2019-12-03 - Meatloaf And Sharks

Morrigan was worried about dinner. She'd not invited anyone over in a while that wasn't work related. So she was flitting around the kitchen making sure that things were not burning. She'd told him to knock or text when he got there. The house was a small two bedroom, someting that wasn't bank breaking, but it was adorable. Probably a family home that had been passed down. There is a large orange cat that sits in the window, staring at a squirrel that has been daring in getting close to the window.

A rather distinctive Jeep Rubicon pulls up, followed by Devlin coming up to the door with something in hand. If anyone catches a glimpse of him walking up, he is wearing a nice red polo shirt and tan slacks, of course with his near signature black leather jacket. He knocks at the door as he holds the bottles he brought.

Morrigan's dressed in a pair of well worn jeans and a black sweater that hugs her frame. The red head gives a look at herself in the mirror and then musses with her hair. She hurries over to the door after the knock, "Coming!" she chuckles. She opens the door and there's a smile as she sees Devlin, "Well hello there." she greets. "Come on in. You look nice." she points out as she steps back to allow him entrance.

"Thank you," He holds out two bottles of a nice Califorina Merlot, "Thought these might compliment the evening. You look great, Morrigan. And does smell good." He steps into the house, "This is a nice home. I assume your orange sentinel in the window approves of it. One of my sister's has a cat that knocks everything off window sills and the mantle."

Morrigan gives a smile as the bottles are offered and she takes them, "Thank you, these should go nicely with dinner." she tells him. "And thanks, I'm sorry I'm not more dolled up, just felt like relaxing a bit." she admits. "This was my mothers house when she was growing up. When it went on the market I bought it. Figured it would be nice to live here." she explains. Then she looks to the cat, "Pumpkin does seem to like the window and the house. He's a bit of a lazy furball though, so don't feel bad if he ignores us." she muses.

"Last time I did the full dressing up bit was for an award ceremony.. dress blues. Talk about a pain." Devlin winks. "I tend to be casual but not extremely. Though, my closet does need work. Most of what I have is the funny stuff my Uncle dressed me in." He looks over to the cat, "Hi Pumpkin. It is safe to ignore me most times, but later.. you might regret it. My sister's cats know I bring treats and the occasional catnip mouse." He then inquires, "So, a nickel tour or just your wonderful company for now?"

"Now that would be something amazing to see." Morrigan states after he talks on dress blues. "I'm sure getting the uniform pressed and all the medals on is a pain though. So I won't ask if you wanna do that for just fun." she teases him. "Is there a pink bunny costume in your closet?" she asks him with a chuckle. Then she wathes him talk to Pumpkin and the cat yawns at him, before hopping down from his couch perch and heading over to examine the man.

"I can give you the tour, just promise not to laugh at my office." she chuckles to that as she steps out of the kitchen. "Obviously the living room, dining room and kitchen are these three rooms. Pretty close together." she admits. "Down that hall is the master bedroom, bathroom and my office. Come on, I'll show you." she smiles.

There is a slight flush at her mentioning seeing him in the dress uniform, "Oh there are times where it is required of me. The unit will be hosting a Christmas party in a couple weekends, we bachelors are allowed a plus one if your game. They'll expect me in my blues.. " He then adds modestly and a little quieter, "due to my Bronze Star." He follows a long, "Feels more like a home here and my office happens to be the dinning room table.. always books and my laptop on it." Devlin hmms, "Going to have to figure out later as I take those lessons.. where I will end up stowing more gear.." He counts on a hand, "Couple parachutes, Martial Arts, Bowhunting.. and as so far it is fun, Suba.. "

Morrigan gives a look back to him as she opens her office door, "Are you blushing?" she asks him. "And I'd love to be your plus one, just need to know what to wear." she smiles to that. "And I will try not to take one thousand pictures of you in your uniform. I promise." she grins. The office is...more like a shark office. There's photos of sharks of all kinds, shark jaws. A few newspaper articles about shark attacks and other things. Apparently she's got a thing for sharks. "So yeah, this is my other love besides diving." she tells him. "And nothing wrong with the dining table being an office. This is my spare bedroom...but never had a roomie so figured I'd turn it into the office. If I ever have someone else move in I can make room for them in there as well." she admits. "You sound like you need a lot more room." she muses.

Devlin smiles, "Nice on the formal side of things. Nothing wrong with a few pictures." He looks in the office, "Sharks.. a bit of a magnificent obsession perhaps?" He then teases, "Are you one of the planners for Shark Week or something?" He nods as he looks at the rooms, "Makes sense, my place has two bedrooms, I use one for a studio area to practice. Hopefully I will not need to get a room mate, not many good spaces at the apartment complex to use to practice Martial Arts."

"Formal, ooo. I can go dress shopping." Morrigan smiles to that. Apparently dresses were not a regular part of the wardrobe. "And I do have an obsession with sharks. I got bit by a Great White when I was young. It's a long story." she admits to that. "And no, not a planner. Just have a respectful relationship for them." she muses. Then the over timer is dinging. "There's a garage here if you need to store anything really. I don't use it except for occasional cook out stuff." she admits. "Dinner is ready though. I hope the meatloaf runs you off." she laughs.

Devlin laughs a bit, "Runs me off.. huh?" He moves to help open the wine, "I'm made of sterner stuff you know. Bit by a shark, just some scars I am guessing?" He hmmms, "Well, we'll see how the space works out. Anything I can do at the table to help get things out?"

Morrigan gives a smile, "It was mostly a joke. I know some guys that if your meatloaf recipe deviates from their mothers they will run out on you." she chuckles. Then there's a nod, "Yeah, just some scars. Got really really lucky that it didn't take any limbs." she admits. "Not dinner conversation though." she admits as she takes an oven mitt...that's a shark...off the top of the stove. "You could open the wine for us?" she smiles to that. "Opener is on the table. So are glasses." she adds.

Devlin takes one bottle over and opens it, and then pours the wine. Not exactly a wine expert but then again, whom expects that of a medic. "Lots of different kinds of it out there. Me, not picky about a specific way it should be made. It should taste good and not require a burial at sea by a gallon of ketchup."