The ride is...actually pretty long. And a 50 dollar bill is what gets handed up to the taxi driver. No. Finn doesn't try to make a move here. Just, her under his arm and drawn up against his side. A kiss into her temple when a bump slides them around a bit. Then a cozy little house. In a not /terrible/ neighborhood. A small gathering of neighbors chatting about their day at the end of the driveway a few houses down...all stop at the cab. Watch...A platinum blonde dreadlocked woman tatted up and dressed like /that/ get out, followed by Finn and head into the house.

Its nice. Decorated with a few fake-vintage(not really) band posters and other stuff. Drums in a second bedroom, with guitars down the way. The playstation is there. "You like hot pockets, right?"
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She gives him that arched brow again. "You said something about *food*," she points out in that husky voice. "I don't know if those count... but I'll take one, if you're offering."
The AC was on...and its chilly. Chilly for AUTUMN? What the heck guy. Its tended to though, immediately, Finn flicking the AC over to heater and a thump as it gets going. "Burgers? Uhh...what have I got...I have leftovers if you don't want to wait." He had started towards the kitchen, but stops and walks towards her to grab at her hand.
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Astrid is about to say something when *that* happens, and she just focuses on him, sharp and startled.
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"C'mon." He pulls at her, towards the kitchen in some sort of sudden manic episode. The kitchen is god damn spotless. Then towards the fridge and he pulls it open, holds it open with his foot. "C'mere. Strawberries? No. Dessert..uhhh...yeah. Beer." He'll reach in and snag a beer. Popping the top off on a wall-mounted doohickey. "Beer?"
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She takes her hands from him, then, blue eyes wary. "It's all good, I don't need anything. Food or-- anything. Really."
"Huh? You said dinner and nothing. Unless you wanted to jump to the..other..bit." Finn drinks from the beer long, watching her before settling it on the counter and pushing his fridge shut.
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Astrid tips her head. "That was before you said something about hot pockets," she says. She's watching him closely now, not on edge exactly, but curious and wary.
"Oh...you like hot pockets that much?" Finn looks a bit miffed. He was kidding about hot pockets. He has actual food. He turns to the fridge and yanks opent he freezer to dig into...a hot pocket box. "Pepperoni is fine, right?"
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She laughs... and it is startlingly beautiful, the life of it like a glimpse of what happens when she dances. "Whatever you offer is fine," she says, relenting.

He has a hotpocket in his hand when she laughs at him, he turns over his shoulder to look. Then closes the fridge behind the one. "I'll cook you a better breakfast, how about that?" Finn is walking to her, reaching out to snag a beltloop on her shorts.
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She neither stops him nor touches him in turn, but there's a definite something in her eyes when they meet his. "Who said I was staying that long?"
"C'mon. Theres another bed. Or I can have the couch." Finn smiles and kisses her forehead gently, reaching up to brush the stray hairs from her face.
Astrid draws back from him, her brow furrowing. "Why?" she says, her confusion genuine. "Why would you--"
"I don't want to call a cab?" Finn almost got her forehead again and his fingers tighten at her shorts. "Jesus christ, Astrid. Whats the issue here?"
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"I don't know," she says warily. "I don't know what you want, if you're gonna make me pay you pack, or, or come at me again like before." Her voice gets less wary and more honest, though she never raises it. "I-- I don't know why you're acting like some kind of, like, *nice* person now." She just *looks* at him for the space of a breath, eyes widening a little. "I don't *know* you."