Green tea? She peeked around the machine to see the offering of little chinese takeout boxes. Food? She hadn't thought of it. It sort of didn't sound very good just now either, but she would be polite and try at least. And the presents didn't stop there. He pulled out some lumpy and mismatching clothes. They were nothing compared to the smart clothes she wore now, but they were better since they weren't encrusted with less than savory things.

"You must've been all over." And she sort of couldn't help but feel like a house mom, confined to the house until dad brought home the bacon and the day's wages. She poked around in the cabinets until she she came out with green tea packets. It was no matcha, but it was green and would go with the meal.

“For the record, this doesn't count as the shirt I owe you.”

She couldn't help but nod away her muddled smile. He seemed tired. She had asked too much of him and he had come back with much more than even she'd asked of him. Before she could even think of anything proper to say he was off to change. "Upholstery can be cleaned, but it's probably for the best then."

Ghost brought around the near boiling water and set it on the table. She grabbed up their cups and washed them out and put the sugar and empty milk pourer away. None of that was needed for green tea anyway. She poured the fresh steaming water into the cups, bobbed a green tea bag in each, set out the chinese containers and two of the small pastry plates from the bar. She balanced the cheap little wooden hashi on the plates and then couldn't think of much else to keep her from changing.

She grabbed up the wad of clothes and went for her office. By the time she was walking out again, no doubt Sebastian would probably be back at their table, their island of light. The day had grown much darker and it made the cheery soft yellow light all the more pronounced. Ghost didn't bother to flip on any other lights.

Her sweatpants were too big. Barely long enough in the leg, the elastic at the top did very little for her since her hips were narrow. Her shirt fit fine, but the sweatshirt was definitely too short in the arms. It was comfortable as long as she kept one hand on her saggy drawers. Comfortable, just as promised. She was definitely in his debt for today.

Sebastian was surprised by how dirty he managed to make the water just by running his fingers under it. The time he'd spent healing in the sewers was such a blur that he could not remember where all of the red tinged mud had come from. For the second time that day the soap in the little bathroom was put to very good use taking blood and dirt off of what was normally white skin.

Sebastian had been a little more accurate in guessing his own sizes than he had been in guessing Ghost's. Unfortunately, no amount of time he spent shopping was going to help him find a pair of pants that had a tail hole. In the small mirrorless bathroom he pondered over the red plaid pants. His brain felt fuzzy from the healing, and yet he made it work even harder trying to figure out a way to modify this pair to accommodate his needs. All he really needed was a pair of scissors, nothing fancy, but there was none to be found. The closest approximation was a rusty fingernail clipper he found way in the back of a drawer. The only other thing sharp enough to cut fabric was his horn.

It wasn't easy to cut fabric with a horn attached to one's forehead. The positioning was awkward and he couldn't see what he was doing. Only the tip was sharp, so he could really only poke holes anyway and use some combination of ripping, biting, and fingernail clipping to form one hole big enough for his extra appendage. In the end, it was rather crooked with jagged edges, but the fabric was soft so it was, as it was intended to be, comfortable.

Despite his time spent making emergency modifications to his clothing, he finished changing before Ghost. Exhausted he finally collapsed back onto the couch. It felt so good to sit down. A little food would help him regain some energy, but he would have to sleep before he would really be recharged. As he waited politely for Ghost to return before the blinking of his eyes grew very heavy and his fuzzy chin drifted towards his chest.

Sebastian was taking long blinks on the couch when she emerged from her office. It was a cute scene. Not only was she used to Sebastian being a bit more dignified in clothing, but to see even him have to succumb to sleepiness every once n a while was a bit heartening. Not that she'd thought him wholly infallible... or.. anything like that.

She alit on the couch's edge next to Sebastian. "Can you use ohashi?" She wasn't sure if his travels had ever taken him to Asia, but now was as good a time as any to ask. Actually, she decided this was going to be easier on the floor so she slid off the couch and on to her knees which folded under her weight naturally leaving on her bare rose flushed toes to wiggle out behind her.

Now that the table was a more reasonable height, Ghost handed a pair of chopsticks, or ohashi, back to Sebastian and broke hers apart. She used them to pluck out the tea bags from their individual cups and then opened the containers. She was sure food was going to make her throw up mere moments before. But now. With it there in front of her. Smelling so good...

