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Relax ladies, he's a man, and he's got the tool. Er...tools that is. Or he would if he could find some handy to get working on fixing up the supports of the farmhouse and surrounding buildings. Also make sure the earthen rooms were well secured against a cave-in. So Xander was currently on the hunt for a toolbox, toolkit, toolbelt...something. Where's a home improvement store when you need one?

(ooc: Like Kate's post, this post is open to tags to whenever.)

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Eden has to visit the Cooper farm sometime. To make sure everyone's playing nice.

"Hey there!" greets a petite young woman dwarfed by the patched, ill-fitting winter jacket she's wearing. As a refugee, she can't afford anything that's all that special yet.

She has, at least, accessorized with a totally cute fuzzy orange scarf.

"Hey, nice scarf you got there. Really uh fuzzy." Smooth Harris, real smooth. Why do pretty girls still make his talking skills break down?

"You wouldn't happen to know where a guy could find a toolbox around here?"

"There's a woodshed out back. If there's nothing there you can probably ask Shay - he's tall, scruffy, black hair. He transported in the boat-castle-whatever thing," Eden replies. "I'm sure he'd transport you in an entire Home Depot, if you want."

"Only if you count a rusty hammer and a saw that's probably couldn't even cut a green leaf now as tools, nope. If he rustle up enough mojo for a whole Home Depot, I'd build him whatever the hell he wanted. Even a castle."

Eden laughs lightly. "I'm sure he's already got one planned, too."

"Fine by me, I get enough equipment, can build a couple of homes around here for people. Well... having some more guys... or girls who know their way around construction work would be great too."

"There's a lot of rebuilding going on in Metropolis - maybe you should put a call in there? All I know is that I wouldn't be of any help." She holds out her hand to shake. "I'm Eden McCain. Been here long?"

"Xander Harris," he shook her hand with a friendly smile. And blinked at that, "...Did you say Metropolis?" Comic fanboy's brain suddenly pinged big time at that.

"Yup." Eden doesn't get comic book references - knowing she's interacted with a Clark Kent has made her never want to open one, and she only cares enough about comics to know the very basics.

Xander blinked at that. Well that explains something about this world.

"...Cool." Dopey smile at the idea. And then wondering... wait, shouldn't Superman have been able to stop this?

"That a Superman thing, I bet," Eden says, half-questioning.

"Uh yeah...I used to col...uh on occasion read one or two." Or 50... Or several hundred.

Most of which he belatedly remembered, are lying at the bottom of the crater that used to be his hometown.

...Damn.

"If you give me a second I could recall the entire soundtrack to Disney's Oliver and Company," Eden confesses. She was a Disney-geek instead of a comic-geek.

"...Wow, that's uh, wow. Good, not the only geek around here then," Big smile at that.

Eden smiles back, friendly and open. "So, how're you finding this place, aside from wanting to rennovate?"

"So far it's a lot quieter than where I used to be... Well, quieter than where I was originally I mean."

"Oh, where was that? I came from New York, myself."

"A town called Sunnydale in California. It had its moments."

Xander, be stared at.

The eyepatch is weird.

Lucy resists the urge to poke it, sensing vaguely that it might be considered impolite, and instead contents herself with picking pomegranate seeds gracefully out of a small bowl and eating them.

Xander glanced at her, the one eye curious.

"Uh hi?"

Ah. Greetings. Lucy knows about those.

She lifts the hand previously occupied with seeds and gives him a small wave, smiling slightly.

He waved, "Hi, you talk, sign, got telepathy?"

"Talk. Sometimes."

Grin.

Yes, Luce makes fun of her own tendency towards the laconic.

"Huh, oh that's ok, I used to know a guy who was like that. I usually talk more than anybody."

Xander looked a little sheepish, "Like now..."

Lucy beams at him.

"Don't worry."

She doesn't mind. Someone has to talk, or this conversation won't be much fun, now will it?

"Oh, not worried." Geez, she's pretty too. A lot of pretty girls around here.

"Uh, much. Still kind of new, can you tell?"

Headtilt.

After much ponderation, she shakes her head slowly.

Nope.

Still smiling a little, she holds out the bowl. Does Xander want a pomegranate seed?

Oooh food! He's a guy, he's not about to turn down free food.

"Hey thanks!" And took a seed. "...Wait, what is this?" Looked like a seed with a little bit of fruit around it.

"Pomegranate."

Silly Xander, not knowing what pomegranate seeds look like.

He usually doesn't get food this fancy! if it's not mac and cheese, donuts, or take out, he's kind of clueless in some ways. Not even anything like that at the Rosenbergs household.

"Oh, ok." He popped it into his mouth. Tart, with a touch of sweetness.

"Hey, that's pretty good!"

Nod.

Grin.

Yes, Xander. Yes it is.

Speaking of which--

"I'm Lucy."

"I'm Xander, nice to meet you, Lucy." Big smile back at her.

This whole making-friends thing is easier than it looks.

...not that he doesn't still look rather tasty to her other self's eyes.

Blinking, Lucy scarfs down a few more pomegranate seeds and tries her best for a smile that says I do not view you as lunch, no really.

She's kind of cute, and attractive... which certainly doesn't bode well. And that smile seems a little familiar.

"Sooo... been around here for a while, right? Yeah, probably true for most around here."

Her grin turns from slightly demonic to slightly shy, and she offers, "My house."

At least she's finally stopped thinking of it as Anne's house, because that would be a rather awkward conversational topic.

"...This is your house? Really? You know I can help shore up the supports, or anything else that needs repair."

"Isn't any."

Which is true, if you can decipher it. Anne Cooper knows her way around structural stability well enough to protect all of Kansas from dimensional anomalies. Her house is much smaller and easier to reinforce; it's not falling down anytime in the next century.

But.

"Thanks," anyways, and a grateful little smile.

And--

"Maybe that has some?"

Pointing to the earth bunker, which is a post-Anne fabrication and thus subject to all the normal structural weaknesses of human-made architecture.

"Oh sure, I can make sure there's no cave ins with it."

Lucy beams.

Two thank-yous in one minute is going a bit far, but there is gratitude in the nodding, and she offers him the pomegranate seeds again.

He grabbed a couple more to snack on, and grinned gratefully back.

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