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[def-rock.livejournal.com]

[Duffy is moving around the modest, country kitchen efficiently and with ease. It's a familiar space for him, and when he turns towards you you'll notice he's missing his left arm from just above his elbow. He doesn't let it hold him back though, as he smiles softly and turns on the stove. He's humming Pour Some Sugar on Me as he works. He seems to be cooking bacon and eggs for an army.]

Any requests?

Comments

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[It's been a long time since Ami's had a western-style breakfast, but it smells good. Her eyes drift to the spot where the missing arm should be, but she tactfully avoids calling notice to it.]

Boiled, please.

[It wouldn't do to let herself go and eat food that was too unhealthy, after all; and there was bacon coming.]

If not that, then scrambled.

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

Boiled, I can do. [He says with a wink. He did see her looking, but everybody looked. Even staring wasn't such a big deal anymore.]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Proper nutrition is essential for a full day.

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

I guess... [The topic's clearly uncomfortable for him, but he just shrugs it off.] Do you drink coffee? I have tea, too.

[hasasoul.livejournal.com]

[Angel is looking awkwardsan in this kitchen. Actually he keeps looking at the sunlight coming out of the window like it's about to kill him any minute now. But it doesn't.]

No, I think I'm good.

[Darla's with him though, and she's like "I WANT WAFFLES 8D" while Angel ... glares at her for existing.]

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

[Duffy catches his discomfort and draws the curtains over the window, raising an eyebrow before smiling at Darla.]

Waffles for the lady. Coming right up.

[hasasoul.livejournal.com]

She doesn't need waffles.

[smileforaliving.livejournal.com]

[Neal is getting used to showing up in random places. He's getting a lot better at just going with the flow.]

Soft boiled, if you don't mind. And is there any coffee around here? [If not, he's going to fix that.]

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

Coming right up, honey. And there's some brewing. [He gestures to the coffeepot on the counter next to him.] How do you take yours? No, don't tell me.... black?

[smileforaliving.livejournal.com]

[He smiles wide at the sight, leaning back on the counter to watch the other] You got it! Am I that predictable or is this just a talent of yours?

[withoutshrimp.livejournal.com]

[Anya's a little confused at why she's in this random kitchen but on the plus side...food sounds really good right now] Waffles? That's what I always make Xander make me.

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

I can do waffles! Do you want fruit inside?

[withoutshrimp.livejournal.com]

And lots of whipped cream.

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

French toast? [ not that there's a France in Gaia, but that doesn't keep sector 7 from having a big old "Texas" sign above its bar or sector 6 from serving "Korean BBQ" dishes.

oddly enough, the part of his appearance she pays attention to isn't the arm (or absence of), it's -- ] Doesn't your hair ever get in the way like that? It's pretty long.

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

[He nods easily enough, going to the fridge and getting out eggs and milk for the batter.] It's been a while since I made French toast... [Even longer since he'd eaten it.]

My hair? [he laughs a little bit as he cracks an egg on the side of the mixing bowl.] I guess sometimes. But it's been through a lot with me, these fibers and me.

[auncyenhalig.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't mean cut it. Maybe someone could braid it for you, though... [She runs her hand over her own braid, thinking about it.]

[digitalariel.livejournal.com]

Oh, I can hardly choose. [Quorra smiles faintly, legs swinging as she perches on a chair.] Why don't you pick?

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

Okay.... do you want some coffee while you wait? [Those eyes are really something aren't they... He finds himself staring a bit before pulling his gaze back to the skillet]

[digitalariel.livejournal.com]

Sure, why not. [She smiles pleasantly at him.] I'm Quorra, by the way.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter's more interested in knowing what he's doing... here, which is why he's staring out the nearest window before he thinks to respond. ] ... Coffee?

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

Coffee I can do, honey. Cream, sugar? [The first thing he notices is how cute Peter is :C uh oh.]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ oh dear. ;; and Peter will just be as oblivious as the day is long. at least for the time being. ] Just sugar. Thanks.

[guiltapalooza]

Pancakes, [Willow says promptly, sliding onto a stool at the counter and watching him cook with a chin in her hand. There's an accompanying smile on her face.] Funny shapes, if you please.

[def-rock.livejournal.com]

They might come out more like blobs. [He makes his best :/ face] I was never very artistic. But if that's a price you're willing to pay... [He's already starting on the pancake mixture]

[guiltapalooza]

[In a fake proper voice,] I believe that when I asked for funny shapes, good sir, I did not put a contingency on what qualifies as funny.

[She drops it and says normally,] Pancakes are pancakes. They'll be cute no matter what.