She ladled out rice as any good house mother would and then offered Sebastian one of the boxes. She would take portions from both most likely, but only after Sebastian, who had paid for this meal, had taken his.

He was so tired that the fact that she'd used the Japanese word for chopsticks didn't even make him blink. In his mind, it just clicked, like her chopsticks did when she broke them apart, that she had probably spent some time in Japan. The way she set the table, pronounced her 'L' sounds, her quiet manners, sitting on her knees, all of it fit in so well with her “ohashi” that in his tired state he didn't even give it a second thought.

“Hai,” he responded tiredly as he slid down to his knees next to her. She had the right idea there, the table was a much better height for floor sitting than couch sitting. “Ikedekimasu,” he mumbled as he broke his own chopsticks.

She offered him the chicken, but the unicorn shifter shook his head politely, “Arigato gozaimasu, I can't eat meat.” He was tired and languages were slippery things. He kept sliding back and forth between the two of them without stopping to wonder if Ghost could actually understand what he was saying.

Even his tired murmuring was cute. It was nice to know there was a person who needed to be cared for under all the outward healing and care. He needed someone to take care of him now and Ghost was conveniently placed as that person. She didn't even bother him about his mumbled words. It was part of the charm, really.

"Can't eat meat or don't?" Or was that the same? The poor unicorn seemed so bone weary that once she'd introduced Japanese onto the table (despite the fact that they were eat Americanized Chinese food) he was slipping between the two. It made her heart happy to be able to keep up. And made the rest of her curious if he knew more languages. And if he would share those with her... another day.

Ghost rectified her meat-mistake by offering him the tofu box. She helped him get it out onto him plate before taking over the chicken box. Meat or no meat was fine with her. An since it mattered to Sebastian she would let him have all the meatless dish. After her own いただきます, Ghost was plucking the chicken off her plate and nibbling at it. If seeing others eat meat bothered Sebastian, he wouldn't have gotten any meat dishes. So she wouldn't feel bad about it.

It was about the time that Ghost was scooping food onto his plate for him that he realized that their roles had reversed from earlier in the day. Now she was the one taking care of him instead. “Thank you,” he said again as she finished piling food on his little paper plate for him. It was kind of like being a child again with a mother to care for him. He picked up his ohashi and took the first bite.

The food wasn't very much at all like real Chinese food, aside from the rice which was pretty much the same everywhere. It did taste good though to his very empty stomach, despite its lack of authenticity. Ghost asked a question just as he put a large piece of broccoli into his mouth. He chewed it quickly and swallowed before he responded.

“I can't eat it. Ever since I was born, eating meat has made me sick. Probably has something to do with being related to goats or horses or kirin or whatever it is I am. In exchange, I can live quite happily off of sprouts, clover, dandelions, and grass.” He added a sleepy nod to emphasize his point. “It's just as much a side effect of a my mutation as white hair.”

With that he picked up his chopsticks again and gracefully picked up a pea pod. He stared at it a moment, forgetting what he was going to do with it for a moment. Maybe he was forgetting because he was tired, but couldn't remember if Ghost had ever actually said that her white hair came from being a mutant too. He looked over at her.

She looked human enough aside from her hair color, he supposed it was possible that the white could either be very light blonde or premature grey. He'd never actually seen her use or heard her mention an ability. She could be a human who worked very hard for mutant rights, which would explain her mutant-friendly store, her appearance at the mutant friendly Saint Valentine's Day celebration, and why anti-mutant protesters might not have liked her very much that very first day they met.

The pea pod was still hovering as he stared at her, and through her thinking more of his memories than what was actually happening. It was almost as if his dreams were trying to invade even his waking moments. He realized what he was doing and set his pea pod back down a moment too late to avoid being awkward.

“I'm sorry, my mind is drifting,” then because he thought she might wonder why he had been staring at her so rudely, he thought he had better clarify what it had drifted to. “I was just wondering if you were human or a mutant.”

She smiled. He said thank you, but she hadn't done anything. Not really. He'd done all the hard parts and she'd only smoothed over the niceties in the end after he'd exhausted himself. "Think nothing of it."

