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 Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:11 pm
Mordekai let out some strangled laughter as Cruz began to inquire further about the events. He didn't even realize what it insinuated when he went out for several hours with Anita, their only other company being Tango. This probably wouldn't even have been a problem if Skye wasn't here. Why was Skye even awake? How was he awake before Farrer, even?
"Heels ain't bad," Mordekai walked to where Cruz was, and watched the Frei wash the dishes. "They're just a pain to walk wit' sometime. She managed just fine, though." When Skye chuckeld, Mordekai tucked his hands sheepishly into his pockets and shrugged. It didn't seem like Cruz was insinuating anything, he was just asking innocent questions, and Skye was acting like he always was. Like a brown-nosing two-year-old.
He took a washcloth from the counter and offered to free up the bowl and spoon from Cruz. Mordekai dried them quickly and threw in the eggs and milk, then sluggishly worked on mixing it. "Yeah, it was a nice sunrise. Anita slept through it, I think," he noted with a hint of amusement, "Tango an' I managed to run around some. We had a decent walk to, though, none of th'spirits came botherin' us."
"Wanted to give you two alone time, maybe," Skye noted quietly; Mordekai tightened his grip on his wooden spoon and pointed it crossly at the man. Skye smiled back innocently.
"You are th'one takin' this outta hand. An' you know it, you toddler, can't even look the opposite sex straight in the face wit'out blushin'."
Skye shrugged. "Just thought you could use a laugh and some happiness," he glanced at Cruz and chuckled. "Wouldn't you agree with me, Cruz?"
Rustling could be heard from the living room. Lyons groaned-- he was practically toppled over Farrer-- and grabbed at the nearest pillow. The only thing he managed to grab, though, was Farrer's chest-- the older man's eyes fluttered open and he stared at the redhead's bed of hair. Without warning, Farrer gave Lyons an ample shove away from him, which Lyons responded with a loud grunt and "UGH."
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:17 pm
Cruz kept his gaze pointed to the sink as Mordekai responded. His eyes followed the spoon and bowl as they were plucked out but he didn't turn his head to keep them in his sight. No, that couldn't be true at all – not with the way Mordekai was brushing it off. And, oh... she slept through it? If she fell asleep in the middle of it, that most certainly could not have been a date, especially not a date with kissing. The frei's shoulders relaxed, though he wasn't entirely sure that was a good thing. He reached for the cloth once the bowl and spoon were dry and wiped off his own hands, just barely catching Skye's comment.
He sputtered quietly, turning and blinking at the other man, but Mordekai was already laying into him. Did he mean that Anita fell asleep to give he and Tango some alone time? Cruz's brows knit with confusion. One side of his mouth perked into an awkward smile and he gave a single laugh upon understanding the joke.
The smile didn't drop but the croc's brows raised at being addressed. Happiness? ”Yes.”
From laughter? Certainly. From playing with Tango? Without a doubt.
From Anita? ”...Yes.” He rumbled resolutely, his expression finally settling into a calm contentment. The gears in his mind were turning, hinted only by the fact he was looking pointedly at the floor and one of his hands was raised to his mouth, fingertips resting on his lower lip.
In the other room, a low groan accompanied a single growl from Tango immediately following Lyons' shout. While Tango settled immediately after and laid his head back on the floor, Anita stretched and took a deep breath. ”Chil-dren...” Her warning started loud then tapered off to near nothingness, Anita's voice little but a croak. All she did otherwise was turn her head, causing most of her hair to flop over the side of the couch.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:18 pm
Both Skye and Mordekai exchanged glances at one another when Cruz began contemplating. Mordekai's expression was that of partially-playful blame and exhaustion, but he managed to whack Skye lightly on the shoulder with the brunt of his spoon and continue mixing the egg and milk. Skye grabbed the onion plant and tapped Cruz lightly on the side with it.
"How's about you help us get these onions peeled while I cut these tomatoes?"
