Eliot's Place, 75 Godiva Street, Friday

[whoisalicewhite]

So, that happened. And it sucked, but they were all still alive and in one piece each. Parker was wondering if they'd ever go back to their apartment now, because the idea of getting anywhere near the diner kind of freaked her out.

"Eggos," she muttered as she sat down in the kitchen. "Chocolate chips. Maybe some of those tiny oranges."

Comfort food was definitely a thing this morning.

[ooc: for the life-partners! And expecting a visitor. Or two.]