"You're... making me something?" Twilight muttered apprehensively through his Macrowave, watching him at his stove. She'd been scooting closer, lately; though the topic of eating anything from his side might very well scare her away.

Three days until Barnon would reach the Borutine Deposit. Just a few chunks of floating rock that had spiraled off an asteroid after a bump and impacted on a local moon. He's got the contract pulled up on his Holopad, scrawling the details as a reminder while he messes with a pair of the burritos.

"Yeah, consider it an apology. Wanna show you one of my favorite styles of Burrito -- no 'M' word in it, promise" Barnon assures her, giving her an empathetic expression.

He thinks she's got some kind of stool or chair in front of the Macrowave now. She's watching everything he does curiously, and can sit there for a quite a while. Looks like she's higher up, too.

"You don't have to avoid saying meat for me, Barnon. It's... appreciated though." She sighs, shifting to get comfortable. She almost had her head sticking through, though seemed apprehensive about crossing the boundary herself. While travel between had already been confirmed when Barnon snatched the burrito back, Twilight was playing it cautious, for now. No telling how it might react to her magic.

"What is that?" She asks, ear flicking.

Barbon gives her a side-eye, waiting for her to specify. She'd spent four hours yesterday asking him what every visible piece of machinery, furniture or object that was in line of sight to the Macrowave was. She was still coming to terms that he was a 'Spaceman'.

"Why do you have two Burritos spilled open like that? And... what's that glowing thing you keep looking at?" She tilts her head.

Barnon claps his hands together, rubbing them.
"Alright. Here, hold this while I explain the forbidden fifteen-cheese burrito."

Before she can ask what, Barnon picks up the Holopad, and tosses it into the Macrowave. Twilight flinches back as it flies into her side, grabbing it with her magic before she falls off the stool that she'd propped up on her kitchen counter.

Magic glowing around it, Twilight brings the Holopad closer to herself. It's like a... glowing metal book, but rather than opens, it projects its words. Twilight paws at it with her hoof, eyes growing wide as it responds to her touch.

Barnon raises an eyebrow, still getting used to her whole magic thing, but goes back to his craft.

The current holopage is about that contract that Barnon had been talking about. Mining on the moon?

"Now, to achieve the fifteen forbidden cheeses, you need to mix..." He trails off, noticing how she's completely and utterly distracted.
"Nevermind. My fault for leading with the Holopad. Knock yourself out, just pass it back when you're done."

Twilight absently nods, eyes glued to the piece of technology. It contrasted everything around her, as if it was built from a world that held different principles.

... Because it was. Sweet Celestia.

Barnon buries himself in his craft, forging a pair of forbidden fifteen-cheese burritos, spanning mozzarella to yhutaim string-cheese. They're abhorrently overpacked, and slid into the oven.

Wiping his hands, he peeks on Twilight. Eyes the size of dinnerplates, entirely absorbed in slowly scrawling the Holopad, its orange interface softly lighting her face.

These Pony things were kinda cute. Like, in an adorable way. But they had that hint of normalcy; the eye bags, the slipped speech... like a human in pony form, almost. And they spoke the same language, without needing his translator? And could read, judging by how she was glued to the Holopad.

When they'd been talking about each of their worlds, the amount of similarities seemed too common to be coincidence. While technologically lacking in comparison, their tech stance was... really inconsistent. They had trains and airships, but also club music and DJ's. No guns, but cannons? Weird little melting pot.

After a good half an hour of tenderly warming the burritos, and checking in on the stupefied Twilight now and then, his craft was finished. Plated, steaming and ready, he stands in front of the Macrowave.

"Twilight."

Nothing. She's still right there, like, smackably close, but is staring in utter and absolute fascination at the Holopad.

"Hey. Twilight. Burrito."

She slowly blinks, scrolling more.

"Alright."

Barnon reaches through the Macrowave, and flicks her ear. She flinches, startling, snapping out of her stupor as she re-processes her surroundings -- locking on the Burrito on a plate being held in front of her.

