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[jackdriscoll]

Bacon!

Where? In the diners of New York City, not in the house of Driscoll. There is, however coffee brewing in the kitchen, where a man in pajamas is reading a book. Squinting at it, too.

He may be considering going to one of those diners with his house guest.

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[song_tra_bong]

The house guest enters, yawning and doing battle with her bedhead.

It should probably be mentioned that the house guest is in her underwear.

Okay, fine, it's a slip. Practically a nightgown.

She staggers around the kitchen for a moment until she confirms that yes, coffee is the only breakfast item present. This is both sad and puzzling.

[jackdriscoll]

Jack looks over the edge of his book to the pot of coffee.

"It should be done."

He returns to his book.

[song_tra_bong]

This apparent non-sequiter is greeted with confused (and still half-asleep) blinking.

The coffee pot is poked as though it might suddenly bite her, then she fumbles in the cabinets for a mug.

Fumbling continues while milk and sugar are obtained.

She isn't quite sure she has the proportions right, but either way, getting your tongue burnt off will certainly wake you up.

[jackdriscoll]

It's Jack, and it's morning, and he hasn't had his coffee yet. Coherency be damned.

"Did you sleep well?"

[song_tra_bong]

"Mhm."

Coffee...

"'S a lovely house."

And the braincells can handle sentences. This is progress.

[jackdriscoll]

"If you're hungry, there's a diner a few blocks away from here." He turns a page.

Mmm. Literature.

[song_tra_bong]

"Breakfast sounds good."

But coffee first. That dress has buttons; she'll need all the dexterity she can get.

[jackdriscoll]

Jack marks his place in the book, stands up, and fixes himself a cup. He likes his coffee with...absolutely nothing else in it at all.

Jack is ruff.

[song_tra_bong]

Jack can be ruff if he wants. Mary Anne is a sissy about her coffee.

More milk, more sugar.

Hey, she almost looks awake.

[jackdriscoll]

"My maid has the day off, otherwise she would've made us something to eat."

Even if Jack held up a huge stop sign and said "NO - DON'T - DO - IT!"

[song_tra_bong]

She shrugs.

"'S fine. We can go out. Just let me get dressed."

Which translates to 'get motivated enough to get dressed.'

[jackdriscoll]

"All right."

Which translates to, 'Jack sits down and resumes reading. And squinting.'

[song_tra_bong]

Jack gets a Look, which can be interpreted as damn near anything, since she is only partially caffinate, marginally awake, not fed and nowhere near dressed.

The coffee is consumed, mug rinsed and left in the sink, and she shuffles out.

A short time later, she wanders back into the kitchen, thouroughly expecting to find Jack right where she left him.

[jackdriscoll]

Yup.

Still squinting reading.

[song_tra_bong]

She resists the urge to sigh. It'll ruin the stealthy.

There is sneaking up from behind, booktheft and an arm hooked around Jack's. Additionally, he is hauled to his feet and a grand attempt is made to march him out of the kitchen and in the direction of clothes.

The success of the attempt is debateable, given that the marcher is roughly half a foot shorter than the marchee.

[jackdriscoll]

But she's a woman, and that makes all the difference.

"Hey, what--!"