The Main Room -- Chairs

[Prince]

Speaking of the ex leader. Avalanche came into the kitchen that moment carrying a canvas bag of groceries. "Here you are," he said setting them on the counter. He looked at Red and cocked an eyebrow. He couldn't help but smile as he mouthed to him, so Prince wouldn't here, "whipped!" and then laughed out loud. Prince didn't know what was funny, but she didn't care, she was focused right now on making sure that the pasta didn't go everywhere.

"Feel free to do as you like" she said tossing a glance at him and a smile. Just because she looked like a boy, didn't mean she was acting like one right now. It was almost like a security blanket having her hair up. She could put on an act that way if she needed to, but she could still be herself. Besides, if Red wanted to help she wasn't going to deny him that. ...it was going to take her a long time to get used to calling him Collin.

While Prince went looking for a wooden spoon Avalanche turned to Red. "Anything I can do to help?" he asked with a small smirk on his face. He was probably really enjoying this at the moment.

[Collin Russiani]

Collin's eyebrow shot up and he snorted, ignoring him for the moment to rifle through the bag. It was all basic stuff, great, but basic and he hummed to himself as he found himself a piece of paper and started scribbling across it. "Oh, believe me, I am." He grinned right back at her, finishing off the list with a flourish and handing it over to Avalanche. "As a matter of fact, you can. Tell them to put it on my tab, I'm sure they'll be thrilled." The stuff he was sending him for, well, it wasn't exactly newsie fare, and he smirked before leaning in close enough to whisper. "Whipped. Get goin' Snowball."

She didn't have to call him Collin if she didn't want to. He'd been Red to her for too long now, and she would probably always be Prince to him. He knew her real name, but he'd never used it, and wouldn't. Not until she thought it was safe and... gave him the option. Which he never really expected to get anyway. "This place never changes, does it?" He asked it quietly, under his breath as he washed off the tomatoes and got everything Avalanche had brought back ready. It was second nature to him, and he wasn't really paying all that much attention to what he was doing, choosing instead to focus in on her. "I'm glad."

[Prince]

Avalanche simply rolled his eyes. "Lucky i like youse," he said giving his friend a small shove and a joking smile, and heading out once more. He really wasn't sure if Red wanted this stuff, or was just getting rid of him. Either way, what did he care? He wasn't paying for it, and the Irish Italian was cooking, how could they go wrong?

In the time it took Prince to find her spoon, the inevitable happened, the pasta started boiling over. "Oh damnit," she said as she pulled the lid off the pot and rolled her eyes. She stirred it anyway, getting the bubbles to calm down and then hopped up on the counter to continue watching it like a hawk. Even though her hair was short, she was glad it was up right now, it kept it out of her face while she was running around and cooking.

When Red mentioned that things didn't change around her she spared a moment to look at him and shrugged with a smile. "I guess not, but I wouldn't really want them to," she said. After all, she had liked it just fine the way Avalanche had run things, and thought if something isn't broke, why fix it. She was about to explain her thought, but Red beat her to the punch, saying that he liked that. So instead she just smiled. "Well then, you're welcome here any time," she said nodding. And she did mean it, as though the red head needed an invitation.