Chapter 6 - Cooking time

"Well this sounds like a fun inception, right loves?" Eames said sarcastically, walking through the door of Gianna's house. "What's cooking, darling?"

"Well, I got off earlier than all of you, and I thought you might be tired of takeout, so I'm making seafood! Oysters to be exact." Ginna said.

"Smells delicious." Ariadne said, kicking off her shoes.

"What sauce are going to put on them, love?"

"I haven't decided yet."

"Darling, if you're going to my wife you have to learn how to make dinner straight from my heart."

"Oh? And who says I'm to be your wife? And, I wouldn't know where you're from. I pretty much took three strangers in on a whim."

"Who could resist this? And here's a fun fact for you, Mombasa is where I'm from. Home is where the heart is." He stated dramatically sarcastic.

"Okay Mr. Dramatics, show me? What sauce do you want me to make."

"Why, Traditional Mombasan oysters with wine garlic sauce, of course." He said, showing her how to make it.

"Well, since we're finished, I'll start on dishes." Gianna said later, after everyone was done.

"Eames gets to help." Ariadne said

"Why me!"

"Because, you're the one who insisted she make this stuff anyway." Arthur said, annoyed.

"Arthur, darling, I think you need some form of release, you're always so annoyed. Maybe we should send you and Ariadne to the motel down the street?" Eames teased.

"Eames, the faster you come over here, the faster it can get done, so, the faster you can get back to teasing Arthur." Gianna said, pulling Eames into the kitchen by his shirt sleeve. "So,"

"So tell me things about yourself, love."

"What's there to tell? I was born up north in Michigan, we moved here when I was a baby and lived here ever since. I was your typical rebellious, yet still pays attention to the rules, teenager who was the first of her friends to get her license. I was boy crazy, just as any other girl. I played piano, and was in my childrens and teen choir not ambitious enough to pursue it. I babysat three times a week for five years. I learned everything I know about guns from my grandfather, and took over his gun shop temporarily after he died. My parents died a couple years back, my sister moved away and got married just before. Here we are. I lived quite a life. Now, about yourself."

"Now now, darling, if I told you things about me, there wouldn't be anything to fantisize about, now would there be?" He told her cockily.

"Yes, because that's what I do at night. Sit and fantisize about you."

"I say, it's your birthday tomorrow, is it not?"

"Um, yes." Gianna answered, worried as to where this was going.

"We must celebrate then! After work. Since you always get out so early, we'll meet you back here and take you anywhere you wanna go!"

"Kill me." She said handing the last dish to Eames and walking off.

"She's more excited than you think." Ariadne whispered as she walked by. Eames smirked to himself as he finished drying the dish and walking to the porch to finish teasing Arthur. Except...He wasn't there.

"Why on earth would you want to know anything about Eames?" Arthur patronized Gianna

"Because I pretty much spilled my life sotry without thinking about it and he didn't tell me anything."

"Well, where should I start. First of all, his name is Eames Jacob Alexander. He grew up in Scrooby and soon moved to Mombasa after a few run-ins with the law. Family is unknown but I hear him talking about his sister to himself sometimes. That's all I know. I haven't done a thorough background check since Cobb knew him previously before he hired him the first time."

"Hm, maybe this is usefull information for evil purposes." Gianna pondered what she could use his full name for against him.

A/N: More fillers since I know I was supposed to update last week AND this week, I was just too busy to do so. I had family over, and we had to babysit these people's kids for three days straight and school started and lame excuses like that. Sorry!

I completely suck at writing crap like elaborating on the extraction parts so if you have suggestions send them my way! :D

Good? Bad? Lemme know, but it probably sucked!