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Post by sybbil on Mar 2, 2011 22:55:14 GMT -8
She had squeaked quite impressively when he had surprised her. Holding a hand over her rapidly beating heart, she scolded herself mentally for completely forgetting that they had a house-guest, and a male one at that!
Quickly tying her robe so that little to none of her nightgown was visible, she spoke in a breathy voice that was partly hysterical. "Oh Bast, I...So sorry, I completely...Don't know what I was thinking! Please...could you look after the kettle while I go...put on some actual clothing..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 2, 2011 22:58:49 GMT -8
Misto took another half step backward, ears flickering. "I... I mean, it's fine, it's certainly your house so do what you want..." He blinked rapidly, getting his own fur to settle back down after the shook. "...Though I can certainly watch the kettle. Where you going to make tea or coffee?"
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Post by sybbil on Mar 2, 2011 23:17:47 GMT -8
"...Both. Uncle Fred likes the Earl Grey, but Ox takes his coffee black." She seemed to be calming down somewhat and her shoulders had relaxed. "I...I guess I could stay like this, but I'd be more comfortable in some regular clothes. I'll let you handle the tea and coffee, and I'll make breakfast when I get back. Does that sound all right to you?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 2, 2011 23:20:23 GMT -8
"Sounds fine," he murmured, already getting the tea and coffee down from where he'd seen it the night before. "I could even start breakfast if you like?"
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Post by sybbil on Mar 2, 2011 23:44:53 GMT -8
"Well, if you could start the bread toasting and get the eggs and the milk out of the icebox, that'd be just lovely. I'll be back shortly." She smiled gratefully, quickly fleeing the kitchen and up to her room, where she began to get dressed for the day.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 2, 2011 23:52:46 GMT -8
Misto nodded, watching her go before obeying her instructions, keeping an eye on the kettle while he was getting the requested items out. He might not be as good a cook as those he was living with, but he was good enough. Humming softly to himself, his tail swayed behind him as he started making breakfast.
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Post by sybbil on Mar 6, 2011 16:54:56 GMT -8
Fred woke up feeling refreshed, though something still irked him. He frowned slightly when he remembered their new house-guest. Despite the obvious attempts by the other cat to keep as quiet as possible, Fred had still heard him. Sighing, he rose and stretched, thinking of breakfast and suddenly smelling it too. He dressed quickly, combing his hair back and then taking the stairs down two at a time. He breezed into the kitchen. "Did you start the tea already, Maaaaag-whoa." He halted abruptly at the sight of their house-guest at the stove. He blinked. "Has Maggie been down here yet?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 6, 2011 18:26:56 GMT -8
His ears flickering back slightly at the sounds of somecat else approaching, Misto turned. "Good morning," he murmured, shifting a little awkwardly. He was very unused to dealing with anycat else in the morning. "Ah, yes, she was done. She, um, went back up to get changed. I offered to at least get breakfast started and the tea and coffee."
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Post by sybbil on Mar 6, 2011 20:02:05 GMT -8
Fred blinked again, belatedly remembering his manners. "Oh, well, thank you for starting breakfast... Need any help, or are you fine by yourself for the moment?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 6, 2011 20:06:01 GMT -8
Misto paused, ear flickering again. "No, I'm fine, but thank you." He paused for a moment, poking the toast with a fork, considering. "I don't mind making breakfast or the like. I'm certainly not a cook like you are, but I like it well enough, and it would be nice to do a favor."
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Post by sybbil on Mar 6, 2011 21:29:37 GMT -8
Fred relaxed into an easy smile. "I'll get the plates. There should be some orange juice in the icebox as well. Fatso - Oxford should be down any...ah, there's the pitter-patter of his feet." The pitter-patter was more of a stampeding herd of buffalo, as the large white cat stomped down the stairs into the kitchen.
Ox plunked down at the table, and stared morosely at it.
Fred sighed and turned to Mistoffelees. "Is the coffee done?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 6, 2011 21:35:46 GMT -8
Misto blinked at the appearance of Ox, but also the nicknames he was being called. Silently he poured the cup of coffee, setting it in front of him on the table before glancing back toward Fred. "Which tea would you like?" he asked softly, watching Ox out of the corner of his eye, a bit warily.
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Post by sybbil on Mar 6, 2011 22:25:42 GMT -8
There was an indecipherable mumble from the bleary-eyed tom at the table and Fred chuckled dryly. "A cup of coffee. He won't be awake without it. A word of advice, he'll refuse to drink the tea. Mother liked it so much that he got sick of it."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 6, 2011 22:28:18 GMT -8
Misto pushed the cup of coffee a bit more toward the white mount of tom. "Oh, don't worry, I'm never offering somecat tea again unless they ask for it."
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Post by sybbil on Mar 6, 2011 23:32:15 GMT -8
Fred raised an eyebrow, but did not say anything to that last comment. He was sure there was a story there and he would hopefully find it out at some point in the future. Turning back to pour his own tea, his ears perked at the sound of the last occupant of the house descending the stairs.
Maggie couldn't believe that she hadn't been able to find a single hair ribbon that matched her mood today. She had finally just given up, pinned up her hair, and clattered down the stairs to find her uncles and Mr. Mistoffelees all in the kitchen already. She accepted a cup of tea from Fred. "Good morning all, anything I can help with?"
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