"Washin' the bowl and spoon was nice 'nough already, don't make'm cut the damn veggies. He can't even eat it."
Farrer sat upright while Lyons continued to writhe on the floor, though an unexpected giggle arose from Garcia, whose face was planted on the floor. Twain was the farthest from the group and had two of the five pillows to their disposal, his front practically hugging the wall.
"s**t, Anita, when'd you get back?" asked Farrer quietly, though the notion was mostly redundant, as he realized the girl was trying to get to sleep. Farrer picked himself up and cracked his back-- the sound was crumpling and worryingly loud-- before heading towards the kitchen.
"When did you guys get back?" Farrer asked again once he walked around the bend. Skye and Mordekai were already preoccupied with preparing breakfast items, so the man glanced expectantly at Cruz. "How long have you guys been awake?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:21 pm
The question brought Cruz from his pondering, smile lingering but now misplaced as he gazed brightly to Skye while flashing teeth. Before he even went to speak, the frei started toward the onion. Mordekai interjected and he paused.
”I don't mind,” Cruz mumbled, blinking with some confusion. It wasn't as though smelling human food which he couldn't yet ingest made him hungry. That was actually for the better, he figured, since a hungry chef was bound to eat some of their own dish in preparation and that was counter intuitive to the entire process. With that established, Cruz turned back to Skye and held his hands out. He grinned hard and chuckled silently, fingers groping the air to request the onion.
A light scoff came from Anita at Garcia's giggle. Her legs lifted to the air, bending towards her back, and then flopped lazily into their previous position. She grunted the equivalent of 'I don't know' to Farrer's question, then proceeded to bury her face into the sofa cushion.
Farrer's sudden presence and questions made all of Cruz's movement's cease. He stared blankly, onion cradled in both hands, and looked almost as if he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. The sound he made mirrored Anita's response. Once he managed an answer, Cruz glanced back to what Mordekai was doing, then smiled to Farrer. ”We're making breakfast. Want to help?” He didn't even know what could be helped with but it was nice to ask. Then again, Farrer certainly looked and sounded as if he'd just woken up so maybe that wasn't the best thing. ”Good morning.” His thoughts were all jumbled now and it was obvious, his smile still a little off kilter.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:22 pm
Skye handed Cruz the onions easily, despite Mordekai's indignation against it. Farrer leaned against the counter and digested Cruz's answer, though it didn't prove as satisfactory an answer as he wanted. Before he could either accept or deny the invitation to help prepare breakfast, Mordekai threw the sliced tomatoes into the bowl and handed the spoon to Farrer.
"You're mixin' this. I'm makin' bacon." He returned his attentions to the fridge, wherein Mordekai managed to find an unopened package of applewood smoked. While the other three weren't looking, he stared slyly at the expiration date.
"Boyo here came in around 20:00," Skye answered absentmindedly; he nudged Cruz on the shoulder for the onions. "Went out to see the sunrise with Anita and her dog."
"Huh," Farrer was mixing the bowl exponentially slower than Mordekai, but it was getting done-- at this point, the fixation on folding the eggs and milk together was a redundant cause. It had been several minutes ago. "And you didn't invite the rest of us."
"You guys were drunk as piss, were stone cold asleep, an' are pain in the asses to take care'f," Mordekai began heating the stove and sloppily threw a few slices of bacon onto the pan. He lowered his voice, "Keep it down, there are people tryin' to sleep."
Farrer slid the bowl aside. Though he clearly remained indignant about the matter, he turned to Cruz, "Hey, Cruz. Do you and Anita need a ride back home? I'm going to head out after Iron Chef here finishes making breakfast."
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:25 pm
As soon as everyone seemed to get situated and Farrer was given a task, Cruz settled near him and began peeling the skin off the onion. His claws pulled at the plant's roots and stem but he knew he would need a knife to remove those properly.
