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❛ i made you your favorite food. ❜

(it's burned somehow)

for Spencer

The plate of food before him was... questionable, to say the least. Mostly charred, unidentifiable pieces with, somehow, a cold center. It defied all logic of cooking - yet, so did everything about his new companion. Most 'dogs' didn't have the physical ability to even open an oven, let alone attempt to prepare and cook a whole meal. Of course, a lot of things about his 'emotional support animal' lacked sense ; the green mouth, the surprising dexterity, her speech... still, Spencer couldn't bring himself to dwell on the science of it.

The notion was sweet, a distinguished contrast to the usual chaos that she brought into his life. Even if it was a futile gesture ( he couldn't exactly consume the contents of the plate before him ) the meaning behind it wasn't lost to the profiler.

" Oh, thank you... " Spencer finally breaks his silence, using a fork to hesitantly push the contents of the plate around a bit, if only to keep appearances. " I'm actually not that hungry right now, but we can uh.. save this for later ? " He suggests gently, placing the fork aside and moving to place the plate elsewhere – at least until he could sneakily throw it away.