do it. And then you never make the time to do it." To be fair, lately she really didn't have much time off to do anything. But at least, yeah, Matt did have a point. She did have Lucky now. And making time for him to walk and look after the dog was her priority. She hated to leave him couped up at home just because she was busy!
"You know, he always seemed more adventurous than he really was. Like, the guy was the soul of the party." But then he always kept this tidy look and you could tell he was the kind of lawyer you could trust your life too. It was such a weird balanced thing,
"That sounds like a plan." After wiping her face and licking her fingers clean one last time, Kate grabbed her empty plate and took Matt by the elbow, guiding him around her kitchen. "You wanna keep it chill here around the neighborhood or do you wanna have a taste at China Town and busy areas? Since crowds are not so bad now..."
"No, I get you. There are so many good causes worth supporting but it's impossible to support them all. I always want to do more for the visually impaired community but finding the time has been a challenge. You do a lot though, Kate. You helped Lucky, you helped Marshall. You help a lot of people." He understood intimately the guilt of not supporting a cause that mattered to you like animal rescue did to her. So it mattered to him to reassure her about it.
Matt laughed softly a little. "Yeah. He talked a lot but he would be the first person to point out fatality statistics if you mentioned bungee jumping. He said he liked his life too much to risk it on something stupid." Matt's smiled turned a little soft and sad. "He was always getting on me for being too reckless, even before Daredevil. 'Who am I going to retire to a beach bachelor pad with, Matt?'" He did a really good mimicry of Foggy, even if his timbre of voice was different. "'You can't go off being an idiot because I won't be able to afford to live by myself when I'm old with all the cases you won't let us take.'" A playful argument they had so often. His voice returned to normal. "There was then talk about us hiring nurses to take care of us but that gets inappropriate so I'll stop there. But yeah. He took risks when he thought it was worthwhile. Minus the ones that left him with a hangover."
When at the sink Matt held the dishtowel, obediently waiting for Kate to hand him dishes to dry as she washed. "... I do love Chinatown. Okay. Go big or go home." If given a choice between comfort and a challenge, Matt Murdock always chose the challenge. "We need to get the noodles, anyway. If you're going to make me eat instant ramen I want a good one."
"That's it!" She kept delaying it. They always made plans and discussed things. Kate had even brought it up at a board meeting, interrupting everyone as they seemed ready to go home by pointing out that they needed to make a big donation to some of the organizations Matt had listed by her request. Kate was done postponing things. "Bishop Security is going to organize a charity event and I'm talking to the American Foundation for the Blind, the National Association for the Deaf and-- And the other organizations. I want them to invite people. To recommend a place. To make it accessible for everyone."
Maybe even Clint could come and speak at it. He would hate it at first, but Kate is sure he'd understand it would be for a good cause. "Next month. I need a deadline to get my shit together." And she sounded dead-firm about this.
As Matt opened up more about what Foggy was like, Kate simply listened. She did the dishes, passing them over as she chuckled softly, tuoched by the relationship Matt and his best friend shared once. "Oh, no, I get the nurse idea loud and clear, you pair of pervs!" And yet, the way she shoved him with her hips spoke for itself. It was all jokes and games.
It broke her heart a little though, knowing what a rough spot Foggy had been in. Because Kate could see herself in those shoes sometimes. Matt was an unstopabble force. He didn't listen, he would put it all at risk if that meant saving one person. Anyone but himself. Kate, at least, had the ability of following him, of trying to keep up. It would have driven her insane if all she could do was wait for him patiently at home while watching the news and begging for confirmation that Matt did not kill himself out there.
"I'd say we should get the Korean spicy ones, but I think we need to calm our tits with that. So, Tonkotsu insant noodles should do the trick."
It was strange. So domestic. So perfect.
They had slept together and Kate had been looking after him. She had cooked for Matt and now they planned to go out for a walk together.
Matt cast a bemused smile at Kate's explosion, her implementing a deadline upon herself. He'd just been lamenting his own inability to find time specifically for the blind community because he was so busy with his pro bono cases at work and Daredevil duties. "I swear I was just talking about my own putting things off. I get wrapped up in cases at the office, and then before I know it, it's time to put on the other suit and then it's time to get back to the police station to argue that no, a poor person stealing chips doesn't deserve jail they need assistance... anyway, I appreciate your help and I'll attend any benefit, but it wasn't aimed at you. I swear." It was just hard to focus in on a community that Matt felt he owed more to when he was already pulled at so many angles. He should do better at it, not foist it off on Kate. Even if her heart was so big she took it on herself.
