He gave her a nod before exiting. Elizabeth looked at her. "Do you know what to do for the pancakes?"
She cocked her head thoughtfully. "I think so," she said thoughtfully. "My father taught me a long time ago. Apparently your son makes the best pancakes, but I don't know if I believe him."
Poppy laughed easily, the sound warm in her throat. "Oh, believe me, I know. When we were on the ship, I teased him about it quite a lot." She pulled her hair back. "If I remember correctly, we need flour, milk, eggs, baking powder, vanilla, salt, and butter." She frowned. "I think."
"We have all that," she commented, before continuing. "I don't know where in the world he got it from."
"I think it's really sweet," Poppy said before pausing. A small smile crossed her face. "Pun not intended. To tell you the truth, I was pretty intimidated by him when I first met him, so the fact that he had a sweet tooth really surprised me."
"Sure," she said with a shrug. She went to the sink to wash her hands. "I mean, I worked in the lab, so most of my peers were the stereotypical quiet, socially-inept scientists. But then suddenly I had to go on this mission with this polite but self-assured agent who had been working at this kind of thing for 11 years. It was very different from what I had known."
"He likes to say 11 years," she laughed. "He had two jobs at one point, though. When he was starting out he wasn't actually an agent."
"He's very ambitious," she agreed. "I think he worries about balancing his work and his personal life, though."
Poppy looked up, surprised, and then looked back down at the ground a little shyly, a small smile crossing her face. "I really love him," she said quietly. "He's just completely changed my life." She sighed and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "As for Vivienne... well... she's just broken, I think. If you're going to use people so casually like she does, I think you have to be a little broken."
