Nate smiled down at her. He glanced around, there wasn't very much to the house, it was simple and somehow easy on the eyes. Russ rolled his eyes. RJ "I'm old, I don't need any parties. You're the closest I want to get." He had little to no expression but was clearly full of sarcasm in a very gruff and grandpa way. RJ "Y'all been on the road for too long, betting you want a bite to eat before I send ya to bed." He pushed off the doorframe and walked into the kitchen area, which had worn warm off-white tile on the floor and similarly colored countertops. He reached over and pulled a foil covered pan of steaming vegetables and- he was assuming venison. Couple hot pads and he put it on the table. "Aww you cooked for us?" He said sarcastically, holding a hand down for her to grab for some help up.

"Nate's certainly a party." Tempe quipped, smirking. She sat up slowly, wincing and laying a hand over her stitches in a slightly frustrated way. She tilted her head at the mention of food, perking up and looking over the back of the couch. She took his hand and stood up, playfully swatting at his arm. "Hey, I'm grateful. Probably better than Nate's cooking." She said, wobbling her way over to the table and offering Russ a smile.

He made a face. "Russ taught me how to cook so I don't know how much hope you got." He teased, Russ glared for a moment. RJ "Hah." And back to preparing food. Wishing he had some powers too, Nate watched her move to the table. Russ looked up as she stood up, but the pain wasn't quite what caught his eye, it was the look on Nate's face. It probably wasn't obvious to Tempe as she was more focused on food and walking. He ran a hand over his mouth, watching her struggle, ready to catch her. Russ could see that he was quite upset about something in his own hard to read way, which after meeting Russ would probably explain why half the time if you weren't really listening you wouldn't be able tell how Nate was feeling. He ignored it as Nate looked up to Russ, pushing the though out of his head as the chairs were pulled out. Russ closest to the corner, Nate on the end and Tempe across from Russ, also in a corner because of the small wall between the kitchen and the rest of it. RJ "Its still pretty warm, don't burn yourself." He gave the two plates, forks and knives. RJ "So how'd you two meet up?" Nate looked sheepishly at Tempe for a second while grabbing his food.

"Russ looks like he knows how to cook, at least. You look like you never figured out how to boil water without burning it. I can firmly say I 100% trust Russ and his cooking." Tempe teased, glancing around the corner she put herself in and offering Nate a smile. She took the utensils with a light nod of her head. "Thank you for the food. And the place to stay, obviously." She smiled, glancing up at the question. "That's a long story. We met at a motel, I did some stupid shit, he laughed, best friends ever since. Well, I kind of forced my friendship on him, but he took it in stride." She shrugged, picking at her food quietly afterwards.

RJ "I like her." He said with a slight grin Nate passed a glare between the two of them. "I can too." He defended his water boiling honor and reached for some food, he could fele how hot it was, sitting back in his seat. Russ nodded. RJ "no biggie. What use is a pull-out sofa if ya ain't got anyone to sleep on it?" He said evenly, listening to her response. He tilted his head. As she grabbed her food, he looked at Nate with a look that read 'we're gonna have a chat later'. Nate narrowed his eyes slightly. RJ "He likes you either way, so I will too." He said calmly, smiling slightly. RJ "How long 'it take for you worry for his head?" He put his elbows on the table. Teasing Nate indirectly.

"Sure you can. Whatever you wanna tell yourself." Tempe grinned, smiling at Russ. "Good point." She nodded, starting to eat and glancing between the two in interest. They had a special sort of relationship, one she couldn't quite pick out. It was almost fatherly and almost friendly, not entirely one or the other. A sort of mix of the two. She smiled at the comment, glancing at Nate. "Thanks. I like you too, Russ." She offered, chuckling at the question and glancing at Nate. "Around ten minutes. He dared me to hang off a roof like a bat." She said simply, continuing to eat as if thag were a completely normal sentence.

Nate tested his food, still wondering if he could get away without telling Russ that she wasn't human. Well she was human but not their kind of human. He took a bite, it was barely cool enough. Russ smiled slightly at her. And then turned into a "dude what the fuck" look at Nate. "What was I suppised to do?" Russ smacked the back of his head. "Ow!" Upset teenager. They both had similar habits of tossing their hands up in frustration, but it really showed when they were around each other. Russ shook his head. RJ "boy you gonna get me a heart attack." Nate glared. "You're not old enough for that." RJ "you say that now while you're young and spry."

Tempe went right on eating, with the food and the warmth. She hadn't been able to sit and have a dinner at a table in a long time, so there was that. She smiled back at Russ, snickering when Nate got hit. She looked between the two, again trying to figure out just what their relationship was. She piped up after their exchange. "I personally don't think you look a day over 25, Russ." She joked.

Nate turned to her like she'd ripped a chunk out of his heart. RJ "See! I am a total fox." Russ had a very good mocking tone, Nate made a face. "Egh don't say that." He said in a convincing 'I'm about to throw up' quiver tone. He looked away but the smile on his face was apparent. RJ "drama queen. Sorry about him." He grinned back at Nate, who had some food in his mouth and his elbows on the table too. RJ "So where you from?" He asked Tempe, changing the subject before it turned into a food fight.

Tempe snickered, closing her eyes for a moment sso he didn't laugh too hard. "Don't be. I've had to deal with his drama for long enough that I don't mind." She grinned, looking up and tilting her head at the question. "Oh- Virginia. Small town a few hours from D.C." She nodded, tensing slightly. Usually, when 'where ya from?' Questions popped out, Tempe ran away as fast as possible.