"I'd suggest either reaching out or letting your donations committee reach out to organizations that are already involved in those areas? They could coordinate together to put on an event. That list I gave you, partnering with them would both decrease Bishop Securities' workload and also show good faith that you're aligning with an organization dedicated to that cause." He bumped her shoulder back. "I can't let my partner do it by herself, after all."
"I've only made ramen from scratch or ordered it at restaurants, so I'll leave the instant choices up to you." He set the glasses and plates on a towel to finish drying after he wiped them off, folding the towel once he was done. He set Lucky's bag of treats on the counter too and reminded Kate, "Better put away the Takis too or else You Know Who will get them." He adored Lucky but the dog would somehow reach the counter to eat the snacks. "If you can get me back to the living room I'll get the change of clothes and we can then be off. It'll just take me a few more times to remember the steps to all the rooms. I promise." He hated feeling like a burden, even if Kate never made him feel that way. It was just a part of his personality, of social implications, that not even Matt was above.
"No, no, I get it. I know it wasn't aimed at me or anything. But it was such a great reminder, Matt. And I'm done waiting for things to... Happen." Had she the faintest idea of how to put something like this together. Nope. But Matt had said it himself, he was her partner for a reason and could hook her to the right people. And plenty of those who had organized her mom's events could do their magic again. All she needed to do was pay them.
... Even if she did want to be genuinelly involved while organizing it. "I want to follow every suggestion they make. The last thing I want is to like, come up with some event that offends the people we're supposed to celebrate." She couldn't help herself, leaning into Matt a little closer. "Besides, I don't want that relationship to end after that one night. I wanna hire people with those disabilities, to keep working with the organizations. The whole deal."
They can't just make a change in the streets.
Following Matt' adice, Kate put away both the Takis and finished cleaning up the counter. The retrived was both as smart as he was shameless. "Matt, honestly, there's no hurry for you to learn. Besides, it's a big place." Quite big indeed. Soon, she was looping her arm around Matt's and guiding him through the penthouse, describing what surrounded them in the hopes he'll eventurally remember. It was only now that Kate was growing aware of truly how many rooms and places there was in her old penthouse, how challeging that could be for someone who couldn't rely on his sight.
"Huh, would you like to brush your teeth before we go out?" She asked as she finally guided his hands to the piles of clothes. There, he had so many options to pick from that he could go from a formal outfit to a far more casual look. "I'm - I'm pretty sure I have some spare toothbrushes." Kate couldn't help it, sounding almost coy at the offer as she remembered quite vividly how she had teased Matt over his own collection of spare toothbrushes and what that implied.
"It goes beyond an event, yeah. Not that there's anything wrong with companies that focus on events, and fundraising. If an organization has the capacity to work past those measures and not only fundraise by distribute those resources and build a work capacity, that would be amazing." It meant a lot that Kate cared to explore other avenues of advocacy, due to her capacity being larger. "I appreciate you wanting to include those who are impacted at every level of the events, and I'd like to know how they feel the funds would be best spent - and who they want to nix from the guest list."
It depended on the advocacy group. Some where more political and willing to work with a group that others found distasteful. Others would refuse 'Judas money' as they saw it, regardless of religion. So it was smart to see ahead of time who to trim from that guest list.
"I'm a smart guy," was his muttered response to her saying it was a big place in which she lived. He'd always hold himself to higher standards than he did anyone else. He counted as carefully as he could the steps they made and took, from the kitchen to the living room to get his clothing, to the bedroom to change. He chanted the numbers in his head like a mantra. He picked up the large pile of clothing, tucked to his chin, and waited for her to take his arm to guide him to his room. He hadn't thought about his teeth in all the mayhem, but... "... dental hygiene should probably happen. I'm assuming that the 1% of Manhattan just has these laying around for their many rich guests," he said dryly.
