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Cameron looked from the door to the disgruntled Remy. She had absolutely no idea what just happened or what would make the girl jump into defensive mode so fast. Up until now she seemed perfectly fine dealing with House. It must have been something pretty big to throw her off like that. Intrigued by the situation, but feeling like she was in no position to ask questions, she simply nodded when Remy proposed going downstairs. "Alright," she agreed. "I still have to see the dining room anyway," she said, trying to lift the mood somewhat.
As she followed Remy downstairs, she couldn't help but wonder what she had an 80% chance of. What did he say when his daughter interrupted him? The time? What was so bad about checking the time? Nooo, that couldn't be it. Maybe it was a metaphor, or maybe she didn't hear right. Noticing she was over thinking things, she chastised herself for already prying indirectly. If Remy had anything she didn't want to share, then she should respect that.
House let a smug little smile tug at his lips when he heard the footsteps come down the stairs. "I am leaving the girls alone," he said innocently, seating himself at the kitchen table near the PSP. "This is me, leaving the girls alone." He grabbed the PSP and turned it on, about to make a comment on clothes and 'keeping it up,' but changing his mind when the girls entered the kitchen.
He made a show of looking at his watch. "Look at that, you two are just in time to help setting the table." He turned to his PSP again and unpaused the game. "And by help do I mean do it for the poor, crippled, old man."
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Remy led Cameron toward the dining room, half afraid to go into it. If House did say anything though, Cuddy would surely be pissed at him for awhile. Her cheeks felt like they were burning and she tried to relax, not wanting either House or Cameron to see her blushing. It was times like these she wished she had never told her parents she was bisexual. At least she hadn't confided in them that she was in what could be considered a relationship with Eric Foreman, a thirty-year-old man currently on House's diagnostic team. She figured she could deal with House knowing she was checking Cameron out as long as he never got wind of who her 'boyfriend' was. Their relationship had been a secret for nearly three months.
As she walked into the room, she refused to scowl at House, instead walking over to the cupboard and beginning to get out dishes and silverware. "Mom, I made plans with Wilson after school tomorrow," she stated, taking things to the table. "He said Allison could help if it's okay with you." She loved going to the hospital and working for Wilson. Of course, she only got to organize files and run things to and from the lab, but she learned more there than she ever did at school. Plus, Wilson paid her for being his secretary. And, if she was lucky, House would occasionally go behind Cuddy's back and have her go talk to patients he didn't want to talk to.
"That's fine," Cuddy answered, nodding her head. She took three of the glasses to the table then returned to the fourth one which was still empty. "Sweetheart, what would you like to drink?" she asked, glancing over at Cameron.
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Cameron looked around as they walked, much too distracted with her new environment to notice any discomfort Remy might be displaying. She had never considered her own family to be bad off, but this place was certainly much more extravagant than where she used to live. Nothing over the top – she hadn't discovered a gaming room yet, but then again, maybe that was going to be revealed to her during the tour.
Once they had entered the dining room, she felt at a loss until Remy starting taking out dishes and silverware. Making sure to remember where she pulled them from, she helped out with setting the table. "Who's Wilson?" she asked, images of a jock that needed homework help filling her mind. Somehow, she managed to keep the annoyed grimace from appearing on her face. "And what are we helping with?" She prayed to God that she was wrong. Every time one of them asked her for homework help, they ended up trying to make a date out of it. Well, okay, it had only happened one time and she could've known beforehand if she paid more attention. Anyone who asked the pretty girl instead of the resident nerd couldn't have been serious about tutoring.
House shifted along with a movement he was making on the PSP, tilting to the right as he turned the device to the side. "You would have the time, wouldn't you?" he said, even though his attention seemed to be lost to the game.
Cameron looked up from the set table, completely unaware of what House was implying. "Water is just fine." She didn't want to make a big deal out of what she usually drank, and who didn't not have water?
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Remy glanced over at Cameron and smiled. "Dr. Wilson works at the hospital my parents work at," she replied. "He pays me to organize his files and run labs for him. It's great." A lot of kids at her school did some kind of work or volunteering at the hospital - at least the ones she knew anyway. A large group of them that had been in school together since middle school wanted to be doctors, and so the school set to keeping them all in the same classes together. Cuddy had helped organize letting them do things at the hospital to see what working there was like. Fortunately for her, her parents worked there and she got the best jobs. Despite that she had no idea what Cameron wanted to be after high school, she had scheduled their classes together. It wasn't like the classes were different than others anyway; she'd just have to deal with spending the days with aspiring doctors.
She stopped by House as she put a plate down in front of him and narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. Placing one hand on the table, she leaned forward and made sure neither Cuddy nor Cameron could hear her. "It's a quarter till I tell Mom where your porn stash is," she mumbled in his ear, smirking slightly. She did know where that was - and had been caught curiously going through it two or three times, much to her embarrassment each time. She kissed his cheek before pulling back and walking over to the place she normally sat.
Cuddy eyed Remy and House suspiciously, but didn't say anything to them. She poured Cameron a glass of water and placed it by the seat near Remy, figuring the two of them might want to sit beside each other. "You know, maybe House needs help organizing his files and running labs also," she suggested, glancing over at House. She turned away from him again and began getting the food out of the oven. "That way I wouldn't have to look in all the janitors closets to find his charts. If the two of you are working together, you could get things done both for oncology and diagnostics."
"Seriously?" Remy asked, her eyes widening with excitement. If they were doing things for House, that could mean they would be around for differentials. "Dad, can we?" she pleaded, turning to face him again.
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Cameron's lips parted in a silent 'oh' at the explanation. She wasn't sure whether to be happy or not. Organizing files didn't sound like much fun and she had no idea how to run labs, whatever that meant. She hadn't even considered a career in the hospital. There had been some moments in her life that she considered becoming a veterinarian, but never anything as serious as a doctor. Maybe she could be persuaded. It'd be a new, but most of all, very distracting experience. Besides, it would probably give her more time to get to know Remy better. Though they'd spend a lot of time together at the house too. She shrugged it off, quickly deciding on a diplomatic answer. "I guess I'll have to see for myself, then," she responded with a smile of her own.
House didn't react visibly to the friendly kiss, instead pursing his lips when he died in game. Before the device could finish playing a pitiful tune, he shut off the PSP and glimpsed down at his watch. "Yours must be behind, because it's way past that time on my watch," he said, giving her a pointed look. If Cuddy hadn't been so preoccupied with the new girl's mental state, he'd probably have added that the woman added to or watched some of the porn as well. His eyes flickered over to Cuddy for a second, and before she could break them up for possible suspicious behavior, he added, "Maybe your battery is running low."
To the bystander, namely Cameron, it sounded like something was going on. The battery comment made her doubt, but House had all the intentions in the world to make that comment sound dubious as well. She didn't say anything, however, and just seated herself in her appointed spot.
House took a sip from his drink as he listened to Cuddy's proposal. He removed the glass from his lips and contemplated the idea longer than necessary before raising his eyebrows at Cameron. "Like asking elves to make Santa's toys," he shared, nodding as he turned to put his glass back in its original place. "No screwing around though," he said, obviously cracking another joke, but managing to keep on a serious face. "Peoples' lives were at stake," he added in mock drama. He didn't take the effort to put extra emphasis on the past tense.