[He's careful to keep a very neutral face when Gideon opts for a salad, of all things. Though it is most certainly her choice, and an admirably healthy one, Rip knows quite well that she's seen a bevy of far more interesting fares requested during her time. And yet, off all the things she could have opted for for her first meal--
Well. She's often quite practical about things, which Gideon herself proves a beat later. The mention of crew quarters does leave them with something of a quandary. Rip frowns as he considers it, though he already knows Gideon is correct.]
True though that may be, it would be a bit presumptuous to ask either of them to give up their private space on what could be a permanent basis. [From what Rip's been able to gather, they haven't been together for very long--certainly nowhere near the cohabitation stage of a relationship.
Which leaves them somewhat stuck. Rip leans an elbow on the table, shifting forward to rest his chin on his closed hand.] I suppose I could sleep in the parlor for the time being. It might not be the most convenient thing, but it shouldn't take too long to modify one of the storage rooms.
[And Rip, who is a rather private person, still would prefer to offer up his own space to Gideon to ensure she has a bed. Sara might not immediately agree, but Rip feels reasonably sure she can be talked into it. And it's not as if Rip hasn't slept in the office before--though typically not by design, but rather when he'd pushed himself too hard and exhaustion overtook him.
Come to think of it, Gideon's given him a few snide comments about that before. Usually when Rip complains about being sore the next day from sleeping rather awkwardly.]
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Well. She's often quite practical about things, which Gideon herself proves a beat later. The mention of crew quarters does leave them with something of a quandary. Rip frowns as he considers it, though he already knows Gideon is correct.]
True though that may be, it would be a bit presumptuous to ask either of them to give up their private space on what could be a permanent basis. [From what Rip's been able to gather, they haven't been together for very long--certainly nowhere near the cohabitation stage of a relationship.
Which leaves them somewhat stuck. Rip leans an elbow on the table, shifting forward to rest his chin on his closed hand.] I suppose I could sleep in the parlor for the time being. It might not be the most convenient thing, but it shouldn't take too long to modify one of the storage rooms.
[And Rip, who is a rather private person, still would prefer to offer up his own space to Gideon to ensure she has a bed. Sara might not immediately agree, but Rip feels reasonably sure she can be talked into it. And it's not as if Rip hasn't slept in the office before--though typically not by design, but rather when he'd pushed himself too hard and exhaustion overtook him.
Come to think of it, Gideon's given him a few snide comments about that before. Usually when Rip complains about being sore the next day from sleeping rather awkwardly.]