Once on the room he did clean up a bit, then changed into a business casual attire that she offered. He waited outside the room patiently... or at least he'd wait a few minutes patiently before trying to explore on his own.
For now, it was all wishful thinking, as the deeper they delved into these plans the more complicated Kate reminded herself that these things could be. "I know that as a lawyer this is not the kinda thing you do, but maybe I could hire you somehow to take care of thse things? Like, as a representative." Would she be making up a role? "You know, maybe Kirsten would cut you some slack then." After all, Matt would have helped for free.
After guiding Matt to his room and awkwardly handing that extra toothbrush (which she awkwardly clarified that was just laying around after getting a pack of 3 for Clint and herself), Kate disappeared into her childhood bedroom and her ensuite bathroom to brush her teeth and finally change into some clothes of her own. After all, she was still wearing Betsy's borrowed outfit.
Her wardrobe mostly consisted on clothes she'd worn on her late teens. But her mother often liked to surprise Kate during her visits, leaving designer numbers for her to wear at one event or another. Sometimes more casual pieces that had caught her attention and she knew Kate would appreciate. Some regular joggers or t-shirts with the company's logo.
The latter she normally wears at home or as pajamas.
With her hair up on a ponytail and wearing a dash of perfume, Kate headed to Matt's bedroom to find that... Matt was nowhere to be seen.
"Matt?" How come she's lost a blind guy?? "Lucky?"
"I'll help how I can without you hiring me, but I think the people who would know best what to do are those who already put on fundraisers at your company," he reminded her. "I'd let them handle it in conjunction with whatever group it's decided to team up with for the night. Normally the group is going to be the nonprofit chosen to receive the money at the end." After all, event planning was an actual job, full-time in many cases. If Bishop Securities already had a history of putting on those events, then surely they had a donations and fundraising department.
Matt discarded the robe once he was back in the guest bedroom, changing into jeans and a soft shirt. He had no idea what the color was, but it couldn't clash much with the jeans, could it? Hopefully the socks matched well enough too, Matt had had everything labeled at his apartment for that reason. To know what went with what. He brushed his teeth and then found his new guide dog, Lucky, waiting for him outside the door. "Ready to go for a walk?" he said to the dog, who barked and immediately led Matt to where his leash was located. Hearing Kate's voice Matt called out, "Here. I let Lucky guide me, I think to his leash." The dog nudged the leash against Matt's hand and he chuckled. "Yeah, we're at the leashes."
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Date: 2025-05-15 11:13 am (UTC)Kate had laid the bag of Takis near him on the counter so Matt could snag more as needed, but when he felt the touch of a chip to his lips, he happily ate it that way without thinking. In retrospect, he should have reached up and taken it with his hand rather than just eaten it with his mouth. It was instinctual though, nothing nefarious. Surely friends laughing and teasing and shoving food in one another's faces was innocent?
He cleared his throat and reached into the bag for the next Takis.
"Foggy would be having a field day right now with this. He'd never let me forget I said this processed shit wasn't bad." If Foggy was still alive, would Matt even be doing it? Or would he stubbornly refuse to even try it so that he could never let his best friend crow about being right? Matt might have held out for the sake of his ego then. Now, though? Now it just made him feel closer to Foggy. Closer to Kate.
"I used to really like sour candies. And frozen pizza rolls. Maybe some of those." He paused then added, "To be fair, I got my abilities to taste through shit when I was nine. Don't blame me if the last time I remember tasting what food is like for most people is a child's palate."
He paused then, realizing he was just sitting, relaxing, eating, and playing with Lucky while she worked. "I'm sorry. Did you need help? I probably wouldn't trust me near a stove I wasn't used to, but I can still cut and pour things if needed."
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Date: 2025-05-15 12:43 pm (UTC)And he had to be the one person in the world she didn't feel coy about while having a popsicle. Like eating bananas in public.
Honestly, she was delighted with this. Being able to feed him the things she enjoyed and Matt gladly taken them without the usual bitching. Pleased to watch him take it, Kate grabbed another Taki and moved on, loving every second of how Matt remembered every thing he liked to eat before his accident took more than just his sight.
