33 Apocalypse Ave, Saturday

[hotceltogoth]

After hearing from Kaidan about the room, Ronan had gone on a little bit of a cleaning spree -- not that the house was messy by any means, but there was always more to do when setting up for a new tenant/roommate/person-thing -- before starting in on the cooking spree

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[not_a_whiner]

Kaidan didn't exactly own much - it fit mostly comfortably in one duffle bag, personal side-arm aside. Packing had been easy, especially since he hadn't genuinely unpacked to begin with. Too much paperwork to do, too much class planning, and... well, his heart wasn't really in it right now.

Being here, that was.

He'd been grateful for the invite because it was the easiest way to settle the Alliance's housing requirement. It didn't take a lot of investment on his part. Nolan had seemed all right.

So, duffle bag slung over his shoulder, he was at the door now, giving it a knock.

[hotceltogoth]

There was a bit of a delay before Ronan got to the door -- he called out, "Coming!" though he was never sure how well that carried -- because he needed to get the pancakes off the stove before they burned, but a few moments after the knock, Ronan was pulling open the door. "Kaidan! Hey, c'mon in. There's breakfast if you haven't eaten."

All the breakfast, Kaidan. ALL THE BREAKFAST.

[not_a_whiner]

Have mercy, Ronan. He'd only been back on civilian grub for a few weeks now.

"I had some, but thanks," Kaidan said - unsuspecting of the ALL THE BREAKFAST situation up ahead - and stepped inside. "I should probably get some more protein anyway."

...he was a biotic. He was pretty much always hungry.

[hotceltogoth]

Yeah. This was Ronan having mercy.

There could have been mimosas.

"Eggs and bacon," he said, "for protein, and there's coffee and pancakes, too." Whole wheat chocolate chip pancakes, Kaidan. With homemade raspberry syrup.

And this is the good coffee.