"Thank you, had some renovations recently done." Taylor said before looking around the room, looking for something. Wadsworth came around the corner and greeted the two, the Mr.Handy butler always wandering around the place tending to whatever Taylor herself needed. "Good Evening, Madam. How are you this fine day?" "Tired." Taylor said to the robotic butler. "Unbelievably tired. Could you make me and my guest a coffee?" "Certainly madam." The Butler replied before heading off into the kitchen.
"Wow, Mr Handy Model 8, last model produced before the nukes fell. Rare find. Didnt expect to see one here of all places." Jonathan said amazed, watching the bot go into the kitchen, "Wonder how that thing found its way here...Anyways, you should probably head to bed, don't worry about me."
"I will, coffee makes me sleepy though." Taylor told Jonathan. Wadsworth came back with two coffees, perfectly warm and not hot enough burn the drinkers tounge. Taylor had Brahmin milk added inside hers. "Ironic, since it's supposed to keep you awake. It has the opposite to me."
Jonathan chuckled,"Different things have different effects for different people. After all, that's what everyone is. Different. Sadly, where I came from seems to forget that more often than not." He took a sip of his coffee, "Oh, and thank you. For giving me a chance that is. I scare most people off my my smarts and well, I'm not exactly the most eloquent of speakers."
As much as Taylor would have wanted to ask about Jonathan's home, she figured that it wouldn't be appropriate at the time. "It's alright, your happy to come here whenever you want." She didn't know what to say herself, the other man nearby her was as intelligent as she was yet had barely little interaction socially.
Jonathan started to look down when he noticed the thing on Taylor's wrist for the first time, "Is that, is that a Pipboy 3000A?? Where the hell did you find one of those things! Only people from the Vault ge- ...wait...You're the Lone Wonderer??"
Taylor had a cheeky smile on her face. "Sure am! Don't really know why people call me that, but anyway." She said as she looked down at the Pipboy. "I'm the girl from 101"
"It's because of Three Dog, the guy on Galaxy News Radio. He calls you it all the time." Jonathan explained as he took out his radio, "His radio has been down outside the DC area for awhile now, but I managed to make it to where this radio can pick up incredibly faint radio signals and amplify it so you can here it without all the static, once picked up a broadcast from New Vegas, which is about 2,000 miles away."
"Wow, that's pretty cool actually." Taylor told him. "I don't really need to be placed as the poster girl for the wasteland, I just do whatever I can to make the world a better place. But Three-Dog knows about this stuff better then me, so I don't really mind."
"Well, things are bad out here. People need proof that there is still good out there that isnt just killing super mutants. So, Three Dog is using you, it will give people hope, and hope is quite powerful." Jonathan told Taylor, "But it is sadly quite lacking here."
Taylor gave Jonathan a small smile. "It's something that I've decided to dedicate my life towards. I don't want to die without making a difference." The Lone Wander yawned loudly before eventually she couldn't fight it any longer. "Well, I'm going to bed. Wadsworth will be sure to get you a blanket and pillow. I'm not going to let you sleep in the cold. Oh, and Jonathan?" What Taylor did next would have surprised anyone in the room. She kissed the socially awkward man on the cheek. It was quick, but it was sweet. She looked at him and smiled, despite looking like she was about to collapse at any moment. "Thanks for the talk." Taylor said with a smile on her face before heading upstairs to bed. The moment she made it to her bedroom, her legs gave way as she fell onto the bed. She was asleep the moment she made contact with the pillows.
Jonathan sat in shock for several moments in utter shock from the cheek kiss, completely caught off guard by it, "Well then..." he muttered to himself, "Was definitely NOT expecting that..." Suddenly Wadsworth cut in as he hovered in with blankets and a pillow, "Excuse me sir, but would you care for me to fix your bed?" "Oh, yeah, sure. Thanks." Jonathan stammered, getting up off the couch and watched Wadsworth make the best bed he could of the couch, "Thanks Wadsworth, you can shut down for the night." "Thank you sir." Wadsworth replied before hovering off and shutting off somewhere. Jonathan got himself comfy and looked up at the ceiling, trying to process what just happened still. Unlike Taylor, it would be a couple hours before he finally managed to get some sleep. ****** The patrol eventually made their way back home from the Mall, taking with them the Declaration of Independence, the gavel that belonged to the last Speaker of the House, and various other artifacts, along with the schematics for the Delta VI rocket on display in the Museum of Technology. The small Brotherhood of Steel presence at the mall kept their distance, so the two factions never came in contact, but after the patrol left, the Brotherhood of Steel and the Ghouls in the Underworld were the only things left living on and directly by the Mall. While the group thought they would never need most of what they recovered, they figured it was safer with them than left to rot on the Mall.
By the next morning, Taylor headed down the stairs. She slept like an angel, drowning out pretty much every noise that would have been made in the morning. She stumbled down stairs to find Jonathan still asleep, while Wadsworth wasn't expected to reactivate for another half an hour.
10 minit3s later, Jonathan 2oke in the not so gracrfuly wqy of accidentally rolling of the couch. "Ow!" He yelled ou5 in surprise, but not trally in pain. Slowly untangling himself from his blanket he loojed around and say Taylor, "Well goos morning."
"Oh...good morning. Sleep well?" Taylor said before heading over to the fridge to find something. She didn't find much, and bread was actually very rare in the Capitol Wastes. She needed to get some food supplies at some point.
"Pleazd tell me you have actual food and not that 200 year old Old World "snacks"." Jonathan called to Taylor as she looked through her fridge before turning around and neatly folding the blanket he had used that night.
"Oh no, I get everything fresh. I sometimes go to the markets in River City or just go down to Megaton. If push comes to shove, I go hunting myself." Taylor replied back. "Trust me, I learnt that lesson once I left the Vault. It was a 200 year old snack and I had no knowledge or survival training on the outside world. You should have seen me, I was probably the sickest person in the wastes for a day or two."
Jomathan nodded, "That's good, fresh food is so hard to come by.." he muttered, "If you need any help, I'll see what I can do." Jjonathan placed the pillow and blanket on the arm of the couch, and sat there, wondering if he should ask about the cheek kiss from last nigbt.
Taylor took out two small ingredients, most of which were typically found in the wasteland, and began to make something out of it. This usually consisted of some spices and meat along with a purified bottle of water. She put the meal into two small bowls and gave it to him. The actual serving amount was tiny, but was easily filling enough. She sat down on the couch next to Jonathan, her table was currently full of all sorts of books and random items.
Jonathan looked at the bowl before slowly tasting it, "Hm...What's in here?" He asked, genuinely curious, "Whatever it is, it's good."
