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It was still early, barely sunrise, but there was fresh bread and homemade apple butter and raspberry jam, cinnamon rolls and sausage balls and fruit salad, all laid out mysteriously on the kitchen counter

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[bennet_beauty]

Jane could not find Nicki when she arrived for breakfast, which was a strange thing. She settled Lydia in a chair and began to assemble food for herself, her mind drifting away to horrid possibilities of what might happen, but it seemed that all was well-enough. There was food, after all. She stroked Lydia's hair the once before drifting away to try and put together both meals and an explanation of events.

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Getting to her feet to refill her juice, Nicki walked into the kitchen still stretching a muscle cramp from her wrist. Quilting did a number on a woman's hands, and her fingertips were raw and sensitive, having lost most of her usual callouses.

Finding Jane puttering around the kitchen, she gave her a thin smile, a bit bleary from focusing on all those squares of fabric.

"Good morning, Jane."

[bennet_beauty]

Jane's look of great sympathy was quite evident the very moment that she saw Nicki and it was followed by mild concern. "Good morning," she greeted, already wishing to find a way to best express her worry over what had happened. "It seems a lovely breakfast. Did you forget something and need to leave in order to find it?"

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"Breakfast hardly needs a chaperon, Jane," she pointed out, keeping a reign on her defensiveness. Those types of questions from Barb had always put her on edge. "I've been working on a quilt and I wanted a little room to spread out, that's all."

[speakscanadian]

By the time Ray got to breakfast, a sizable amount had already been consumed, so he grabbed a cinnamon roll while he still could and headed to make some coffee.

He didn't exactly look his usual self on account of the fact he was planning to go to the gym, so shirt and slacks had been replaced with t-shirt and shorts, sneakers finishing off the look. It wasn't something he'd normally wear in public, other than on a basketball court, but he didn't have much of a choice in the matter considering there weren't many places that could be called private around here.

[colbert_bump]

Stephen had just woken up, but so far the day hadn't sucked. Of course, then he saw The Cop Who Had Not Helped At All.

At least, Stephen assumed it was him. Who could tell, what with the strange clothing? Maybe Del had started stealing other people's nice clothes, now... The thought just made Stephen frown more. What, now he wasn't even special to her anymore?!

He sidled up to Ray's side. "Hi," he said sullenly. "You are you, right?"

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Ray glanced up but dropped his gaze quickly to avoid missing the mug with the hot water he was pouring.

"Missing Person guy," he remembered out loud, bobbing his head slightly. His free hand groped for a clean spoon that was just beyond his reach. "Stephen. Sure. Hi."

[colbert_bump]

Stephen didn't notice Ray in need of anything, so he didn't help. Instead, he started tapping his fingers against the counter.

"Were your clothes kidnapped?" he asked in the Voice of the Experienced.

[lt_blade]

Having a hut of her own meant that, along with her physical training, she had to jog another quarter of a mile to get to the compound, but compared to being near house bound last January, it was a welcome break. Having her hair go from waist to shoulder length also meant that washing up was easier.

Sonya arrived to the kitchen, her bound hair damp from her 'bath' and the humidity, and just helped herself to some bread with butter and jam and as few sausage rolls. The cinnamon rolls smelt good, but at the moment, Sonya wasn't sure she could stomach something that sweet.

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[number97a413]

Since making up with Jim, Miguel feels a lot better about seeing her again. It feels less like the world is going to end after the shit they had to talk about, and he hasn't exactly been fucking Nicki for half a year.

Which is probably kind of a shame, but he doesn't have to be fucking her to care if they're okay. "I'm pretty sure there are enough blankets for everyone," he says, standing at the edge of her scraps, still eating a cinnamon bun from the kitchen.

Re: for Nicki

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"Yes, but it's those little touches that makes a house a home," she said, a bit stiffly, her hand smoothing over the knee-length skirt of her sundress as she cut a look up at him.

She realized too late how much it sounded like something her mother would say, but it was too late to take it back now.

[number97a413]

Oh, so it's like that. He isn't really surprised, and before this place, he'd probably agree with someone giving him that attitude for being such a fucking fag, but he's just recounted half the shit he's done in his life to Jim, and he's starting to realize that fucking a guy is the most harmless shit he's ever done to anyone, really. Harmless enough that her tone stings. "I guess I'll fucking leave you to it," he mutters, stuffing his hands in his pockets and turning away.

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"Oh, don't be a child," she sighed, dropping her scissors to the ground and looking up at him with an exasperated huff.

"It's been over a month. For all I knew, you were gone, so don't you dare give me that attitude now."