" I'm just saying, If Commander Lewis changed her name into something that starts with an S." Mark tells her " She could call herself C.S Lewis."
"Susan would be first choice obviously," Mindy replies.
"I'm guessing you call your intern Pevensie?" Mark says with a grin.
"As much as I possibly can."
"Then we'd have two Susans." He says thoughtfully. " I'm thinking something less obvious, like Sauron."
Before she can even formulate a reply to that their food is being served and they proceed to dig in, the food is just way too good to wait even a little bit.
"You weren't kidding, this is literally the best bulgogi I have ever had." Mark says as he takes another bite.
"It really is." Mindy stares at her delicious, wonderful plate. "If I could, I would start a new religion centered around this bulgogi."
"Ooooh!" Mark forks another piece of beef. "I can be your first convert."
Mindy snorts, she's glad to see that despite everything, Mark's sense of humor remains intact.
Which really, she had already know that when she acted at his outer space baby sitter, well, one of his outer space baby sitters.
She should get the calling cards of every individual who brought Mark home, they'd make the absolute best babysitting company ever.
"So," Mark starts, bless him, this friendship is new despite the history they have and the hallway meet ups " Mindy Park, I haven't actually officially thanked you for, you know, everything."
Well, that wasn't what she expected.
"Official ? This doesn't require any paperwork does it?" Humor, nice deflecting there Park.
"Oh god no," He mock glares at her " It's just I did a lot of thanking and hugging those first few weeks to a lot of people who all deserved it, somehow I managed to miss you, sorry about that."
He gives her a small smile, it's unsure and a little ( very) endearing.
"Hey, it's cool," she says because really, what is she supposed to say? " to be fair, I was on vacation trying to recover from living with a Mars body clock after baby sitting you all the time"
She hopes talking about this isn't too weird for him, he's got a smile on his though, probably because of the word baby sitting.
"Baby sitting?" Bingo. " making sure I don't stay past my Mars bedtime?"
"Ugh, now you're just making me sound old." Why is she even talking about having baby sat a man older than her to his face, what is her life.
He has this look on his face that makes Mindy think he's trying to wrap his mind around something, probably the sheer amount of effort people put into saving him.
Heavy stuff.
She grabs two forks from the utensil jar on the table and spears a single piece of meat unto each one before recreating the famous fork dance.
Mark stares at her in surprise before bursting into laughter.
She's not the best at this sort of thing but they're kind of friends now.
"Is that how this new religion goes? Recreating classic pop culture scenes?" He asks with a smile.
"It's my religion, I can do whatever I want with it."
Mark grabs another pair of forks and recreates the same thing, only he does it way better than she could and she's a little offended about that but she's laughing to hard to be able to show her displeasure properly so it really doesn't matter in the end.