"I don't think I've heard of it," Steve continued, but then he hadn't been out of the deep freeze very long and hadn't had much time to explore his home town just yet.
"Trust me," Johnny continued, unwrapping himself from Liv and making his way toward the kitchen. "Are we ordering in or going out?" he asked as he pulled open a drawer and started sorting through the various takeout menus he had collected over the months since his arrival in Rhy'Din. "Does anybody like anchovies?" Johnny asked as he perused the menus.
"Ordering in," Lucy said promptly. "It's cold out there!" She grinned, knowing full well that the temperature outside meant absolutely nothing to Johnny, and by extension, Liv. Realising Steve still had hold of their bags, such as they were, she reached up to untangle them from his shoulder. "Be back in a minute," she promised with a wink, heading for the spare room with practised ease.
At the mention of anchovies, Liv's expression turned into a creditable impression of a puffer-fish gone wrong. "You wouldn't dare," she informed her boyfriend with a smile, looking up at Steve and patting the couch. "Honestly, you can sit down, Captain ... I mean, Steve. Nothing in here is going to bite you."
Steve opened his mouth to protest too late, and watched as Lucy hurried away with their bags, which were heavier than they looked, though they were nothing to him. In all the excitement, he'd completely forgotten about them. Johnny smirked. He would dare, but not today. He found the menu he was looking for, hoping they trusted him to order the perfect pizza. Overhearing Liv, he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for them to hear him, "Just Lucy." He picked up the phone and went about placing the order, leaving the shyer pair alone once again.
Steve tried to ignore Johnny's teasing remark as he took a seat on the couch. "Thanks. Lucy tells me you came to Rhy'Din first. How'd you find out about this place and what made you want to move here?" he asked, not just to make small talk, but genuinely curious.
Blushing at Johnny's addendum to her invitation, despite the fact that she knew what her sister was like, Liv moved to sit with Steve on the couch, knowing from experience how awkward it could be to make yourself comfortable in someone else's home without them doing so as well. "I, I answered an advert in a student paper asking for people who were interested in helping set up a new movie studio," she told the tall, quiet man, a little less intimidated now things seemed to have settled down. "I needed work, and ... well, my degree is about as useless as you can get these days." She shrugged lightly. "When I got the job, I got sent an information pack and instructions on how to get here, and once I was here, I sort of stayed."
"A movie studio?" Steve echoed, interested. He'd managed to catch a few movies on TV, but he knew he still had a lot of catching up to do. He smiled, as he seemed to find common ground with Olivia, as well. "Have you ever seen Casablanca? That's my all-time favorite movie," he told her with an easy-going and warm smile, now that he was starting to relax a little. Unfamiliar with all of her background, he assumed she was still working for the movie studio. "Movies were still pretty new when I..." He broke off with a slightly disconcerted frown. When I what? Though decades had passed, it only seemed like a few months to him. He quickly changed the subject. "What do you do there?" he asked, trying to make conversation and get to know the shyer twin.
His smile reassured her as much as his confession of a favorite movie, though she, like her sister, had never seen it. Her own smile, shyer but warm, rose in answer. "I've never seen it," she admitted in her softer voice, fingers fidgeting together on her knees as they spoke together. "Oh, the ... the studio folded a few months ago. Financial problems, but, um, I got a job as a personal assistant to a .. well, I suppose you could call him a movie star. He's not exactly huge here, but on Earth, he's pretty well known." She bit her lip thoughtfully, knowing from what Johnny had told her that Steve wouldn't have the first clue who Jonathan Granger was, searching for something she could ask him that wouldn't be too awkward to answer. "Um ... I could, um, put together some films and things from the last few decades for you, if you'd like. Maybe it would help you get a little more up to date?"
Steve sensed her awkwardness, which, considering their circumstances, seemed worse than his own. He wasn't really all that shy, except when it came to women, but he had a feeling that given time, they'd get along just fine. His smile faded a little as she continued her story, though he brightened again at the prospect of her catching him up on some of what he'd missed over the last seventy years. He wasn't really sure if he was going to have much time to watch them, but the thought was there, and he appreciated. "That would be really nice of you, Olivia. Thanks."
"You can call me Liv, you know," she offered through her shy smile. "We'll be family, soon." And just the prospect of having a brother, even in law, was enough to bring a small glow to her soft eyes. Family meant the world to Liv, who thought her only family was her sister. She glanced toward the bedroom for a moment, lowering her voice a little as she looked back at Steve. "You make her very happy," she told him quietly. "I haven't seen her like this in years."
Family was just as important to Steve, and never having had a sister, he felt that same tug at his heartstrings as Liv did, hoping that someday she might fill that gap in his life. He followed her glance toward the bedroom and smiled warmly, his eyes glowing with undisguised happiness when she mentioned Lucy. "She's an amazing woman. I'm very lucky to have met her," he agreed, his gaze lingering for a moment, wondering what Lucy was up to in there. He wouldn't be surprised if she was leaving them alone on purpose so that they could get acquainted now that things had calmed down a little. "I, uh... I can't really explain it, but... We're meant for each other. I just know it."
Liv's smile this time was a little more confident, knowing from her own experience how such a feeling could overwhelm even common sense. "You don't need to explain it," she assured Steve softly, glancing this time toward the kitchen. "I know exactly what you mean. It took him a little longer to realise it, that was all. I'm glad Lucy found you. She deserves someone to look after her a little bit." She snorted faintly with laughter. "She's never let me even try."