Skye's nudge earned him a quick smile, then his attention returned to Farrer as the man pondered over this new information. He didn't seem very committed to his task but maybe he was just tired still. While he couldn't eat it, the smell of meats was always one that the frei enjoyed, likely due to his carnivorous soul. The scent of applewood smoked bacon, as it started to sizzle, practically enveloped the kitchen and he took a moment to breathe deep. He couldn't help but chuckle at Mordekai's defense of attending the sunrise with Anita and Tango. It was true, though; everyone was completely dead assed at the time, himself included.
”Oh, you are?” Cruz's voice was tinged lightly with surprise and disappointment, ”Nita drove here. I dunno when we're leaving, she can sleep for hours...”
That also made him chuckle, as he returned to the onion. Come to think of it, he should probably wash it, too. He actually had no idea what he was doing in regards to this vegetable but dang if he wasn't determine to help. ”Can I, um--” Cruz craned his neck, looking towards the various cabinets, ”Is there a knife?”
Absently, he held the onion plant aloft by its stem and scrutinized it close to his face. The croc pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes at it, then asked the three men collectively, ”Don't onions make you cry?” Cruz huffed and muttered under his breath, ”Onions are rude.”
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:27 pm
"We are," Farrer replied-- Mordekai took the bowl from the counter and placed it nearby the stove, ready to pour until he realized that the onions were still not present. The blond waited along patiently, idly staring at the gradually simmering slabs of bacon meanwhile. "Well, if Anita wants a drive back home, just tell us. I can drive just about anything, and Skye can drive the truck."
"I don't know about operating your truck with this shitty hangover, though," Skye narrowed his eyes and scratched his hair, "But I'll do it for Cruz and Anita."
Farrer stared unimpressed at Skye. "Skye, you don't get hangovers."
As the bacon began sizzling, Mordekai mechanically dug through the drawers and offered Cruz a cutting knife. "If you really wanna, here it is." The three men laughed in tune to Cruz's question, and Mordekai pulled a few dishes out from the cabinet.
"Yea, onions do make you cry. They awful rude creatures, those onions."
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:29 pm
Cruz wasn't sure what Anita would want to do for transportation. He wasn't really sure on the logistics of any vehicle usage, though he'd been in cars plenty of times before. They were offering because she'd gotten so little sleep, and that was awfully nice of them, but if they were going to leave after food then he wondered if Anita would just rather stay asleep and drive home herself. The frei just smiled and nodded; he would tell them, for sure, but he couldn't say with certainty one way or the other until he talked to her.
He smiled at Skye's offer, too, despite not knowing what a hangover was. The term sounded familiar, he'd definitely heard it before – typically at gatherings like the previous night – he just had no idea what was involved in one or how to get one, let alone why they were bad. Farrer shot Skye down quick enough, though, and Cruz just took the knife from Mordekai with a quiet 'thanks'.
”It should feel bad for making people cry,” he said decisively to no one in particular. Maybe even to the onion itself.
Once the knife was in hand, he stared down at the plant. His fingers held the handle carefully and he made sure to keep the knife pointed away from himself while it hovered over the onion bulb. This would be the first time he'd actually cut something to be cooked. He'd seen Anita's mom chop veggies and stuff loads of times but observation was far different from practice. The tip of Cruz's tongue peeked out from between his jaws, teeth pressing upon it gently as he concentrated and aimed the blade. First he had to get rid of the stem and roots, he knew – no onion you bought from the store looked like this. Cruz's movements were slow but precise; he pointed the knife tip down and chopped with the firm back end. When it was just an onion bulb he was a little more lost. He turned the onion around, repositioned it several times, leaned down to stare at it level with the counter, then finally decided to cut it in half vertically.
