A Clearing in... the Savage Land? Thursday Morning, Fandom-Time

[longislandiceme]

True to Bobby's prediction, they had indeed not ended up back in Fandom after last night's escapades. Rather, there had been a safari adventure that had escalated rather quickly and... Bobby really only had the vaguest recollection of why he'd fallen asleep outside, clinging to his best friend

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[dollpocalypse]

"Caffeine," Topher pleaded weakly, which was... pretty impressively coherent, considering.

Probably because he was curled up around a Billy, which made everything nicer.

[longislandiceme]

"No," Bobby shook his head. "Thos're trees." Big freakin' palm trees, actually.

[dollpocalypse]

"Face is a tree," Topher mumbled.

That was probably meant to be an insult? Perhaps?

[longislandiceme]

"You're a tree."

[dollpocalypse]

"Am not," Topher mumbled, trying to kick him. "'m a kangaroo."

That had possibly been decided sometime last night?

[longislandiceme]

"No," Bobby told him firmly. "My girlfriend's the one who turns into a kangaroo. And ew, I don't want you to be my girlfriend."

A beat.

"No offense."

[dollpocalypse]

"Eww, I don't want to be your girlfriend either," Topher whined. For one thing, that might lead to dying and becoming an icicle, so... pass. "Billy's prettier'n you. And his mouth is coconutty and he has awesome legs."

Clearly Bobby had been wondering about all of that.

[not_a_parakeet]

"Does coffee exist here? Please, tell me coffee exists here."

Warren would be so sad to learn otherwise. He needed his morning coffee. He needed it because if he didn't get it, heads would roll and that would be bad.

[dollpocalypse]

"'f it doesn't," Topher said, "someone with powers's gotta to stomp on beans to make it."

So... not him. That was the important part.

[not_a_parakeet]

"Bobby's job," Warren decided, because he was caring like that. "My powers are boring."

So there.

[dollpocalypse]

"Bobby's got powers?" Topher mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "Can they make hangovers go 'way? An' can they be shared?"

[not_a_parakeet]

Oh. Crap.

"I meant... someone else. I know a guy."

A guy named Bobby. With powers.

"Who isn't here."

Yeah. Yeah, that'd show them all.

"Back home."

[dollpocalypse]

"From when you lived in a box?" IT WAS A GOOD THING HE WAS TOO TIRED TO THINK ABOUT THIS PROPERLY, WARREN.

[not_a_parakeet]

WARREN WAS RELIEVED ABOUT THIS. YES.

"Yep. From back then."

Warren's brain chugged along, doing its damnedest to make thoughts happen. And then he managed a nod.

"He was the maid. He had maid powers."

Sorry, Bobby.

[dollpocalypse]

"Tell him t' fix my room at Fandom," Topher mumbled. "'s wires everywhere."

[not_a_parakeet]

"I'll be sure to pass on the message," Warren promised, raising a hand to smack himself across his forehead. Phew. "Maid powers are pretty great for handling wires and all."

Warren would do no such thing. He was pretty sure the Bobby from his own world would just laugh him right off the phone.

Especially since 'maid powers' didn't generally involve freezing things.