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"Spiced apple for me, with a scoop of vanilla on top."

The waitress took the two orders down, then shuffled back off to the kitchen, leaving them alone once again. Stephan straighted himself up, taking his arms off the table, "I kind of... Have to be. I don't have a real budget, at least not like a lot of people do, but if I go overboard I get this whole responsibility lecture from my mother. She still refuses to go shopping unless there's a sale going on, it's kind of funny." His family was a bit weird, normal by some of the standards that apparently surrounded the complex, but weird for the community he had been raised in.

Stephan couldn't help but smile, tight wallet, he hadn't known many people with a budget during his school years. For fun... Getting drunk and passing out didn't really count as fun, at least not when he was the only one. "Well, I spent most of my free time doing sports, team, and house football and rugby," he offered, trying to think of anything else noteworthy, "Don't know what I'm going to do out here though, no one I've met so far really seems like the type for contact sports. What about you?"

A girl that liked sports, that was a start at least, "Gavin, that's a nice name, bet he's a handful if this was the only time you could get away." From what he had seen and heard so far, most of the kids were handfuls. And from the looks of the soul he'd seen earlier, his wasn't going to be any different. Leaning back against the booth, he frowned, "I don't know how I'm going to deal with a toddler running around, I've never really had to take care of myself, or anyone else, except maybe my little sister once in a while. We don't talk much anymore though." Lighter subject, don't think about how badly you're going to screw up. "Maybe you could escape sometime and play with me? Bet I could out-throw you," he challenged.

"It'd be a nice competition then," he reasoned, "And be careful offering me childrearing help, you might end up busier than you already are." Just then the waitress came by, setting the plates down on the table as she passed with a tired, "Enjoy." Stephan watched as she left, taking a mental note to mark Waiter off his possible jobs. Way too tiring.

Taking a bite of his own, Stephan spoke through a muffled mouthful, "I said the same 'bout apple pie first time my mother made it, hated fresh apples at the time." He was being as polite as he could manage, girls weren't usually like the brothers in their disregard for manners, but talking with his mouth full was a habit he didn't think he could break. After swallowing the bite, he nodded purposefully, "I can handle a bunch of piss drunk guys, but toddlers are completely new ground."

Stephan had taken another bit and started to swallow it, when he heard the summary of Gavin. Wings? Being more than a little startled, he started to choke, but quickly managed to swallow the piece and get his breathing back to normal. "That's, um. I mean I know the kids are different and all, but wings? I've only seen two toddlers around here, and one of them looks fairly normal." Entire universes. Like Bizarro world. He was doomed. Completely and totally doomed.

"Fine, yeah," he said quickly, keeping eating as she told her story. Interesting, sounded familiar. Not that he'd ever indebted himself to anyone like that, but it really wasn't that different from how things went in the frat house. Maybe this wouldn't be so different. "Sounds like he'll be a real spitfire. If he causes trouble when he's older just send him my way. Sometimes boys need a good male straightening out," he offered, remembering the last time he'd backtalked to his mother, and the punishment he'd gotten from his father for it.