The scent of bacon was quickly filling the downstairs. It didn't take long for it to make its way into the living room. Despite being half sleep, the din of idle conversation and occasionally raised voices kept Anita on the edge of awareness. She stayed still, eyes closed, until the smell hit her. One eye opened and was met with her hair nesting messily around her face. With her feet propped on the arm next to where she tucked her slacks, she curled her toes around them and pulled them towards herself. Anita groaned quietly, sliding one arm off the side of the couch and feeling clumsily along the floor to make sure there wasn't anyone laying immediately next to the sofa. Her fingers met Tango further up and she scratched his head, then set about turning and sliding off of the couch until she landed on the floor with a dull thud. Still wrapped in the blanket, she wriggled around with only her head visible until her pants were back on before breaking out of her cloth cocoon.
She didn't realize how hungry she'd gotten since dinner, which was probably another factor in her not falling asleep. Normally noise wasn't a huge issue, she wasn't a particularly light sleeper, but with mixing factors it would get redundant to just lie there without drifting off. Besides, there was bacon. Tango could smell it, too, and once Anita was on her feet he got up and followed after her slowly shambling form.
”Whaddup,” she croaked with a low voice, posture completely slack, hair all floofed and in her face. Anita practically collapsed into one of the empty chairs and fell forward onto the table, cradling her head with her arms. Tango just stood in the middle of the floor and yawned, ending with a high pitched whine.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:31 pm
Mordekai folded his arms and allowed Skye and Farrer to talk between themselves in low voices. He was more interested in how Cruz was handling the onion, more or less-- it bemused him, as was obvious with the slight lopsided smile on his features. "Huh," he managed to mutter towards Cruz, "Good work, Cruz. Y'show that onion good."
The blond turned back to flip the bacon and navigate through the counters to find a sizable dish, which he flopped the meat strips onto two by two before loading more on there. Skye reached over to steal a piece, though that was met with a stern tch! before Mordekai swiped the dish away and shoved Skye back by the chest. Farrer managed to sneak up behind Mordekai anyway to grab a piece, which he swiftly began eating before Mordekai could take it back. Mordekai swore quietly, but let the two be.
It was difficult to hear any rustling given the popping and sizzling of bacon, but upon hearing footsteps, the three men glanced back at Anita. Skye offered a soft smile while Farrer nodded in greeting. Mordekai's eyes widened in surprise, and he set the dish down before speaking to Anita. He walked to the counter and chuckled sheepishly when Anita plopped herself down at the dinner table.
"'Ey sorry, y'awake from all this noise? We'll try t'keep it down," Skye quietly stole a piece of bacon from the dish while Mordekai was preoccupied. "Y'can go back t'sleep if you wanna, though breakfast's almos' ready."
A throaty groan and gurgle could be heard echoing in from the living room, along with rustling. Lyons lazily sifted through his clothes and announced groggily: "The ********, where's my cigs?"
Mordekai stifled briefly and quickly stashed the cigarette behind his ear into his pocket. He smiled wryly.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:33 pm
Cruz chuckled while glancing up, seeing the men squabbling over the bacon. The frei nodded resolutely to Mordekai's compliment and he set to work on slowly dicing one half of the onion as best he could. They were rough and uneven chunks but he tried to make them small. When Anita walked in he just grinned at her. How she decided to sit down confused him a little but he'd seen her this tired once or twice before.
She'd returned Skye's and Farrer's greetings with sleepy nods of her own before setting down. Mordekai's apology was waved off with a hand while her face was still planted on the table.
”I smelled bacon...” she hissed with the conviction of someone who hadn't eaten in weeks.
Once Cruz accumulated a decent pile, he gestured toward Mordekai, ”They're ready.” He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with it now, just that it needed to be added to something. The other half of the onion was soon set upon. If they didn't need the rest then they could just put it in a baggy and save it for later.
Anita didn't waste time getting a few slices of bacon despite her sluggish movements. Her eyes were heavily lidded as she sat up and she stared at a single point on the table, barely blinking. Two pieces of bacon rested in her grasp while a third was chewed with most of it hanging from her mouth. Lyons' question from the other room didn't outwardly gain her attention but as soon as she finished chewing, with no change in expression or where she was looking, she raised her voice. ”If it was in your a** you'd know where it was!”
