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Nothing wrong with Tuesday morning pancakes.

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*he'll just scrub a hand over his face and make grumbling noises*

Good morning to you, too. Tea or coffee with your aspirin?

Coffee. Definitely coffee.

Coming right up. *eyes him* Ice, or past that time?

No ice.

*takes a long breath* You're chipper this morning.

No, I'm normal. *here's your coffee, old friend*

You look like you can use another eight to twelve hours of sleep.

*mmm coffee*

Probably could. Had some unpacking going on. *in more ways than one*

Got that all going as it should?

Think so, yeah.

Good.

*Here. Stack of warm pancakes. Pick what goes with them yourself*

*bit of butter, some powdered sugar. pile of fruit*

You're awake this morning. *or he's more tired than usual*

Often am. *shh, Chance got about three hours of sleep. He's good...*

*heh, Guerrero's found him often enough faceplanted and drooling into the couch, he knows better*

*wolfs down some pancake and fruit for a bit* No lectures?

Is there something you should be lectured about?

Dude, again with the telling. *faint smile*

I don't know, maybe.

*shrugs* You brought it up.

Wanna talk about it?

Lecturing seems to be the thing, lately.

What's to talk about?

Ah. I see.

*shrugs* Whatever you want there to be?

*shrug. he doesn't feel much of a need to talk about things. not right now*

Taking it as it comes. She is learning, at least. *about being an operative, that is*

*of course about being an operative*

Good. That sounds... better than floundering.

*slight smile, then*

Might need you to take over teaching her some things, if you're up for it.

Sure. What'd you have in mind?

Combat and hand to hand's going to be a little weird now. Might be better if she spars with you for a bit.

Will do.

*sipping coffee. munching food*

Still think expanding the team was a good idea?

*Chance just. Looks around the place* The choice was a bit complicated, on that.

Complicated... *so are the consequences. he's not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing*

Mmm.

*and he's focusing on his own batch of pancakes for a moment* You could come with me to that Tibetan monastery if it's displeasing.

*oh yes, he knows just how much of a 'no' that will be*

*have an eyebrow, Chance* You dislike the monks that much?

...Pancakes? [Her eyes widen with hope. She looks remarkably like Carmine, whose unwavering gaze is fixed on Chance's hands in the hope that he'll drop something delicious.]

Pancakes. *he nods towards a seat, eyes crinkling* Coffee?

Please. [She plops down at the table. Carmine looks up with interest, realizes that she doesn't have food, then returns his attention to Chance.]

Of course.

*aw, Carmine. You know him too well. Ahem. But not right now, not from the batch on the skillet for Ames. Chance does pet his head absently on his way back from getting coffee to the table. Because. And then there is flipping of pancakes...*

[She sips the coffee and sighs happily. It's before noon, and in Ames' book that means it's an ungodly hour to be awake. Hot coffee and the promise of pancakes make up for it, though.]

So what's the occasion? I haven't seen you cook in ages.

You usually aren't here this early in the morning. And there's usually enough work to keep me occupied. *shrugs* No occasion.

*other than, oh, that his friend is back and he kind of promised him pancakes this morning*

[She wrinkles her nose.] Work has been a little slow lately. The ne'er-do-wells of the world are slacking.

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