"Hey, I'm not judging! I think it's pretty cool you can get to experience again what all of those things taste like. Because, just so you know, I'm ordering all of those after breakfast. And whatever else you can think of," she mentioned as she started flattening the beef mince into patty's, having already mixed it with a few of the spices that stocked her mom's kitchen. "And you know what else we are having later? Instant noodles. You have to at least experience once a meal that only needs a kettle to be done."
As the pan started making frizzling noises, Kate also started the grill. "What? Matt, no. You always cook for me." She pointed out as she crossed the kitchen again. She stopped once she was behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck and briefly hugging him from behind. "This is my turn to pamper you a little."
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Date: 2025-05-15 01:31 pm (UTC)Kate always reassured him that he wasn't being lost in the past when he had moments of childhood whimsy. It did mean a lot to Matt. He gave a soft smile in her direction, his gaze even further off than usual without his other abilities helping him to direct his eyes towards her face. She was the only other one in the room but Lucky so it was for her. "Okay. Instant noodles. I think we have the whole day's meals planned. I'll need a little break in between the burger and noodles and pizza rolls. My metabolism isn't as young as it used to be."
He heard the sizzling but stayed seated as Kate insisted she didn't need help. "All right. Lucky and I will just sit here like pampered princes." At the hug he leaned back into it, offering a side arm around her to return it. "So is this what you like to cook the most? When you do get in the mood. Or what did your mom used to cook for you?" He remembered her saying once that Eleanor liked to be in the kitchen. Was she secretly a burger woman, too?
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Date: 2025-05-15 02:11 pm (UTC)"Oh, come on, stop talking as if you were old." Older than her, sure. But his metabolism? It could sure take anything.
Or so Kate kept telling herself, stubborn about how the age gap between them both didn't really mean all that much. Matt is simply too obstinate. Believing that enjoying the things he did as a child is something that he should feel ashamed off or that there was an abyss between them that, in some cases, mattered.
She squeezed him a little in that brief hug, burying her face on his shoulder as she enjoyed the way Matt leaned back into her. Pulling away, she headed straight for the drawer where she kept some of Lucky's treats, instantly getting an excited bark out of the pup as Lucky left Matt's side to claim the dog biscuits. He caught a couple as Kate tossed them to him, but she handed Matt the bag before she headed back to take care of their breakfast.
"Normally I like to cook quick stuff. A lot of packet stuff," she admitted. "But mom enjoyed doing homely meals, specially when I was a kid." She remembered the caceroles fondly. "She hired a chef sometimes if she was too busy at work or if she was planning to throw a party. But mom won't say no to burgers or even homemade pizza."
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Date: 2025-05-15 05:43 pm (UTC)"Hey, it's middle aged problems to need to work to keep the weight off," he said in return, because while he didn't consider himself geriatric, it was just logic that he couldn't eat the way he did when he was in college or his early twenties. He did have a very tight suit he needed to fit into, after all. "It also means that I don't eat an entire pizza and get hungry two minutes later now."
Matt took the bag of treats when she handed them over, teasing Lucky, "I see where your real loyalties lie." The dog had after all left his side to get a good snack. Matt couldn't blame him and he tossed one towards Lucky for good measure, hearing the dog eating it. The dog was noisy enough that even Matt now could hear him.
He made a little face at hearing she usually cooked packet items, murmuring, "There's so much sodium in those, Kate," because he couldn't help himself. Hearing about her mom was sweet, though. "Casseroles, huh?" Matt made a mental note of that. He could cook casseroles. "A homecooked burger or pizza is great. I love making pizzas. I actually haven't ever made a casserole before if you can believe it. What kind of casserole do you like? Those ones that are almost chicken pot pies? Ones with pasta or rice in them? Tater tot casserole?"
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Date: 2025-05-15 06:10 pm (UTC)What was he going to tell his girlfriend about them?
"I think you do enough excercise to make sure you don't get any extra weight." And even though Kate's old coaches would have teared their hair off if they saw how Kate eats these days, between her metabolism and her strict routine of jumping over rooftops? That was sure keeping those extra-calories at bay.
With the burgers now on the grill and the bacon fried, the scents of their breakfast starter filling the room. "Delicious sodium," she corrected as Lucky pressed his paws to Matt's hips, trying to reach the bag of treats. Kate cut the bread into thick slices. "Oh, that's hard to pick. I really liked the stew-ish ones. Or sausage casseroles! The gravy really does the trick."