The frei sputtered, hunching his shoulders over to quietly laugh. He didn't really get it but he knew it was supposed to be funny by human standards. Or really, anyone with legs and a rear end. The way Anita spoke when she was tired just added to the delivery, her voice flat and croaky.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:34 pm
Mordekai didn't take too long to glance over at Anita's direction while he slipped on a few more strips of bacon to the heated pan. He laughed nonetheless and sighed, less from exhaustion and more from defeat. "Yeah, o'course you did. Jes' be sure to save some for Duncan. I don't care 'bout all the rest."
That was, of course, permission to eat more food. Farrer and Skye slid into seats near the dining table and plucked out bacon strips for themselves to munch on-- it was obvious to the both of them that they weren't much help in the kitchen. Mordekai turned back to Cruz and thanked him with a grin and deep nod, then tossed all of the diced onion into the scramble mix, which he lazily mixed around. He turned his full attention to the designated egg pan to swathe butter around the surface, then waited a moment before pouring some mixture in-- it hissed with the heat.
Garcia and Twain remained in the living room while Lyons managed to pull himself from the floor. He wasn't so much staring at the group as he was squinting directly at it, his eyes covered most of the way by a bed of red, scrappy hair. He scratched his a** and leaned against the counter to stare at Cruz and Mordekai, then turned around to glare at what bacon strips were left. Two, maybe three, and they were in a state between crunchy and pleasantly soft.
"That bacon looks ********' undercooked to s**t," Lyons muttered, "Also, that wasn't funny--"
"Hey. It's cooked to a perfect medium," Mordekai glared back at Lyons, spatula in hand while he delicately stirred the egg mixture around, "Sit down and mind y'manners, boy." The blond managed to put on an air of ever-sweetness to face Cruz, though, and nodded towards the pan of sizzling bacon with its accompanying spatula laying to the side of the stove.
"Mind grabbin' that bacon outta the pan for me, Cruz? Right onto that dish next to it."
While the kitchen was busy at work, Farrer placed a hand under his chin and leaned forward. As it were, he was seated in front of Anita with a thing of bacon stuck between his lips as if it were a cigarette.
"So," Farrer began, "I asked Cruz over there about this, but I figure I should ask you too. You two need a ride back home?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:36 pm
Psh. Wasn't funny? It certainly wasn't the highlight of butt comedy but Anita figured it was worth at least a chuckle. Maybe it was just because of how tired she was. Maybe it sounded better in her head. Cruz humored her, at least, and she was grateful. To Lyons she just stuck her tongue out lazily before slapping her mouth with another slice of bacon, making sure to chew it extra charmingly by keeping her mouth open and giving him a tired cringe.
At Mordekai's defense to the bacon, Cruz glanced to Anita. She and everyone else certainly didn't seem to be having any trouble with it. Maybe Lyons was just being contrary. Didn't humans do that sometimes to be funny?
”Sure,” the frei shrugged and smiled at Mordekai's request.
It took him a second to find the tongs but Cruz was quick to pull the strips out and place them on the plate. They were still sizzling and had a light coat of bubbles atop that, as they cooled, seemed to melt back into grease. Cruz never really cooked before but he'd have plenty of experience watching. It was weird but it was fun, even if he couldn't taste any of these great smells, and something about it made him want to try more. Maybe when they got home he could talk to Minerva about helping her cook more or having her teach him. Anita could cook too but Minerva definitely appeared more seasoned and versatile; she cooked like Mordekai.
Anita smiled at Farrer through another slice of bacon after Cruz brought over the strips he retrieved. The frei paused momentarily when he heard his name but lingered only long enough to understand why. Anita chewed her bacon pensively with most of it dangling from her mouth.
