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TESSISAMESS

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This is Eleven. You didn't say over.

[ The answer comes immediately. And while Bucky cannot see the eye roll, it somehow transfers through the walkie talkie. Clearly, he's a rookie at this and she has to teach him. This is why Bucky is under her protection. He needs so much help. ]

Over.

[starer]

My mistake.

[Because he's not going to call her out. She's a kid, and he's more than happy to play by her rules]

Have you ever eaten something called jambalaya before? Over.

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[ She might even believe him. Eleven's world can be simple like that - corrected by someone she likes? Eleven will accept that, adapt, and learn from them. Someone she doesn't like? Eleven will reject what they're saying, because they're a stupid mouthbreather. Obviously. ]

No. Jam-bah-...

[ She tries, slow and concentrated, but the word's too different and she didn't quite manage to pick it up. There's a soft huff, a small noise that's like the little brother of frustration. Eleven doesn't like not knowing words. Doesn't like not knowing things. ]

Is it. Jam? But more?

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Jam. Buh. Ly. Uh.

[It's a kneejerk response to sound it out slowly. A bittersweet memory of helping Becca with her homework all those years ago is the cause.]

It's a rice dish, with meat and vegetables. It's pretty good.

[And a better choice than living off of waffles all week.]

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Jam. Buh. Ly. Uh. Jambalaya.

[ And she repeats it, sounds it out for herself. The result sounds a little more like jambulayuh than the actual word, but it's close enough. She nods to herself, satisfied.

But then... ]

It sounds healthy.

[ Unconvinced. She knows healthy food - Hopper's attempts at vegetables are horrid. And back at the lab... she doesn't want to think about that, honestly.

And then a small gasp. She completely forgot - Mike would slap his forehead for her poor form on the walkie talkie. ]

Over.

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[Nope. He's not laughing at her. But he's definitely amused.]

I wouldn't exactly call it healthy. But it's tasty.

[And if she doesn't like it, he's got no problems finding her something else if he has to.]

You want to come get some lunch with me? Over.

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Okay. I trust you.

[ It almost sounds like a warning. Don't you go feeding her soggy vegetables now, Bucky Barnes. She will be cross with you if you do that. ]

Yes. No rain today? Over.

[ And that makes her happy. She's taken a shine to Bucky. ]

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[...well. He doesn't know what to do with that statement. She shouldn't be trusting him!]

What rain? Over.

[Yeah, easier to focus on that part.]

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[ Shouldn't have given her clothed, Bucky. Shouldn't have fed her. Shouldn't have been kind. Now she's a little duckling, content to follow you around. Life is hard like that. ]

You said. You had to check on rain. For the waffles. That something was important? Over.

[ What even is a raincheck, anyway. ]

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Oh.

[Okay, no. That has him smiling to himself. He should know just how literal she takes things by now.]

A rain check is kind of like a promise to do something later.

[Though also-]

A friend of mine needed some help. But spending time with you is important to me too. Over.

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[ Idioms are hard, but his explanation helps immensely. So Eleven nods, even though Bucky can't see it. ]

A rain check is a promise. To do something later.

[ She parrots him - and just like that, she adds it to her list of truths about the world. Congratulations Bucky - you have influence over this child. ]

Friends are important. [ Sage wisdom. ] I understand. If you want. I'll protect your friends, too.