Toppings (Sloane)

"We could go with that." Sloane shrugged with a straight face despite her amusement. "Might need to hose him down someday." Much like Hart, Sloane didn't like feeling dirty. She made it a point to wash up three times a day. Extreme to some but just very routine for Sloane.

Sloane realised then that Hart didn't know that she was meta. A pretty powerful one at that, one who can absorb another meta's power for one full hour. Not that she had occasion to use it these days. Hart would probably not care as much as other people because he did have his niece in Hammel. But it didn't mean she had to tell him...yet.

"Oh is that a holiday?" The police officer smirked at Hart's intonation. "Maybe." She shrugged with a little smile. Besides, if she couldn't talk to other people present, at least Hart would be there. And quite maybe Charlie. "I'll get back to you on that." She bit into the pizza with a quite non-committal nod.

She wouldn't have opened up the topic of his job if she had run out of things to say, really. But Sloane was not a conversationalist. It was why she decided to be a cop, besides being from a long line of them. You didn't have to talk so much. You could usually just get a detective to do the interrogating for you most of the time.

"You used to teach? Really?" This was news to Sloane obviously. Hart didn't seem the teacher type. Mostly because Sloane thought he ought to have been a model. Yes, she appreciated the guy's looks. And body. No, she wasn't objectifying him at all.

"I'm sure Hammel has available spots," Sloane said, not quite understanding why she was so invested in Hart's occupational options. She supposed it was mostly because being a clerk was just not a guy's job. Not because it more suited a woman but because it was distracting. They were practically on the same desk.

"Well hey," she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. "Sorry if I'm babbling." She mumbled before stuffing the pizza into her mouth. Why she suddenly felt shy around Hart, she didn't know. But she did not like it, to be sure. She checked her watch and groaned. "Augh, we have to leave soon. You think Davis and Farley would want some pizza?"

"I'm sorry! It's...unexpected. I mean how can you stand their incessant babbling? I mean, those two boys who came in, I just couldn't even get them to shut up. I can ask adults to shut up but kids? They just go on and on and on and..." she stopped herself and realised that this was the most she had spoken to anybody at one time. It felt a tad strange. Maybe she sort of did have more social graces than she was previously thought.

"Amen to that." She raised her pizza and pressed it briefly against Hart's before taking a healthy chunk out of it. "I have a nephew who just barely escaped middle school with his pants intact. A trooper that one." She was divulging seriously personal information now. It was disturbing how easy everything was coming out.

She took one more slice of pizza and shook chilli flakes and cheese all over it as Hart went to get a to-go box. Hart was right, had he told her that he was going to pay, she would have cuffed him to the table and paid for it herself. But she didn't know and she would get him back for it. Nothing serious. Probably cancel the the internet so he won't be able to post new winnings on his "Angry Birds" game or...whatever pixelated antropomorphic animal bounced on his screen currently.

"Yeah." She nodded as she bit into the crust of her pizza as the other hand rummaged through her pockets for a tenner, slipping it into Hart's pants pocket. "Thanks for asking me out." Sloane licked her lips ebfore realising the choice of words she had used. "Of the station I mean. For lunch. Not..." she frowned and down went her pride in her social graces. She quite obviously knew nothing about being a regular human being.

"And the ones that are, are horrible." Sloane rolled her eyes, although there was a tiny smile in the corner of her lips. It was actually pretty hard to keep an annoyed demeanour around Hart, it seemed and frankly Sloane didn't quite mind. Much.

"Well good on you. They deserve it." She shrugged. It was clear as day that Sloane did not put children in high regard. Her nieces and nephews were monsters. And she held every single child in the whole world to their standard.

Glad that Hart was willing to not mull over her awkward, Sloane stood up and followed Hart out of the restaurant. "Come let me hold that. You're going to spill everything on you walking like that." She extended her hand out to grab the pizza box.

"How much are you willing to bet Farley would chew us out for coming back late?"