”I drove here but uh,” holding the bacon with her teeth to speak while moving her lips as little as possible, Anita twisted herself in her seat and leaned to part the blinds on the window and peek out into the front yard and all of their cars, ”I'unno, I'm probably the only one without a hangover besides Cruz.”
She gave Mordekai a tentative glance. He didn't seem much worse for wear either but she didn't know how much or how little he drank the whole night. ”I am pretty thrashed, though,” Anita pulled down one of her eyelids with her index finger to show off the tired red puffiness and vibrant veins. ”Initial plan was to just sleep here until I was awake enough to drive but if you're fine and you're offering, that's cool. I appreciate it.”
”They're leaving after breakfast,” Cruz offered, craning his head to peek over Farrer's so he could see Anita's face.
By then she'd pulled the rest of the bacon strip into her mouth and all she could over was a muffled ”oh, s**t”.
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:37 pm
Garcia and Twain eventually followed in Lyons' trail and snailed into the kitchen area. Garcia managed to drag himself to a table and sit there with his chin cupped with both hands, staring at the dish of bacon Cruz was gifting them with with an ample, charming smile. Twain, meanwhile, leaned against the backyard glass and stared onward at the fray, his hands folded behind his back. As it were, Garcia and him were the only ones remaining that were still shirtless.
Farrer shrugged dismissively and leaned back in his chair, then spared a glance towards Mordekai who was doling out the scrambled egg into an assortment of bowls-- who the hell served scrambled eggs in bowls? He offered Anita a small smile after Cruz's addendum nevertheless, then grabbed another piece of bacon. "Take your time. All of us work late evenings, anyways."
Mordekai stared back at the group only to realize that Lyons took to walking into the kitchen instead of sitting down like the rest of the company. The blond furrowed his brows and carefully swatted him away from the pan, which the redhead stare at with a mild pout. "Why y'in such a hurry anyway? We're not kickin' you guys out or anythin'." As it were, Mordekai was in better shape than most of the men that had just woken up, despite having had his fair share of drinks just hours before. Saying as much wasn't too impressive, though, given that he always wore a perpetual look of absolute tired.
"You got tomatoes in there? Tomatoes are gross as hell," Lyons muttered.
"Then make y'own scramble, princess." He turned back and plopped a few bowlfuls of scrambled eggs onto the counter, a fork stuck in each, "Anyone want scramble wit' the works, here we are!"
Mordekai grabbed a bowl of scrambled egg for himself and made his way towards the dining table. He pat Cruz on the back and ushered a quiet "thank you much, Cruz" before sitting down next to Farrer, across from Anita-- just as he did so, the sound of footsteps fell from the stairway. Mordekai craned his eyes curiously up towards the flight of stairs to find Duncan standing at the bottom-- he was fully dressed and quite awake. Duncan smiled pleasantly at the entourage. A plain black book rested in one of his hands and an empty cup of tea in the other.
"Rise an' shine!" Mordekai exclaimed, "We got bacon an' eggs for you. Sit down."
"Good morning, everyone. Thank you, Mordekai," he walked towards the dining table and hovered near the seat next to Anita a moment; he glanced around and addressed everyone. "Did you all rest well?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:40 pm
Anita and Cruz both offered smiles and waves, hers much slower and calmer than the frei's but no less pleasant. The eggs smelled great, their scent masking the tomato and onion and whatever else got put into the scramble from Anita's distance. Lyons' announcement about the containing tomatoes caused her to frown through another half slice of bacon. She had to agree with him on that one, Anita wasn't a particular fan of tomatoes, but the bacon was going fast and she was still hungry. It'd be awfully rude to root around for something else, like cereal, when Mordekai was going through the effort and everything else about them was so appetizing.
She'd deal with it. No time to be picky. Hell, she could eat around them and give the left over chunks to whoever had a hard on for tomatoes. Mordekai's response to Lyons' basically shut the matter of her finding something else down anyway and Anita resolved to at least try them.
