Peace at last..... (OTA)

[hunt_the_devil]

*Ever since the switch back John had made every effort to settle into a routine of getting up early, exercising, cooking large breakfasts for him and Fred and trying to expand his mutant skills. The tent inspection hadn't bothered him at all seeing as John had nothing to hide, anyway anything of importance was safe and sound elsewhere where no-one

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[un_move_able]

*Fred could hear his friend mumbling over what sounded like clues to a crossword puzzle. Dukes was terrible at those things.

He approached, thinking hard on the clue. But he had nothing.*

Penguin? That's a seven-letter P word.

[hunt_the_devil]

*Smiling up at Dukes, John chuckled lightly*

Well I'm pretty sure it ain't that but at least you thought of somethin'

*Setting the paper down onto the floor beside his seat John nodded his head at the spare seat, suitably reinforced from when he had once been 'supersized' and kept for Dukes to use. The grin changed into a conspiratorial smile*

Want some coffee? It's got a little bit of a kick to it though don't go tellin' the others.

[un_move_able]

*Dukes chuckled at the looks of the seat and warily sat down on it. It actually fit and held his weight.*

Damn you're clever. 'Cept when it comes to crsswords.

*Fred gestured his eagerness for coffee until he put the look on Wraith's face and his strange offer together like an equation.*

What're you plannin', John? *He asked, more amused than suspicious.*

[hunt_the_devil]

Me?! Nothin'! I'm the face of innocence! Just hope you like your coffee strong that's all.

*John poured Dukes a large mug and held it out for his friend, that slight smirk still not quite leaving him just yet.

Dukes was no doubt about to find out that John had been soaking his coffee beans in whiskey the last few days prior to the ban. Technically he wasn't breaking any rules, especially seeing as he had been given the go ahead to keep the coffee.*

[lightbulbtrix]

*Bradley saw John gnawing on a pencil as he talked to Fred. How John always managed to get up early was beyond him, anything earlier than getting up at ten o' clock was insanity in Bradley's book. He sat down beside his two amigos.*

What's up fellas?

[hunt_the_devil]

Nothin' much, want to try gettin' your head around the crossword?

*John gestured to the newspaper that now sat on the floor at his feet.*

It's the cryptic edition, so you might need some extra strong coffee to help you out there

[un_move_able]

Nothin' much. *Fred said with a grin. Bradley's time was lately taken up by Molly (and why not, that red haired angel), and Fred was glad to see him.*

John's got me stumped already with just one crossword question.

[lightbulbtrix]

*He grinned, glad that John was a forward thinker.*

I'll say yes to that coffee.

*He took a sip and grimaced slightly as he tilted his head, looking at the crossword puzzle.*

I don't know about that one, but number seven down is onomatopoeia.