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[vesperiaftw]

Who: the residents of 8-5 - Yuri, Flynn, and Wolfram
What: brunch
When: backdated to Sunday
Where: 8-5
Warnings: who knows? Snark, I'm sure

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[yuriskeeper]

"Just a minute," was the reply Yuri got from Flynn. Not that he was doing anything terribly important, just some paperwork he'd obtained from the Vogons concerning seeing the captains sometime, polka-dotted and all. He'd gotten the idea from Heero. He'd been up since a time Yuri would call "too early for any sane man", and breakfast - brunch, Flynn thought when he looked at the time - sounded good.

It smelled good too, and Flynn let his nose guide him to the table. It reminded him to try making ramen sometime, or maybe that steamed rice with bamboo shoots. He sat at the table and scanned the food, eying the bacon almost immediately.

"It looks delicious, Yuri."

[allbeingsoffire]

It was the smell of pancakes that finally drew Wolfram out of his room. He had tried to spend some of the morning painting (but had discovered early that it required concentration he didn't have.) so he was wearing his white robe, on top of his shirt, and a frown when he came to the table.

"Good morning."

[vesperiaftw]

"Yeah, whatever. It's how it tastes that matters." Something which Flynn forgot far too often; Yuri couldn't quite resist making the point, though it might set the wrong tone. Then again, maybe not - the point was to act normal, wasn't it? And him giving Flynn a hard time about his terrible cooking was definitely normal.

So he sat down, dispensing with ceremony. It was just the three of them and they all lived here, so there was no need for the sort of manners he might use with a guest. But he still managed to smile at them both before reaching for the plate of pancakes. "Come on and sit down, Wolf. It'll get cold." Zero acknowledgment of any potential awkwardness in his tone or manner; it was just the way he'd acted when Rita had lived here.

[yuriskeeper]

"Ha-ha. Food is always better if you put a little spin on it." Following the recipe was like following a rulebook for Flynn, but while he obeyed one he'd like to have some freedom with the former. It wasn't his fault that the combinations came out totally disgusting and wrong. Okay, so it was a little. A lot. Whatever.

He'd let Wolfram have first dibs on things, taking the leftovers, because he didn't think himself much more than a guest himself after only a month of living there. Besides, it was polite to. Like it was polite to smile and greet people. "Good morning, Lord Wolfram."

[allbeingsoffire]

"Good morning," he said automatically as he took a seat. Truth to be told, Wolfram still didn't know what to think about Flynn. They had spoken so little with each other that they could as well have been strangers. All he knew was that if Yuri was going to fall over himself for Flynn, Wolfram didn't want to befriend him.

He looked towards Yuri, then towards the plate of pancakes. If he didn't move quickly there wouldn't be any left. His stomach growled in protest. After a moment's pause, he reached for the juice instead. Maybe he could stop at Maraich's café for breakfast later...