"Nah, we've got a working coffeemaker, we don't need- welp, now I've given it away."  She settles back in her chair and reaches over to unplug the evidently-a-coffeemaker.  "Not that it was such a big secret to begin with."

"I don't have much experience with coffee machines," Blaze says with a slight shrug. "They said it was a vice."

"Such a useful vice, though."  She tugs the machine off the counter and sets it on her lap, not bothering to make the chair taller.  "Anyway, you figured out the regular coffeemaker just fine... unless it was just a vice for you and not for them?"

She shrugs again. "I don't- Perhaps. They were-- It made sense?"

(At the time it had. She's not sure it does any more.)

"Well."  Cassie makes a bit of a face.  "It does stunt your growth apparently, you might not wanna take up the habit unless you're sure you're as tall as you're getting.  But if you're happy with how tall you are now, you're welcome to it."

"Mm. Maybe. Thank you."

And Blaze sets about making lunch - a simple enough pasta dish.

Cassie puts the coffee contraption back where it was and takes the cardboard off it, then sets about rearranging some things in her workspace till lunch is ready.

Lunch doesn't take Blaze that long to make, and it's pasta with a vegetable sauce. She calls quietly to Cassie when it's ready.

Cassie hasn't had long enough to get deep in the zone; she comes over the first time she's called.  "That smells great, thank you for making it."

Blaze smiles shyly as she passes over a bowl. "I hope it tastes as good."

Nom.  Cassie takes her bowl over to the couch, glancing back to make sure Blaze has taken some for herself.  "Did you wanna watch more Bill Nye over lunch?  Or I can get the laptop set up to read to you, if you want."

Blaze has, and she's following Cassie. "Um. Bill Nye? For now?"

"Bill Nye it is."  Today's episode is apparently about pollination, and Cassie settles back with her bowl.

Blaze curls next to her, and watches enthralled, occasionally forgetting to keep eating, but mostly remembering.

Cassie's done her fair share of distracted eating; as long as some amount of calories are going into Blaze at some rate, she's not going to judge.

Well, she'll manage to finish her portion, even distracted as she is. Although when she's done, she glances over to see if Cassie is.

Cassie's chasing a last piece of onion around her bowl, but has otherwise been done for a few minutes.  She smiles at Blaze.  "That was delicious, thank you."

"You're welcome," Blaze says, smiling shyly. "I'll uh, sort the dishes?"

"Sure- I'll get you a screenreader sorted and then come help dry, how about."  She tugs the laptop toward her and pauses the ending credits.

"Oh- I- you don't- have to?" (There's a definite sense that Blaze would like that though.)

"Maybe, but I want to.  'S like the easiest accomodation ever, anyway, there should be one comes installed with the computer, just gotta find it and turn it on."

Blaze bobs a little, not quite a curtsey. "Thank you."

"No problem." Some typing and clicking, and- "There you go, doubleclick some text to get it read aloud, or hit the- uh, this key here to set it going down the whole page."  She demonstrates and a robotic voice starts reading the Wikipedia article on apricots.

"Oh. That's- very cool?"

"Yeah!  I love working on assistive tech, like, not just selfishly, it's so cool seeing how many different ways you can do a thing that most people never think of...  there's probably a version for language learners out there somewhere that'll highlight what it's reading, this one's gonna have some features that aren't quite what you're after..."