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Date: 2025-05-16 03:21 pm (UTC)"You'd think, but that's not always the case. Besides, you just feel better when you don't eat like shit the majority of the time. I'm not saying to never have a treat, but the treats shouldn't be your main diet." Even if someone was skinny that didn't always mean they were healthy.
He smelled the burger and bacon sizzling, his stomach growling again. "Stew ones I'm familiar with. I don't think I've heard of sausage casseroles. I'll have to look that up."
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Date: 2025-05-16 03:57 pm (UTC)"Are you saying that fried and sugary goods are not really at the top of the food pyramid? Damn..." Kate's diet was not always awful, but she certainly indulged now that her career as an athlete was not her main worry. However, she won't admit it to him what a good influence he's been to her culinary taste lately.
With the cheese now melting over the sizzling beef, Kate toasted the bread and got the cheetos out. Now, it was time to take care of those fried eggs!
"Who knows? Maybe I'll surprise you with one next..."
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Date: 2025-05-17 11:00 am (UTC)Smelling the food sizzling on the stove made Matt's stomach growl again and he ate a few more of the Takis to tide himself over and be patient. "Fried and sugary makes me think of funnel cake. Or churros. Which we don't need to add to the list today," he was quick to preface, since he knew Kate might leap to indulging whatever came out of his mouth. "My mind just goes to fair food when I think of those two words."
"Maybe save it for another night if you wanna make one. I think we have enough food on our list to burst. by all means though, if you want to introduce me to sausage casseroles, be my guest." It was clearly a dish that meant a lot to Kate, so he wouldn't take that away from her if she wanted to make it. He also didn't mind being the one to do it, though. "Your burgers are smelling great."
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Date: 2025-05-17 12:29 pm (UTC)Even as Kate cracked those eggs - which of course didn't turned out as perfect as they normally did, not the day she was company! -, it was hard not to be distracted by just how Matt was all over the place with Lucky today. Normally, her friend adored the dog, but Kate could tell that he struggled with Lucky's smell. Today? The ruffling and scratches.
... Is it possible to be jealous of a dog?
"My friend Grills," Kate started, "Not Greer, she's a friend from college." Kate quickly clarified. "Grills is one of the LARPers. The firefighter who found Clint's Ronin suit?" She's sure she's told Matt about that a long time ago. "Anyway, he's so talented when it comes to teaching tricks. He did this thing... It made Lucky dance. I swear, I don't know how he did it. And he made it look so easy!"
"Matt, when was the last time you had churros!" Kate sounded shocked, almost as if she was struggling to figure how someone could miss out on so may great things. As she did, she was starting to plate up her burgers. The bread, now toasted, was warm and crispy on the surface. She placed the beef later, with the cheese she had melted on it at last minute. The eggs went next and she could already tell they would be pretty runny after the first bite. Opening the cheetos, she cracked a few and sprinkled it on top.
"I'm tempted to put on some sriracha like I normally would. But that might be a little too much for you." She placed the plate next to Matt. "You want ketchup or something? Drinks?"
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Date: 2025-05-17 01:30 pm (UTC)"Oh, I've had churros plenty of times," he assured Kate, clarifying. "It's how something is made that makes the difference. If it has a ton of processed chemicals or unbalanced flavors and poor quality ingredients, I can taste that. It's not that I hate sugar in and of itself, you know I keep ice cream in the freezer." Matt had a sweet tooth and he wasn't afraid to admit to it. "I just need it to be made with clean ingredients. Now, I try and eat healthy most of the time, but I treat myself every so often to dessert. Hence the ice cream. I probably had churros a year or so ago." He'd sometimes gone to fairs with Foggy and Karen. "Like I said, the words 'fried' and 'sugary' just made me think of them, not that I've never had them."
"No on the ketchup, yes on the coffee. And if you usually put siracha on it, then let's do it. I want the full Kate burger experience. If my stomach hates me later I'll blame myself for it." He smiled at her, she had to know that he'd take what she said as a dare whether she meant it that way or not.
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Date: 2025-05-17 01:45 pm (UTC)"So, just fresh churros made with the best ingredients, huh? I'll keep that in mind." She knew he wasn't a weirdo that banned unhealthy food, but she loved teasing him about it regardless of whatever hid in his fridge of freezer.
