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This is Rosita. I'll hit you back when I can.

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"I...might have told her that I want her and Root to both talk to you." He hesitates. "And she might have suggested a dinner together. And I think it's a good idea."

She just stares at him for a moment. Not surprised, no, not at all - and not horrified or annoyed.

Just studying him before she sighs.

"Do you really?"

"Yes, I really do." Because Root thinks they're even, and Rosita is capable of making alliances with people she's punched. They've both done that several times by now. "I like Root. I think you will too, when she's not being impulsive and violent."

"Impulsive and violent is kind of my people," she huffs at him, but he's not wrong. She's more annoyed that Root initiated a fight she lost pretty easily than that she did at all, but other than that, she just shakes her head.

"Was it really Shaw's idea?"

"It was, but she beat me to it. I would've come up with it sooner or later," he grins. It's just how he operates, trying to get people to get along.

"So you'll do it?"

She doesn't want to do it. She still remembers too clearly how Alexandria tried to welcome Rick's group in with a pot luck, with a party, and how hard she'd worked to encourage Abraham to go to it. How hard she'd worked to get him to fit in, to meet people, to make friends because this was home now.

God, what a fucking idiot. But if she says no, he'll ask why, and she might have to explain all of that; it's easier, then, to just nod as she flips the ice pack over and presses it back to her face again.

"No promises for how it'll go," she warns.

"As long as no one gets stabbed with anything I'll count it a success." Maybe they'll have soup. No forks or knives.

"Have you thought anymore about staying at my place? even just a couple nights a week?"

"God, you are fucking relentless," she mutters, not quite under her breath, but there's no teeth to it.

Louder: "What, you want me to sign a lease or something? I said I would."

Jesus grins. "I just like hearing you say it," he teases. "I've been toying with the idea of getting a tv. Do you remember bad tv?"

"What stations would we even get out here?" she snorts, because yes she does, and it hadn't even occurred to her.

He laughs. "My inmate watches bad movies all the time, and I saw another warden watching cooking shows. The Admiral must have some kind of magic cable connection. What did you binge on? Talk shows? Reality TV?"

A small smile, almost wistful.

"Judge Judy."

"I knew someone who was on that show once," he chuckles. "He was...kind of an idiot."

So. He'll find them some Judge Judy for tonight.

"Pretty sure it's a prerequisite for being on," she points out.

"I have most of 'em memorized. I used to play it while I was studying." She probably remembers the case.

"He kept letting the neighbor's dog out of the yard because it kept barking while he was playing video games. The neighbor got pissed and destroyed his satellite dish. So he kidnapped the dog." It was very stupid.