[As Jason worked on the door, Kori began to prepare breakfast. He liked things simple enough — bacon, eggs, toast — so she knew it wasn’t going to take very long to cook. Jason had finished the door quicker than she could fry up eggs, however, and she was flipping pieces of bacon when he reentered the room.] “We should take her sailing. It’s been ages since I’ve been on the open ocean.” [There was a certain fondness to her tone; Kori missed the sea more than she ever let on. The Starfire was truly the first place she called home. Her attachment to the ship was so strong that she’d called herself after it. That had to say something. Kori pulled a face as the stench hit her, and she shook her head.] “Let’s hope not.” [The food was finished a moment later, and Kori served it onto two plates. She extended one to Jason as she rounded her kitchen counter and took a seat.]
[A sad smile sat on her face as she spoke, and Jason remembered just how fierce she’d looked in the pictures she’d salvaged from the Starfire, wind whipping her hair around her shoulders.] Yeah. Past the harbor, get some real sun. Maybe take the Idiot with us for entertainment. Gods know he could use a tan. [He laughed, then sat, digging into the plate he’d been looking forward to since their conversation the night before. It was delicious.] Speaking of the Idiot King, how’d that all turn out? He didn’t swing back by the Complex, so he’s either dead or doing great. Wanna talk about it?
and all of this will never be the same again 