After he encouraged her to add the hot sauce and letting him try exactly how she enjoyed her burgers, Kate couldn't help herself and kissed him on the cheek. "You're the best, did you know that?" It was a silly thing, but it was hard to contain her excitement about sharing something like this. Silly as it could be.
Trying not to overdo it with the hot sauce, he got his burger ready for him. "Okay, fair warning, but this might get a little messy." She tolds him. "And don't worry a second about it."
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Date: 2025-05-17 02:08 pm (UTC)The kiss to his cheek surprised him but made him smile. It was sweet to share in the excitement of sharing her favorite burger. He could hear it in her tone even without his powers. It reminded him that the little gestures were so important. To make people feel seen and heard, and not just to keep them safe. He tried to always keep that in mind, but he sometimes fell short. Now was a good reminder and he tapped the table in anticipation. "I'm ready. I have water, let's do this."
His fingers felt along the table in front of him until he found the plate and then the burger on it. He lifted it up, feeling the heft of it in his hands. He took a small smell of it, noting the beefy, eggy, spicy scent emanating from it. "Cheers," he said with a smile, raising the burger in her direction before he took a bite. The flavor exploded in his mouth, but not in an overwhelming way. The egg did run, the burger was a bit messy, but he'd worry about his beard and fingers later. "That's... really good, actually." He took another bite, then a sip of water. Spicy as all hell, but it worked with the fattiness of the egg. It'd take him some getting used to tolerating this spice level regularly, but this morning it was a pleasant if a touch painful treat. "My first breakfast burger, you get the honors of saying you made it happen," he teased her. "I never would have thought to put an egg and chips on it."
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Date: 2025-05-17 02:33 pm (UTC)Putting a couple of capsules on the coffee maker, Kate filled herself a glass with tap water. She grabbed a roll of paper towels to use as napkins as she returned to Matt's side, pulling back a chair to take a seat by his side. She couldn't take her eyes off him, almost spell-bound over what his reaction would be like.
Her smile was so wide it promised to make her cheeks hurt.
"Really? You like it? I know I'm not even a fraction as good as you are, but I love my burgers and--" And she was so happy to be able to share them with him. Something she knew he enjoyed so much, cooking for other people. For once, she could treat him. "You're kidding! You never had a runny egg in your burger?!"
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Date: 2025-05-17 03:01 pm (UTC)When his hand brushed the paper towels Matt ripped off one, offered it to Kate, then took another for himself. He wiped at his face, getting most but not all of the mess off his beard, and cleaned his fingers. He set the napkin aside then to dive back into the burger, well aware that he'd need to use the napkin again before the meal was through. It was all right. He didn't mind getting down and dirty with his meals sometimes.
"Hey, don't put yourself down," he chided when she said she wasn't as good as him. "You should love your burgers. They're really good. I've had eggs before on a burger, but never with crushed hot chips and siracha. Foggy had a burger once that had mayo, peanut butter, and an egg on it. That one I did not try, but it's haunted me ever since." He said it jokingly, but honestly, the worst part about it had been the processed peanut butter. Maybe if it had been fresh he'd have taken a bite. It struck Matt then that he wouldn't like Kate's burger as much when his powers returned, because of the processed chemicals in the chips. Unless they somehow found a clean ingredient version of them.
He'd enjoy it now and not let himself forget it.
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Date: 2025-05-17 03:25 pm (UTC)Thanking Matt as he handed her a paper towel too, Kate dug in, all the rich flavors she expected suddenly bursting in her mouth as she could taste exactly what her friend did. She ate enthusiastically, proud of all the compliments Matt happily offered.
Swallowing, she sucked her fingers clean before she let out a groan of distaste. "Peanut butter and mayo? Really? Okay, that's too much even for me." Shaking her head, she drank a little before he took another bite of that cheesy, spicy wonder.
Lucky circled them both and then sat obediently by Murdock's side, at times even placing a paw on Matt's lap as he clearly begged to have a share of those burgers.