"Oh. Oh! Sorry, Barnon, I got uh... distracted. Here, let me..." She trails off, idly grabbing the plate with her magic as she goes to look back at the Holopad.

"Oh no you don't." Barnon tsks -- ever the snatchmaster, Twilight can't react in time as he plucks it out of her hooves.

"N-No, Barnon WAIT--" Twilight squeaks, freezing as he looks at the display.

She's got like 15 tabs open. How did she figure this thing out so fast--

Is that a dick?

Barnon squints, his own plate of Burrito put back on the countertop as he looks over the tabs.

Human Anatomy Flickipedia Page.

Full 360 of Naked Human Males - HD 8k.

Sweaty human male aerobic exercises & stretching.

Oiled Up -- alright. Barnon stops reading.

He slowly, ever so excruciatingly pans his glare to settle on Twilight. She's entirely turned around, facing away, a rampant blush peeking out on her cheeks, fidgeting rapidly with her Mane.

"...Explain later. Burrito while its warm." Barnon says bluntly, closing the tabs.

"B-but I c-can--" Twilight starts, turning around.

"Nuh uh. We can talk about why the first thing you did on my Holopad was look up dicks later. Eat your Burrito and fall prey to its fifteen cheese techniques, its... fervent blend of... ugh. Just eat the fucking thing." Barnon groans. It just didn't feel the same, now. Way to spoil the mood, horndog.

"O-okay." She mumbles, softly chewing the Burrito after staring at it quietly for a moment.

They eat in an awkward silence, Barnon meandering to his bed and sitting on the edge of it.

It's during this silence that Twilight quietly realizes that Barnon had reached through the portal, again. And made physical contact with her. A playful ear flick, sure -- but as far as she could tell... no averse effects.

She gets excited, ripping into the burrito with renewed vigor.

It was also really bucking good.

Barnon was just glad she wasn't put off from Burritos entirely thanks to that earlier mishap.

What was not good, was trying to explain her search history. The altered Burritos had been consumed, and now came the awkward part. Why the Unicorn was looking up dicks.

Barnon is leaning against the counter, watching Twilight stutter and try to explain her reasoning, now that she had a meal to think it over.

"I-it's because I can't see you that well, and it's confusing!" Twilight exclaims.

"You can't see me that well through my Macrowave... so you look up what I would look like naked?" Barnon states bluntly.

"N-not like that! Y-Your Holopad is like a super-book, with whatever topics I could ever want under one cover! S-so I got curious and started searching, b-because sometimes you're wearing your full skin-suit thing, other times you walk around in nothing but those little pants! I don't get it! Ponies don't wear clothes! You're also not shaped like anything in my world, and all the information w-was just... there! Scientific curiosity! Honest!" She flusters, waving her hooves.

Barnon places an abhorred hand against his chest, looking at Twilight with shock.
"You've been watching me in my underwear? You ARE a little perverted purple pony, aren't you?!" Barnon accuses, wiggling a finger at her.

"W-what?! No! You keep leaving your Micro--Macrowave door open and walking past, listening to your loud scrunkly music! I try talking to you and you start dancing! It--its--" She fumbles, as Barnon gasps loudly.

"I leave my Macrowave door open for you, so you can talk to me when you want, and you use it to SPY, AND WATCH ME and my most VULNERABLE moments?" Barnon sputters, like he's about to faint.

Twilight has achieved an entirely new color on her face with the sheer embarrassment she's exuding. Barnon barely stifles a laugh.

"I'm fucking with you, Sparkplug. Just ask first; there's a lot of shitty sites with shifty ads, especially when it comes to horny shit. I don't give a shit if you want to look at dick or scientific models of human anatomy -- though I don't know how scientific 'Oiled Up' is." Barnon teases, pausing as Twilight buries her head in her hooves.

"...Promise you're not mad?" She asks quietly.

"What? Psh. Course I'm not. But now YOU owe ME a book on oiled-up Pony anatomy. I expect big asses, too -- or flanks, or whatever you call them." Barnon snort-laughs.

Twilight groans, her head thunking against her kitchen countertop, the embarrassment practically steaming off of her.

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