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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 22:39:41 GMT -5
She rolls her eyes. "It's only one of the ingredients. And I've been taking it long enough that I know how to use it. I mix it with Valarian and a lot of chamomile to temper it. But without it, I usually can't fall asleep."
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 22:42:32 GMT -5
"Oh..." he smiles, feeling a little stupid now. "It just surprised me when I heard you say it."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 22:44:14 GMT -5
"Yeah, people tend to be a little wary knowing that I grow and injest posionous plants." She gestures out the window to the rose-covered greenhouse in the backyard before removing the first set of pancakes from the pan and pouring three more.
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 22:50:48 GMT -5
Vinnie sluggishly enters the room, still not a morning person. "Hey Aka, hey Kid..." she says not really registering Tall in the 'I hate you' way.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 22:53:04 GMT -5
"Breakfast, Vinnie," Aka says, placing a plate with three pancakes, two eggs, and a few strips of bacon on the table. "Coffee or juice?" she asks.
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 22:54:52 GMT -5
"Coffee," she murmurs with an overtone of grumpiness. Tall wonders how long it will take her to realize he's there and freak out.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 22:56:55 GMT -5
She nods and pours her a mug, placing it in front of her along with a bottle of milk and a bag of sugar.
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 23:03:34 GMT -5
"Thanks hun..." she says sleepily. Tall is tempted to go sit across from her and make comments until she finally snaps out of it, but also doesn't want to start a scene. Plus, he'd probably regret it the few seconds after Vinnie's shocked expression.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 23:06:17 GMT -5
Aka fills a platter with the remaining pancakes, eggs and bacon and sets it down on the table, grabbing a plate for herself. She sits down next to Vinnie and pours herself a glass of juice. "LEt me guess," she says with a wry smile, looking at Tall. "You don't want breakfast?"
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 23:10:27 GMT -5
Tall takes the seat right across Vinnie, returning the grin, "Well, I don't really see the point of wasting good food."
Vinnie finally seems to get it, "You!" she stand up abruptly, pointing across the table at Tall. Tall gently pushes down on her outstretched finger. "It's rude to point you know."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 23:12:21 GMT -5
Aka rests her chin in her hand, taking a bite of a syrup laden pancake. "Must we fight at the breakfast table?"
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 23:16:17 GMT -5
Tall smiles pleasantly, as if nothing changed between them, "She has a point, Vinnie. Perhaps we can save it for later?"
Vinnie mumbles something about 'It's Vinicius to you...' frowning.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 23:18:30 GMT -5
Darad sinks down across from Aka, between Vinnie and Tall. Reaching over the food, he grabs Aka's glass and quickly drinks half of her juice. She gives him an outraged look. "Darad! What was that for?"
He shrugs. "I need fortification I'm going to have to deal with Radar all day, and he's pissier than Vinnie."
Aka stifles a laugh.
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Post by Seven on Apr 3, 2008 23:25:36 GMT -5
"hey!" Vinnie protests. "Well maybe Radar has good reason to be pissy," she says, defending the Sentinal. Tall's smile slowly began to sadden. Even if Aka was beginning to forgive him, it was prepesterous to think the others would. And if only for Aka's sake, he didn't want to be the source of yet another conflict. "Well, it was good seeing you Vinnie, Aka. If you need me, I'll be back in the basement..." he gives a nod to Aka, as if thanking her for breakfast, though he didn't eat any, as he stands up to leave.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Apr 3, 2008 23:27:27 GMT -5
Aka reaches across the table and flicks Darad's nose. He shakes his head, scratching at his nose like a cat. "Stupid. Be nice to your brother. You know how he gets..."
Darad snarls, then pouts. "Radar's a child."
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