Ghost nibbled thoughtfully at her food as she listened to Sebastian talk about the parameters of his mutation. Idly she imagined herself bringing him flowers as a thank you for everything. In her imagining, Sebastian had a hard time debating whether he was supposed to eat the flowers or display them. They were sort of ugly flowers. Why couldn't she imagine herself giving something more grand? Probably because she was too honest. Even in her imaginings she was still stingy.

It took her a while to figure out what the niggling feeling was. Sebastian had been watching her imagine away. He didn't have any mental powers did he? My, that'd be embarrassing.

No, actually he seemed stuck. His hand hand a green pea in the air and his mouth was slightly ajar, though he didn't seem aghast at anything. Just... stuck. Ghost touched his hand with a question in her eyes and that seemed to do it. He apologized and she shook her head, but his next question was not entirely what she had been expecting.

She ducked her head slightly, a familiar movement to ward off blows perhaps. "It never crossed my mind that you didn't know." That fact that not everyone knew everything that she did was a foreign concept. "I Uh--" Ghost put her chopsticks down. It wasn't like this was the time of the camps or anything. "I'm an air elemental." She looked up at him a little shy now. It was sort of like meeting a person all over again to know their mutation in conjunction with their person. It would have been a lot more admirable to have been a human helping mutants in her situation. At least that would explain her many wounds.

Ghost turned with a little pink back to her meal. Mutants should be able to take care of themselves. "Besides, how many humans do you know named Ghost?" She smiled a little mollified by her reasoning and bit into a sauce covered pepper.

She was an air elemental called Ghost. It was more a more original name than most elementals chose for themselves when they wanted a code name. Most seemed to like researching famous elementals of the past and calling themselves after ancient Greek, Norse, or Japanese mutants like Zephyr, Njord, or Fujin. Sometimes they even called themselves after the natural phenomena that their powers imitated, such as Cyclone, Kaze, or Tuuli. The name Ghost at least seemed somewhat unique, whether she chose it for herself based on her mutation or her parents chose it for her upon her birth.

Sebastian shrugged, using the body language that so many young Americans did when they weren't completely sure of their answer, “I can't keep up with name trends very easily. Ghost could be the most popular girl's name in the New World for all I know. Or your friends could have given you the nickname because of your snowy hair or your penchant for close encounters with the grim reaper.”

His gentle teasing was accompanied by a tired half smile and a vague gesture with his chopsticks that ended in the demise of the pea pod. Even though he had only eaten about half the food on his plate, his hunger was no longer winning out over his fatigue. He set the plate on the table, chopsticks resting on the edge of the plate, and leaned back against the couch. It was almost comfortable enough that he could fall asleep even though he was sitting up.

He couldn't keep up with name trends? Did that mean he had a hard time making friends over and over again in each new age? She wondered if those friends were ever bothered by the fact that he was sometimes a horse, well, Unicorn.

"I have not always had snowy hair and close calls with death." No, that was only since she'd returned to America. Well, and once as a kid she had an accident with a nail in her knee. She had thought that would be her close call for the rest of her life. Funny how things changed.

A small movement of the head, exaggerated by the waving of his horn, let Ghost know that Sebastian was drifting toward sleep. After the food, Ghost felt slightly invigorated. Not brave enough to offer to take Sebastian home to the Sanctuary, no, but brave enough to clean up and let the poor guy sleep. "You rest here. I'll take care of the rest." Whether he made it onto the couch or not, was up to him.

As Ghost scooped up the leftovers and repackaged them into their respective boxes, she thought of the schedule here at the Full Circle. They could rest here until morning if need be, but eventually, they'd have to vacate. She just didn't want to think that far ahead. So she hummed. The song that specifically came to mind was the one Cinderella was humming and singing as she cleaned the stairs in the Disney version of the story. Since she was cleaning up and righting the store around the weary Unicorn, it somehow seemed appropriate.

When the food was put away, the table cleaned and put back in it's place, her clothes disposed of, and Sebastian's clothes folded and put in a bag ready for easy carrying Ghost thought to give the boys who had come to her rescue the next day off if they didn't have it already. Ghost glanced at Sebastian and was satisfied that his eyes seemed thoroughly glued shut before scurrying off to go do that. She'd give herself their shifts if need be. She wanted to stay busy in the next few days as much as possible. It would help stave her thinking about things.