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Navy, huh?

[ she will think that one over. ]

I drank the ROTC boys under the table all the time in college.

If I didn't know better I'd think that was a challenge.

Actually, I do know better, and I know it is. I'll be with your shortly.

Bring it, Petrelli.

[ How do you want to do thissss? ]

[ ACTIONSPAM? these two crack me up. we can just say jaye came and went before nathan gets there? ]

[ He was a little late, something he couldn't help because the way he'd thought to go turned out to be a dead end. Getting turned around in the ship's corridors was too easy. Eventually, though, he found his way down, emerging through the doorway with his jacket slung over his shoulder. ]

Hello?

Get lost? [ jenna's plate of cupcakes is rapidly dwindling in size, but it's still pretty damn impressive. it was a little more of a platter of cupcakes, but so far everyone's been willing to eat them, locker-given or no. ] Because you missed out on your threesome-- Jaye's already come and gone.

Damn. You know what this ship is like. Soon as you actually wanna get somewhere. [ He shrugged a shoulder, approaching her at the counter and sliding into an empty seat. ] There space coffee with those cupcakes? Want me to make some?

Hey, now you get me all to yourself. That's your cue for spontaneous excitement, by the way. [ holding out a hand, she'll just be snapping her fingers imperiously-- the grin ruins the whole thing, but whatever. ] Make me coffee or you'll never see your space cupcakes alive again.

[ With a smile, Nathan began doing just that, turning around to start sorting through the cupboards, which weren't kept exactly the same way as the ones on 006. He found the coffee eventually, and set things off boiling.

One of the few things he could actually make, thanks to his having no choice. The same coffee he fed to poor unsuspecting people in the Jump bay when they woke up. He spoke over his shoulder. ]

You never said what you do when you're not being abducted to spaceships.

[ there's something achingly normal about talking about the minutia of life while someone makes coffee, and jenna relaxes a little into her chair without even really intending to. ]

Out of the waitressing years, into the professional student phase of life. [ she pauses, expression going sad for a second. ] And semi-pro bad influence to teenage wards-- that makes me sound like Batman, I'm going to call them my niece and nephew and leave it there.

How old? If you don't mind me asking, I mean.

[ And to show just how non-judgemental he is, Nathan is still concentrating on the pot as he asks, and then unruffled moves over to look for cups. ]

Are you kidding? I'll take any excuse to talk about the two of them.

[ calling herself their parent may feel disrespectful to miranda and jenna would never dream of doing it, but the feeling is clear even if she won't call things what they are. ]

Jeremy's sixteen and oh my god, thankfully exiting his surly phase. Elena's seventeen-- eighteen soon, though. [ she missed that birthday; at home and here, but she shoves that thought down. ] And she's probably more mature than I'll ever be, already-- she's like her mom.

[ He tilts his head slightly, watching her over his shoulder and pouring the coffee out, joining her at the table a moment later with the sugar. ]

Their parents?

My older sister and her husband. [ she pours an obscene amount of sugar in her own coffee and takes a long sip before answering the real question. ]

Car accident, about a year ago. [ another sip, and then jenna sets the cup down, wrapping her hands tight around it. ] That was a really really rough summer.

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Losing a parent is hard enough; losing both is harder. [ a pause, and he looks at her deliberately. ] And losing a sibling when you gotta be the one to stay tough.

Oh, believe me I know. [ it wasn't that far a space between mom and dad and miranda and greyson; jenna went from one of the babies of a big family to the only adult, what felt like overnight. ] Yeah, well. Tough is a stretch, but I paid the bills and nobody starved or drowned in dirt so I call it a win.

[ All he can think of is Peter, and what a pain in the ass he was at that age. Nathan had been away at the time, but that hadn't stopped his brother's tumultuous teenage years causing problems even when he was on the other side of the world. ]

How is it? Not as good as the real thing, I know.

Well-- I haven't had any of Ianto's supposedly magic coffee yet, but I think...

[ she takes another sip, and shakes her head sadly. ]

I hate to tell you this, but you're going to have to make me a lot more coffee from now on.

[ A snort. ] That's just an excuse so you never have to make it yourself. Who knew space would be so short on electric kettles.

Oh, totally. I admit it, this is great coffee and I will be demanding more.

[ she rolls her eyes, shaking her head. ] Electric kettles I can deal without. What I want to know is where the machine is that makes me a Big Mac. I don't even like Big Macs, Nathan.

[ A snort, and he takes a sip of his own coffee, putting it back down after a minute. ]

You know--would it surprise you to know that I've never actually had one?

...You liar.

[ literally everyone jenna has ever met has eaten a big mac or twenty in their lives. nathan petrelli how in the world. ]

How? Are you sure you're a real American-- actually, can I see your birth certificate? I'm having some severe doubts about birthplace right now. You might even be from France.

[ shhhh she's not making gentle republican jokes or anything. ]

Petrelli is an Italian name, but nice try.

[ So terrible. In any case he sits back, trying to look abashed but ending up looking rather proud of himself. ]

I didn't exactly have a traditional American childhood. We had staff, and I ate exclusively deli sandwiches when I wasn't going from restaurant to restaurant making political sponsors swoon. The closest to burgers and chips I ever came was on the carrier.

...oh my god you're a Fell on steroids.

[ jenna can't help but laugh, shaking her head and taking another sip of her coffee ruefully. ]

The more things change.

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