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[aveb_feline]

Dinner had a extra ingredient tonight.

Roger is slumped, snoring and drooling, over the table.

Mimi, lacking the strength to lift him and carry him to their room, leaves, returning shortly thereafter with Mark in tow.

She's giggling softly.

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[bohowithcamera]

Mark snickers a little, looking mischievous.

"So... you think we can get him upstairs?"

[aveb_feline]

"Feed you and wait for him to wake up."

Mimi grins at him.

"Hope Ace knows where you are."

[bohowithcamera]

Mark frowns slightly. "Well, I told him we were playing a prank on Roger. So... he probably won't worry."

Then, a shift in his train of thought. "Food?"

[aveb_feline]

Mimi laughs and shows Mark to the kitchen.

Food. Homemade. Some by her, some by her mother.

They're both very good cooks.

[bohowithcamera]

Mark is soon happily munching on some sort of empanada, a rather full plate in front of him.

Mimi's probably never seen him eat like this. It's rather... well, like Roger. He's definately gotten his appetite back, as he's now healthy and nowhere near depressed (got to stop taking his meds a couple weeks ago).

[aveb_feline]

She never has seen this Mark eat this way, though the one in her world, when she's cooked for their circle of friends, has a fairly respectable appetite.

She beams happily, watching him eat.

She inherited her mother's desire to feed people.

[bohowithcamera]

"This is really good!" Mark says around a mouthful, though it's not nearly as easy to understand. "I need to come eat here more often." He swallows and grins uncertainly. "If Roger didn't hate him, I'd say Ace and I needed to come over for dinner some time."

[aveb_feline]

"From what you've told me, the hating is fairly mutual," Mimi says dryly. "But there's no reason why you shouldn't come, whether Ace does or not."

[bohowithcamera]

Mark beams. "I think I will. And I'll take some leftovers home as incentive for Ace to put up with Roger some time."

[aveb_feline]

And Mimi beams back happily, and waits for Roger to wake up.

[idiotwithguitar]

It's a while before Roger wakes up - which probably has less to do with being drugged and more to do with Roger just being a heavy sleeper under ordinary circumstances. However, when he does wake up, he blinks and rubs at his face, trying to remember how he got here... and then he tries to get out of bed, gets caught up in the dress - which he somehow hadn't noticed until now - and tumbles out of the bed, landing on the floor.

"Fuck. Mimi!"

Because, obviously, this has to be her fault.

[aveb_feline]

"Oh dear," Mimi says, mildly. "I think he's waking up."

[bohowithcamera]

Mark grins and pulls a very poorly concealed "Oh, dear whatever shall we do? *gigglegiggle*" face.

"Sounds like."

Yes, Mark's still snacking. He's made his way to a box of Coco Puffs, though. Oddly enough.

[idiotwithguitar]

And a second later Roger bursts out of the bedroom, looking ready to kill someone - never mind the makeup and the dress. Really.

"Mimi, what the hell-" And then he spots Mark and narrows his eyes, his expression deeply suspicious. "You son of a bitch."

[bohowithcamera]

Mark squeaks a little and the Coco Puffs go flying, and all of the sudden Mimi has a scrawny Jewish boy hiding behind her.

"It's Mimi's fault! She's the one who brought up wiles!"

[aveb_feline]

Mimi facepalms.

"...thank god you don't work for the FBI, Mark," she says, and then turns to Roger with a sweet smile. "Hi, baby. You look good."