(Untitled)

[thegreat_ashby]

Following a mishap with the blender and the quick outfit change that resulted from it, Ashby was back in the kitchen, cooking off the last bit of pancake batter and topping the last of the fruit tarts

Comments

[endlessdel]

Delirium had millions of years of experience dealing with human mortals. She had endless patience. She had seen her siblings throw tantrums, flood their realms and destroy things just because they didn't get what they wanted. Delirium could handle that but what she could not handle was Abigail Celia Talos of the Endless in full out strop.

"Moomin!" Abby yelled, screwing up her face at her mother as Del placed her in a chair. Abby kicked her feet, slamming her fists down in front of her. "Wan Moomin!"

"Abby, Abby stop. You can have Moomin after breakfast," Del said looking at her daughter as she tried to get her to eat. However she wasn't having any of the pancakes and was instead screaming loudly. Hitting the table again and again and again.

"No! No! No!" Abby yelled. "Wan Moomin! Wan Moomin Now"Okies, I'll go get Moomin." Del said rubbing her temples as she slid out her seat. Really she would rather deal with all the Dead again than deal with her daughter throwing a tantrum. Del grabbed someone as she passed by. "Can you watch her

[thegreat_ashby]

"Whoa, no. Not your dad, kid. I'm on the pill," Lew said. It didn't matter that she probably had no clue what he was talking about. It made them even, actually, because he didn't know what the fuck a moomin was either. "I don't speak ankle-biter..."

[endlessdel]

Abby Celia scowled at him, her face scrunching up in immense displeasure at the word no. She didn't like people saying no at her, it was her word. And she, like her aunt, liked getting her own way.

"No! No, da!" Abby yelled annoyed. Abby wriggled in her chair, grabbing her hands at him. "Now."

[thegreat_ashby]

"You want proof? Look." Stepping closer, Lew showed the little girl his teeth. Not a fang in sight. "See? All normal like. Can your dad say that? Nuh-uh."

[sexualtourettes]

Helpfully (or so he though), Fitch had pointed out that Lew seemed to have a bit of something caught in his hair as he loaded his plate, going heavy on the tarts and almost completely ignoring the eggs. They were more like a little yellow garnish off on the side.

He was kindly flipped off for his efforts.

Seeing that he obviously wasn't in the best of moods, he decided against commenting on the t-shirt. At least until Lew wasn't near any food that he could throw or sharp utensils.

[vvdanicavv]

Something told Danica that she oughtn't try to come between Fitch and pastries. So she waited until he had finished the tart he'd been eating before heading over.

"So I hear you're looking for a wife."

[sexualtourettes]

"I'm not looking for a wife" That was just creepy. He wouldn't have said no to a girlfriend, though... "Where'd you get your information?"

If a little bald bird told her then he was so done talking to that particular bird.

[vvdanicavv]

"Around," Danica answered in a non-committal tone, not with the sole aim of making Fitch think everyone was talking about him but that was definitely a cherry on top. "You're looking for a husband then?"

[dale_cooper_fbi]

Dale had never been the sort to wallow after an unusual and disconcerting experience, and he didn't find he needed to take a lot of time to himself to recover, so it wasn't long after his unexpected trip out of town that he was back at the breakfast table piling his plate high with pancakes.

But he had to admit that the weekend had left a mark on him, a little niggle in his brain, and so when he chewed his pancakes this morning, he was chewing them very thoughtfully.

[jdick]

Joe fucking hated this shit. Didn't matter if it had been traumatizing or not, he didn't like waking up to someone who was fucking unconscious and he especially hated when it was Dale. That shit didn't sit well with him, so he was glad that everyone seemed to be up and around again, being mostly normal.

"Good pancakes?" Joe asked, grunting as he took a seat beside Dale, his hands wrapped around a cup of coffee.

[dale_cooper_fbi]

Instead of answering, Dale just held up a forkful, offering it to him. If it was accepted in the spirit it was intended, perhaps he could claim a sip of coffee in exchange.

"I didn't wake you up, did I?" he said. "Had a little trouble sleeping last night."

[jdick]

Joe looked at the pancakes for a second, then, unable to help himself, took a bite and chewed, nodding. "Good pancakes," he said, agreeing with himself before he shook his head at Dale's question. "Nah, man. I still sleep like the dead. You doing okay, though?"

If he'd had trouble sleeping, maybe things from the weekend were still fucking with him a little.

[motherfuckaa]

Finger pointing and laughing seemed to be Hank's greeting of choice this morning and it was all aimed at Lew's chest.

"You going down on me in the middle of the kitchen: less gay."

[thegreat_ashby]

"We should let the people decide," Lew insisted. "Lock your load, Moody. Or not, I can understand if you can't get it up at this hour."

[motherfuckaa]

"Thems fightin' words," Hank replied but he wasn't ready to start taking off his pants quite yet. "But I'm experiencing a little tumescence already so I'm afraid my morning oak might give you an unfair advantage. Feel free to test out your mad schlurping skillz on me when I'm napping later though."

[thegreat_ashby]

"...does it burn when you pee?" Lew asked, brow arched. "Cause that sounds like the kinda shit you should have looked at."

[staroftamaran]

There are two giant plates piled to full capacity with everything on offer that morning, and one small alien girl seated behind them. It's not a case of her eyes being bigger than her stomach, though. Or stomachs, in her case. Nine of them. Her true powers might have been taken from her, but Starfire could still beat anyone in any mass food eating contest from here to Tyrus Three.

She settles on trying one of the tarts first, taking a bite and squeaking in delight. "Delicious!" she exclaims, before she begins quickly shoveling more into her mouth.

[motherfuckaa]

"Ms Fire," Hank greeted from behind her, dropping down into a nearby chair a split second after a butt had vacated it. "Might I say you're looking particularly chillaxed this morning. Mind if I steal some of your diabetes?" He asked, fork at the ready and eyes on her tarts. "I think I got here too late."

[staroftamaran]

"I... do not think I have any of those," she says after swallowing down her mouthful, studying her plates and going as far as to lift pancakes in order to get a look beneath them. "But you may have some the the baked pastry cups with various fruit fillings," Starfire offers.

[motherfuckaa]

As much as Hank tried to suppress his smile, he couldn't, not when Star went as far as to look beneath her pancakes for him. "Those'll do." He dug his fork into one and began breaking it up into bite-sized pieces, his gaze sweeping her breakfast. "Are you going into hibernation?"