33 Apocalypse Ave., Thursday Morning

[hotceltogoth]

Waking up early, Ronan slipped out of bed -- being careful not to wake the other occupants -- slipped on some pyjama pants and a t-shirt, and opened and closed the door as quietly as possible as he left the room.

Coffee first, he thought, and then he might as well get started on breakfast.

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[bitten_notshy]

"Morning," Jack said, looking cheerful and more than a bit smug. He'd showered and dressed before he came down; the entire household might know with intimate precision how he'd spent his evening, but damned if he saw reason to make it yet more obvious.

[hotceltogoth]

"And good morning to you," Ronan replied, holding out a mug of coffee.

What? It did seem to be the day's greeting.

Smirking, he added, "Sleep well?"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack dumped cream into his coffee and took a long sip before answering. "Better than I have been, actually," he said. "Did you?"

[hotceltogoth]

Ronan nodded. "It's funny -- I always wake up a lot when I'm... not alone? But I always seem to end up more rested than normal anyway."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack smirked at him. "Fascinating phenomenon. You should conduct research, Dr. Nolan."

[hotceltogoth]

Laughing, Ronan retorted, "Are you volunteering as a test subject, Mr. Priest?"

[bitten_notshy]

Jack laughed. "For occasional studies, anyhow," he said. "I'm too attached to my own bed to give it up entirely just to satisfy your curiosity."

[icecoldfrost]

Emma had - luckily - caffeinated enough by then that she was able to stick her tongue out at him with decent humor. "If you used up all the hot water, the rest of us might mutiny," she warned.

[bitten_notshy]

"I wasn't in there that long," Jack protested. "Morning, love. How are you feeling?"

[icecoldfrost]

Emma gave a small pout and fluttered her lashes at him. "Like I wouldn't mind your company over breakfast to give my coffee a bit more flavor."

Emma wasn't generally a very PDA type of person, but despite the highly enjoyable evening, she did still need want some assurance this morning that she was still Jack's favorite.

Vanity, thy name is Frost.

[bitten_notshy]

Emma was forever and always (or until the next time she let him stay in jail in an alternate dimension) Jack's favorite, so she got a swift grin and a brush of Jack's hand over her hair.

"I suppose I could stick around for a few minutes," he granted. "As long as it's for a good cause."

[icecoldfrost]

"Making sure I eat properly before I haul myself out to work?" Emma suggested. "That's a pretty good cause."