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[agirlnamedchuck]

The facts were these: Charlotte Charles had always been an early riser. This proved to be infinitely valuable when it came to the preparation of Saturday morning breakfasts

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[piemakerprince]

After taking Pigby and Digby on their morning walk and escorting Pigby back home (he didn't like breakfast time, for reasons the pie maker thought were entirely reasonable), Ned made his way up to the compound with Digby. Capping off a walk with a healthy breakfast was a good start to any morning, and seeing Chuck turned those into great mornings more often than not.

Ned scooped up a bowl of yogurt for himself, some muffins for Digby, greeted Chuck with a kiss and settled down at one of the tables.

Even if there tended to be more people around than Ned would ever be used to, he liked their weekend breakfasts.

[gonewiththereap]

Daisy's still not used to no waffles, but pancakes will always do in a pinch. She hustles and bustles and collapses down across from Ned with a paper in hand and her plate sliding on the table. "You know," she says without looking up, "the way you turn those soppy love-filled eyes on your wife is actually quite disgustingly charming."

[piemakerprince]

Ned turned his soppy, love-filled gaze to Daisy, where it immediately changed (as appropriate) into one of amusement. "I'm going to take that as a compliment. I think."

He leaned over the table, reaching for a few napkins and handed some over to her. "Good morning to you too, Daisy."

[gonewiththereap]

"A very good morning indeed," she brightly agrees and takes the napkin with a cheerful pluck of her fingers, crossing her legs under the table as she settles her paper down beside her and begins to eat away. "Now, tell me everything. What have I missed in the great world of breakfast stuffs?"

[piemakerprince]

"Chuck's making yogurt now," Ned replied, pointing out his own bowl of said breakfast food (though there were arguments against it being not a breakfast food, but a dessert). "Everything else is the same."

Comfortably so, if one appreciated routine as much as Ned did.

[gonewiththereap]

"Well, yogurt is a revolution," Daisy opines as she broke apart pieces of a muffin that she had brought with her. "Did you used to discuss business over breakfast?" she wondered aloud. "Dead bodies and gruesome methods of death?" Popping a piece of the muffin in her mouth, she flashed a closed-mouth smile. "You know, shop talk."

[piemakerprince]

Ned gave Daisy a mild look of alarm, before glancing around to see whether others noticed her mentioning shop talk seemingly without a care in the world.

He hadn't gotten as far in life as he had without being caught out without being careful. It was not the sort of habit one broke easily.

"I tried not to. Death doesn't go well with pancakes."

[gonewiththereap]

"You'd be surprised," she says knowingly, lathering butter on her muffin as she wields the knife with ease. Though, before when she used to stab herself, she could heal instantaneously. Things are just a smidgen different now. "I find that a post-it note goes very well with a pancake, though not the arterial remains that come after a gig."

[piemakerprince]

"This is not appropriate breakfast talk," said Ned, eyeing Daisy's butter knife as though it could do real harm. No, the harm came in her words, not the possible deadly weapon in her hand. "I think talking about remains over food is considered impolite."

[gonewiththereap]

Daisy takes a long moment to give him a considerate look before she realizes that he's more than serious. "Oh good lord, are you genuinely that distressed that people here are going to hear? Or care?" She leans around to take in the crowd and then looks back to Ned. "There are gods running around. And I think I'm more of a freak than you are, so I get to choose the conversation," she adds haughtily, wiggling her hips and shoulders as she settles back in her chair.