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Date: 2025-05-17 03:42 pm (UTC)Once the burgers had been demolished, Matt rose to his feet with a small groan. "I am going to help with the dishes," he informed Kate. "Just show me where the sink is. I don't mind drying if you want to wash." He couldn't spot check to ensure all the food was off as good as she could right now. "I'm feeling a little less sleepy now that I've eaten. If we take the coffee to go, we could go to the store. Maybe take Lucky for a walk with us." The prospect of being out in the city without his powers frightened Matt a little... which made him think he should do it all the more.
Maybe this was both a good test of his other skills, and a good reminder of the ways that other people lived.
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Date: 2025-05-17 04:04 pm (UTC)"You know, he always seemed more adventurous than he really was. Like, the guy was the soul of the party." But then he always kept this tidy look and you could tell he was the kind of lawyer you could trust your life too. It was such a weird balanced thing,
"That sounds like a plan." After wiping her face and licking her fingers clean one last time, Kate grabbed her empty plate and took Matt by the elbow, guiding him around her kitchen. "You wanna keep it chill here around the neighborhood or do you wanna have a taste at China Town and busy areas? Since crowds are not so bad now..."
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Date: 2025-05-17 05:08 pm (UTC)Matt laughed softly a little. "Yeah. He talked a lot but he would be the first person to point out fatality statistics if you mentioned bungee jumping. He said he liked his life too much to risk it on something stupid." Matt's smiled turned a little soft and sad. "He was always getting on me for being too reckless, even before Daredevil. 'Who am I going to retire to a beach bachelor pad with, Matt?'" He did a really good mimicry of Foggy, even if his timbre of voice was different. "'You can't go off being an idiot because I won't be able to afford to live by myself when I'm old with all the cases you won't let us take.'" A playful argument they had so often. His voice returned to normal. "There was then talk about us hiring nurses to take care of us but that gets inappropriate so I'll stop there. But yeah. He took risks when he thought it was worthwhile. Minus the ones that left him with a hangover."
When at the sink Matt held the dishtowel, obediently waiting for Kate to hand him dishes to dry as she washed. "... I do love Chinatown. Okay. Go big or go home." If given a choice between comfort and a challenge, Matt Murdock always chose the challenge. "We need to get the noodles, anyway. If you're going to make me eat instant ramen I want a good one."
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Date: 2025-05-17 05:32 pm (UTC)Maybe even Clint could come and speak at it. He would hate it at first, but Kate is sure he'd understand it would be for a good cause. "Next month. I need a deadline to get my shit together." And she sounded dead-firm about this.
As Matt opened up more about what Foggy was like, Kate simply listened. She did the dishes, passing them over as she chuckled softly, tuoched by the relationship Matt and his best friend shared once. "Oh, no, I get the nurse idea loud and clear, you pair of pervs!" And yet, the way she shoved him with her hips spoke for itself. It was all jokes and games.
It broke her heart a little though, knowing what a rough spot Foggy had been in. Because Kate could see herself in those shoes sometimes. Matt was an unstopabble force. He didn't listen, he would put it all at risk if that meant saving one person. Anyone but himself. Kate, at least, had the ability of following him, of trying to keep up. It would have driven her insane if all she could do was wait for him patiently at home while watching the news and begging for confirmation that Matt did not kill himself out there.
"I'd say we should get the Korean spicy ones, but I think we need to calm our tits with that. So, Tonkotsu insant noodles should do the trick."
It was strange. So domestic. So perfect.
They had slept together and Kate had been looking after him. She had cooked for Matt and now they planned to go out for a walk together.
It should feel wrong.
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Date: 2025-05-17 06:10 pm (UTC)"I'd suggest either reaching out or letting your donations committee reach out to organizations that are already involved in those areas? They could coordinate together to put on an event. That list I gave you, partnering with them would both decrease Bishop Securities' workload and also show good faith that you're aligning with an organization dedicated to that cause." He bumped her shoulder back. "I can't let my partner do it by herself, after all."
"I've only made ramen from scratch or ordered it at restaurants, so I'll leave the instant choices up to you." He set the glasses and plates on a towel to finish drying after he wiped them off, folding the towel once he was done. He set Lucky's bag of treats on the counter too and reminded Kate, "Better put away the Takis too or else You Know Who will get them." He adored Lucky but the dog would somehow reach the counter to eat the snacks. "If you can get me back to the living room I'll get the change of clothes and we can then be off. It'll just take me a few more times to remember the steps to all the rooms. I promise." He hated feeling like a burden, even if Kate never made him feel that way. It was just a part of his personality, of social implications, that not even Matt was above.
