sunday always comes too late

[domina_mira]

At around six am, Elizabeth stumbles out of bed, pulls a dressing gown on over her slip, and goes downstairs to drink coffee until she feels human. She makes a faint noise of 'argh, cold tiles' when she walks into the kitchen, because...bare feet, cold morning. Nathan is at the kitchen table, with a pile of newspapers and oh thank god there is

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[domina_mira]

Elizabeth considers the fact he didn't get pissed about her being Claire's guardian in the first place enough tact, given...you know, stuff. She's honestly been waiting for one of the Petrellis to take her to task about the fact they just wandered off into the nexus -- despite the fact she was in a coma at the time and can't be held responsible. Elizabeth has a small tendency to take responsibility for things she shouldn't.

"I'll contact Eiko -- her lawyers handled our relocation in the first place." She sits down opposite him at the table, tucking one foot behind the other and sliding both of them to the side.

"There's a school in the nexus that was repeatedly recommended to me -- the PrIME Institute. I've spoken with the headmaster, briefly. It might be...more understanding." That's her two cents, and Nathan can do as he will with it. "I'm looking at tutoring options for Todd -- I don't think I could in good conscience put him into a normal school environment." 'Cause she may be thirty-seven, but she hasn't forgotten what highschool was like, and...well. Todd. Yeah.

[terra_afirma]

"It's up to Claire. She can go wherever she's interested in going as long as it isn't nursing school." B| Obviously they only need one of those in the family. ...Nathan, you do not have a modicum of tact, do you.

Although he uh, chooses not to address the issues of Todd, so who knows, maybe there is one in there somewhere! "If Claire feels more comfortable at a school in the Nexus, I'll do whatever I can to make that happen. But she may want some normalcy, and it's possible a mainstream school will do more to facilitate that."

He remembers, you see. There are precious few things left in the world that will let Claire feel normal. It's possible he's hoping West is one of them -- within reason ahahaahahhah good lord if he only knew what their last out entailed.

[domina_mira]

"I can understand that." Elizabeth inclines her head, briefly, her thoughts momentarily somewhere else entirely, somewhere faraway and much more personal. She gathers herself before it can be commented on, whether it's noticed or not. "It's an option, as are schools here, and I'm sure she'll choose what she's most comfortable with."

She seems to judge this apparently settled, because she sips her coffee and says, "I don't think that was there when I went to bed last night." She is referring to the terrarium.

[terra_afirma]

If asked, Nathan would probably...rather remove his own feet than undergo the kind of circumstances that would involve him being correctly able to identify said object as a terrarium. 'The thing with the flower,' is about as close as he's likely to get, really. "It was on the porch with the paper," says Nathan, who is totally unaware of how funny his typist found that alliteration.

He quirks his lips; it's not quite a smile, because god forbid Nathan make more than one of those a week (which in large part explains why Heidi and Elizabeth are so often making them at his expense). "I'm assuming it probably isn't for me."

Although it would be kind of great if it was, because...seriously, who the fuck would ever entertain that as a gift for Nathan?

[domina_mira]

"Was it," she says, thoughtfully, looking at 'the thing with the flower' critically. This time, instead of glancing over it in a sort of 'what the fuck is in my kitchen' sleepy kind of a way, she actually looks at it. There are really only a few people Elizabeth can think of--no, actually, this is a complete lie. There is exactly one person that she can think of who has, as she will later state, her address, the likely inclination, and the knowledge of her preferred type of flower.

"Unless a lot of people have been keeping some very strange secrets--" pffhahahahaha, sry, sry, continue, "--I don't think it is, no."

She is just going to smile a little, now, over her coffee, still sleepy enough to be pleased without trying to analyze it. Don't worry; that won't last long.

[terra_afirma]

"You have an admirer," Nathan almost-smiles again, returning the over-coffee glance and filling this sentence with unnecessary hyphens.

He just kind of assumes it isn't for Claire, because .... because it damn well better not be for Claire, or he's going to remove some spleens. And just think! This is days before West accidentally spends the night. Hindsight is now officially the most hilarious thing ever to hilar.

Perhaps some year he will do something pretty for Heidi, to celebrate uh, not being dead. Both of them, not just specifically her. ....only in the Nexus is that sentence not really, really weird.

[domina_mira]

"I certainly have something," she says, with that kind of lightness that's reserved for being too light about things of a personal nature that would otherwise make the person being light about them make a sad face. She's still smiling, at least, and the fact it's so tired can be passed off as six in the morning and how tired she usually looks.

She rubs her temple a bit -- minor hangover equals minor headache, joy of joys.

[terra_afirma]

Owing to certain recent canon developments, it's now safe to assess Nathan has felt that pinch behind the eyes before. Ah, drinking. Bearded, horrible drinking. He casts Elizabeth a wry glance and rises to retrieve aspirin from the kitchen cupboard; there have been enough headaches around recently that he knows where it is.

Odds are he would anyway; Nathan is a man who likes to understand his surroundings. He sets the bottle on the table between them and muses absently, "It'll be nice not to have to pack for the move." Thank you, pinpoints! It's not all that hard to accept insane technology when it means not labeling boxes. Not that...Nathan ever had to. The Petrellis Had People for that.

[domina_mira]

"Thank you," she says, mirroring the wry glance. Though hers has more of a smile, because...really, it's Elizabeth, she will smile at a rock. (And expect it to smile back. And? It just might.)

"Small mercies." She glances around her kitchen. "I've never been any good at packing practically."