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[hollermehome]

It seems to Lisey that as soon as the rainy stretch had ended, so had the feeling of discontent that had been hanging over the little community like just another black cloud. Now, with the skies once again full of sun, and the island still buzzing with news and excitement from the ball that had been held over the weekend, it seemed like as happy a

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[kirk_lazarus]

"Muffins. Fuck yeah," Kirk said happily as he helped himself to five of them. "Kirk Lazarus is gonna have hisself some motherfuckin' Muffins. Kirk likes his muffins. They's like his bitches, only he don't eat his bitches, he ain't into that kinky shit." He hummed a happy little tune under his breath which, to anyone knew it, would recognize it as Waltzin' Matilda. Matilda wasn't fuckin' waltzin' now, but he didn't care.

He had muffins. And tea. No coffee for him, motherfucker, hell naw. He was a tea man. Bushels, if he could get it. None o' that Lipton pansy-ass hippy green tea herbal shit, nah. Pure tea browner'n boiled Vegemite. Yeah.

He sat his ass down in a spare seat and tucked into the first o' his muffins, not really carin' to bother to talk to nobody but if they wanted to talk to him, that was fine. He couldn't reply nohow with his face stuffed full o' muffin.

Mmm. Muffins.

[capesidewitter]

Avoiding Kirk Lazarus wasn't an easy task given their sleeping quarters and the seeming smallness of the kitchen at meal times. Also given Pacey's inability to leave things alone. He liked confrontation so much more than running away.

It was a new day with more than a week between their last encounter. Why not just say hello the man.

"Are you humming Waltzing Matilda?" he asked with confusion as he got closer. "Or is it racist to inquire what you're singing?"

Pacey sat down across from Kirk, taking a forkful of quiche and showing it into his mouth. He was just as hungry as his friend had been for muffins.

[kirk_lazarus]

Kirk was in such a good mood he only grinned at the little squirt some, around a huge mouthful of muffin. He chewed noisily and in a visually-upsettin' manner for a while, then he swallowed with a gulp.

"How come you know Waltzin' Matilda?" He was actually gen-u-inely curious, too. Had to be a first when it came to some pint-sized little bitch.

[capesidewitter]

The muffin mouthful display wasn't exactly appetizing, but it wasn't as though Pacey had a weak stomach. He took another bite of his quiche to prove that.

"Oh me and Matilda go way back. How about you?" he asked.

[intrinsicworth]

Glen ambled in on the early side of the morning looking to scrounge up some coffee and a quick bite to eat before starting his show. He greeted Lisey with a smile and a wave and took a seat. Kojak at his heels found an out of the way place near Glen to sit and beg for scraps.

"How's tricks?" Glen asked. He aimed the question at Lisey but wasn't particular about who answered in the least.

[hollermehome]

"Just fine, sir, and how about yourself?" Lisey smiles at her friend and goes to fetch the little dish of sausage that she'd set aside earlier. As far as she's concerned, Kojak's table manners are welcome in her kitchen anyday, and more often than not she sets aside a little something extra for him while she's cooking. She tosses a scrap of meat to the dog, trying to be sly about it but knowing that there's not too much that escapes Glen's notice' and grins as Kojak catches it in midair.

[intrinsicworth]

"Oh fine, fine Lisey. Doing the usual morning shuffle as it were. The spread looks delicious as always. I'm sure Kojak thinks so too," he raised a fluffy white eyebrow at her.

[hollermehome]

"Well, I'd hope so," Lisey says. "If even Kojak turned his nose up at my cooking, I think I'd be out of a job more quickly than I'd like." She smiles at the dog fondly and ruffs up his fur. It's still amazing to her that Glen's dog appeared on the island before he did; the luck. to her, is second only to Scott's arrival.

[five_hours]

I had gotten up early that morning, though I didn't really have anything to do. School was over and while it had been nice I had mostly kept to himself so I found myself in the same position as when I had started attending classes which meant time on my hands again.

After walking along the beach, which was actually a pretty decent way to start the morning, I decided that it would best to get something to eat. Normally I waited until everyone would likely have eaten and left, but I decided not to this morning. Whether it was a sign of things to come or just a one time thing I figured I would go with it. I smiled at the woman who I figured had made everything. "It all looks really good." Though I when I made my plate I focused on the muffins and the fruit salad. I fixed a plate, and grabbed some tea, then sat down where I could see the door.

[hollermehome]

"Well, thank you very much," Lisey says and smiles at the young man. After six months on the island, most everyone's face is familiar to her by now, but there are so many people left to meet, and this happens to be one of them. "Nice to meet you," she says, settling down at the table with her coffee. "My name's Lisey Landon, formerly of Maine, 2006."

[five_hours]

I grinned at her as I put my cup back down. "You're welcome. I'm Brian...Brian Lackey formerly from Hutchinson, Kansas, 1991." It still felt a little weird actually saying it. I guess maybe if I didn't then it really didn't seem like the whole time thing was so different, or something like that.

[hollermehome]

"1991 was a good year," she remarks with a smile. "I remember it well. Although to tell you the truth, I think that it was all uphill after the early eighties." They'd been happy years for her and Scott, but looking back she often can't help but wonder what in the world everyone was thinking.

[ooh_lily]

Back in Long Bay, when she was working early, Lily had never really eaten breakfast. Now, though, on the island, it wasn't unusual to find her in the kitchen early on a Wednesday morning, sitting by and chatting while her friend made breakfast. She sits at one of the tables in the kitchen and picks apart a muffin, taking her time it and a cup of coffee. Later, there'll be play time with Emmy and a visit to Lyanna, but right now, it was breakfast time.

She popped a bite of muffin into her mouth and closed her eyes.
Just for now, she could afford to take her time.

[t_emmagen]

"Lily," Teyla's stomach was settled enough that morning to manage some sort of food, thankfully. She had both a muffin and some fruit salad, knowing that she needed all the sustenance she could manage. "I had hoped to find you. Do you mind if I join you?"

[ooh_lily]

Lily cracked one eye, and smiled broadly when she saw Teyla, waiting to speak until she'd actually finished the mouthful of food she was chewing.

"Of course..." She gestured to the chair beside her. "Lisey's a bit busy for conversation just now."

[t_emmagen]

"Thank you," Teyla waited til she was settled, her food untouched still, for the moment. "It is not entirely for pleasure that I hoped to see you."

[capesidewitter]

Living in the crash room meant having a schedule because everyone else in the place was on one. It was difficult to keep sleeping when the whole place seemed to burst into life. Especially when the smell of something delicious wafted up from the kitchen.

Everything looked as delicious as it smelled. There was an assortment of muffins and a very tempting looking quiche and a fruit salad. Pacey grabbed a plate and piled it high before filling a cup nearly to the brim with coffee and finding an empty chair.

Happily settled in, he digs into the meal.

[little_moons]

Sitting in my lap while I drink a cup of coffee and pick at my food, Flo gets her chubby little fingers around my fork when I'm not paying attention, yanking it out of my hand and sending it skidding across the table.

"Flo, for Christ's sake," I mutter, reaching out to catch the flying utensil before it crashes into that kid's plate.

"Uh, sorry. She's kinda wild today," I say with a crooked smirk, and to prove my point, Flo lets out a loud, whooping squeal.

[capesidewitter]

"That's OK, man," Pacey says, looking up. "Nice catch though. Kids these days," he starts as he playfully makes a face back at the wild tyke. "They just have no respect for their elders."

[little_moons]

"Probably spendin' too much time 'round me," I snort, looking him up and down with a smirk, "Anyway, you don't look much like an elder." Baby face like that, he can't be too much over sixteen.