Cruz was more than happy to receive a thankful word and hand. The raevan was quick to return the gesture to Mordekai, gripping and patting the man's arm as he passed by. He helped set up some of the egg bowls too and, once they were announced, Anita gestured to Cruz for one. Duncan's appearance at the stairs made everything pause for a moment; Cruz stopped mid-hover with a bowl in hand to grin widely at the older man and Anita gave Duncan a contented smile.
”Thank you, bub,” Anita murmured once she got her bowl, immediately poking at the contents with the fork. Duncan staying near the seat beside her drew Anita's attention and she gave the chair a quick pat without looking up. A dash of pepper and the slightest bit of salt were added before Anita chanced a taste. The eggs were super light and fluffy and, with how the tomato and onion were cooked, the textures weren't too far off. Her brows lifted in pleasant surprise but it still needed a little something. ”Y'all got butter?”
”I slept good. You have comfy chairs,” the croc chuckled, floating a bit behind Farrer and Mordekai near the table.
Anita let her eyes roll back tiredly with another smile as she looked up at Duncan. ”Your couch is really comfy, thank you. I could live on that couch.” Sleeping on couches wasn't ideal but she'd done it off and on all her life. She'd met her fair share of crappy sofas. ”I barely slept at all yet,” Anita laughed and shrugged. She might have gotten an hour, if that, interspersed by idle sounds and conversation from the boys and childish, half-awake antics.
”How 'bout you, Duncan? How was everything during fireworks?”
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:41 pm
Duncan chuckled and nodded appreciatively to Anita once she gave the chair in front of him a good few pats. He sat down as Cruz and Anita gave their hearty responses, while the rest of the men were preoccupied with eating their share of breakfast around the dinner table. They were conversing amidst themselves for now, and Mordekai glanced up between Duncan and company versus Farrer's, though he didn't feel much inclination to speak. Or eat, for that matter.
"We got butter," Mordekai piped up-- he quickly rose from his seat and practically jogged to the fridge to grab a stick of butter from its small pantry. He set it down next to Anita at the table and Duncan regarded him with a friendly smile, which Mordekai returned with some confusion. Duncan had a tendency to sleep in until around this time given the privilege, but the older man seemed plenty awake.
"I'm glad you two found the seats alright." Duncan glanced down at his cuppa-- he was a tad disappointed that he'd finished his serving of tea for the morning, and stole a quick look at the now-empty kitchen contemplatively. He beamed at Anita, "New Years was wonderful, though, thank you. Tango was being very good. I assume that all of you had a good time?"
Mordekai followed Duncan's gaze toward the kitchen and slid his half-eaten bowl of eggs forward. He shifted tentatively in his seat, then extended his arm towards Duncan hesitantly, "Y'want me to put on another pot of water for you?"
"Ah--" Duncan smiled weakly and gingerly handed Mordekai his cup, "If you would."
Mordekai grabbed the cup of tea and walked to the kitchen-- he fiddled around the pantry for a fresh teapot and looked back at the group. Garcia and Twain had already finished their bowls of scrambled egg and were scuffling back into the living area to dress down-- Lyons, meanwhile, was shyly picking away at the tomato to finish his share of the meal.
"Anyone want some coffee or tea? We mos'ly got tea, coffee's instant."
"We'll take some hot water, yeah," Farrer added, his head raised and chair leaned slightly back to stare up past the counter, "I think coffee'll do us some good; thanks for the breakfast, Kantor." Farrer had already scarfed down the rest of his breakfast as well, which Mordekai noted with a tiny scowl.
"All y'all eat sinfully fast, yeesh!"
"Old habits," Farrer replied plainly-- he crossed his arms and rested it against the dining table, then leaned foward to speak quietly to Cruz and Anita. "He's one to talk. I'm gonna go out back with Skye a bit, so just holler at me when you're done here, alright?"
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