Cordelia remembered Fred telling her about how she loved tacos back when they were both enslaved. It had seemed like such a little thing then, but she was glad she remembered it now. Fred refused to eat anything, and the only person she wanted to talk to, Angel, was off on a spirtual journey.
Go figure.
But Cordelia wasn't the type to give up on things easily, and she wasn't going to let this poor girl starve to death. They were supposed to be helping the helpess, and right now, Fred was the helpless. So she was going to help her whether the girl wanted her help or not, damnit.
So she went to her favorite 24 hour taco stand and got some tacos. She wasn't sure which kind Fred would like, so she got a little bit of everything: chickn, beef, and even some carnitas.
She brought it up to the room Fred was staying in, knocking on the girl's door. "I brought you some tacos?" She called out.
There was only a second gone by before the door opened, and Fred actually looked happy for once. She looked like it was Christmas and her birthday all rolled up in one. "These are for me?"
"Yep," Cordelia smiled softly, watching as Fred picked one up, eating it like a starving person, which she probably was. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I got a little bit of everything."
Fred didn't say anything, not at first. Instead she just ate taco after taco, savoring each delicious, wonderful bite. She finished them in record time. "I'm surprised you remembered I liked 'em. Thank you."
And to that, Cordelia merely smiled. "What are friends for?"
Friends. Fred smiled a little bit to herself. Maybe this place wasn't so bad after all.
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Of Friendships and Tacos (PG, Fred, Cordelia)
Date: 2010-11-09 05:25 pm (UTC)Go figure.
But Cordelia wasn't the type to give up on things easily, and she wasn't going to let this poor girl starve to death. They were supposed to be helping the helpess, and right now, Fred was the helpless. So she was going to help her whether the girl wanted her help or not, damnit.
So she went to her favorite 24 hour taco stand and got some tacos. She wasn't sure which kind Fred would like, so she got a little bit of everything: chickn, beef, and even some carnitas.
She brought it up to the room Fred was staying in, knocking on the girl's door. "I brought you some tacos?" She called out.
There was only a second gone by before the door opened, and Fred actually looked happy for once. She looked like it was Christmas and her birthday all rolled up in one. "These are for me?"
"Yep," Cordelia smiled softly, watching as Fred picked one up, eating it like a starving person, which she probably was. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I got a little bit of everything."
Fred didn't say anything, not at first. Instead she just ate taco after taco, savoring each delicious, wonderful bite. She finished them in record time. "I'm surprised you remembered I liked 'em. Thank you."
And to that, Cordelia merely smiled. "What are friends for?"
Friends. Fred smiled a little bit to herself. Maybe this place wasn't so bad after all.