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Date: 2025-05-17 06:48 pm (UTC)... Even if she did want to be genuinelly involved while organizing it. "I want to follow every suggestion they make. The last thing I want is to like, come up with some event that offends the people we're supposed to celebrate." She couldn't help herself, leaning into Matt a little closer. "Besides, I don't want that relationship to end after that one night. I wanna hire people with those disabilities, to keep working with the organizations. The whole deal."
They can't just make a change in the streets.
Following Matt' adice, Kate put away both the Takis and finished cleaning up the counter. The retrived was both as smart as he was shameless. "Matt, honestly, there's no hurry for you to learn. Besides, it's a big place." Quite big indeed. Soon, she was looping her arm around Matt's and guiding him through the penthouse, describing what surrounded them in the hopes he'll eventurally remember. It was only now that Kate was growing aware of truly how many rooms and places there was in her old penthouse, how challeging that could be for someone who couldn't rely on his sight.
"Huh, would you like to brush your teeth before we go out?" She asked as she finally guided his hands to the piles of clothes. There, he had so many options to pick from that he could go from a formal outfit to a far more casual look. "I'm - I'm pretty sure I have some spare toothbrushes." Kate couldn't help it, sounding almost coy at the offer as she remembered quite vividly how she had teased Matt over his own collection of spare toothbrushes and what that implied.
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Date: 2025-05-17 08:18 pm (UTC)It depended on the advocacy group. Some where more political and willing to work with a group that others found distasteful. Others would refuse 'Judas money' as they saw it, regardless of religion. So it was smart to see ahead of time who to trim from that guest list.
"I'm a smart guy," was his muttered response to her saying it was a big place in which she lived. He'd always hold himself to higher standards than he did anyone else. He counted as carefully as he could the steps they made and took, from the kitchen to the living room to get his clothing, to the bedroom to change. He chanted the numbers in his head like a mantra. He picked up the large pile of clothing, tucked to his chin, and waited for her to take his arm to guide him to his room. He hadn't thought about his teeth in all the mayhem, but... "... dental hygiene should probably happen. I'm assuming that the 1% of Manhattan just has these laying around for their many rich guests," he said dryly.
Once on the room he did clean up a bit, then changed into a business casual attire that she offered. He waited outside the room patiently... or at least he'd wait a few minutes patiently before trying to explore on his own.
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Date: 2025-05-17 09:16 pm (UTC)After guiding Matt to his room and awkwardly handing that extra toothbrush (which she awkwardly clarified that was just laying around after getting a pack of 3 for Clint and herself), Kate disappeared into her childhood bedroom and her ensuite bathroom to brush her teeth and finally change into some clothes of her own. After all, she was still wearing Betsy's borrowed outfit.
Her wardrobe mostly consisted on clothes she'd worn on her late teens. But her mother often liked to surprise Kate during her visits, leaving designer numbers for her to wear at one event or another. Sometimes more casual pieces that had caught her attention and she knew Kate would appreciate. Some regular joggers or t-shirts with the company's logo.
The latter she normally wears at home or as pajamas.
With her hair up on a ponytail and wearing a dash of perfume, Kate headed to Matt's bedroom to find that... Matt was nowhere to be seen.
"Matt?" How come she's lost a blind guy?? "Lucky?"
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Date: 2025-05-18 12:29 pm (UTC)Matt discarded the robe once he was back in the guest bedroom, changing into jeans and a soft shirt. He had no idea what the color was, but it couldn't clash much with the jeans, could it? Hopefully the socks matched well enough too, Matt had had everything labeled at his apartment for that reason. To know what went with what. He brushed his teeth and then found his new guide dog, Lucky, waiting for him outside the door. "Ready to go for a walk?" he said to the dog, who barked and immediately led Matt to where his leash was located. Hearing Kate's voice Matt called out, "Here. I let Lucky guide me, I think to his leash." The dog nudged the leash against Matt's hand and he chuckled. "Yeah, we're at the leashes."
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