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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 6, 2011 23:37:50 GMT -8
Glancing over at her, Misto finished with the toast and glanced toward Fred. "Not, not that I can think of?" he said softly, still unsure. He poured himself a cup of tea though, glancing around at the three before slinking to the farthest seat at the table.
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Post by sybbil on Mar 6, 2011 23:52:08 GMT -8
Maggie nodded and went to pour herself a glass of milk. She took her normal place at the table and sipped slowly.
Fred quickly made four sunny-side up eggs, two to a plate, which he gave to Maggie and Ox, who seemed to be finally waking up after nursing his coffee. He then made scrambled eggs, slicing up toast as he went. Placing several strips of bacon in another pan, he turned to Mistoffelees during his cooking. "Any requests?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 6, 2011 23:58:40 GMT -8
Misto blinked at him, and shook his head, taking a sip of the tea. "No, thank you. Whatever you're making should be perfectly fine."
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Post by sybbil on Mar 7, 2011 0:08:21 GMT -8
Fred smiled, rolling his eyes at Ox who had sniffed loudly at that moment. "Let me rephrase, how do you like your eggs? I make a mean omlette du fromage, scrambled, sunny-side up: your choice out of those for now. I think a trip to the grocery store later might not be amiss..." He gave a look to Maggie who nodded back.
"I can go during my break."
Fred frowned at her, pointing a fork in her direction. "Only if you promise to actually take the rest of the day off, you've been working your paws to the bone for a while and you haven't had time to relax recently. Go find something fun to do or else." Having completed the rather odd threat to his niece, the black and white cat turned back to their house-guest. "So, what'll it be?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 7, 2011 0:11:10 GMT -8
The smaller black cat blinked throughout that entire exchange, unsure how exactly to handle an uncle telling their niece to go have fun or else. It was so far removed from his normal life. "Scrambled?" he offered finally as a choice, actually picking one of the two that required less work. "Thank you."
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Post by sybbil on Mar 7, 2011 1:04:54 GMT -8
"Scrambled it is." With a wink, Fred turned back to the stove just in time to flip the crackling bacon, splitting open two more eggs into a bowl to begin the process of scrambling them.
Maggie ate her sunny-side-ups and bacon heartily, lightly buttering the toast that Ox had handed her from the new pop-up toaster. She turned slightly to Mistoffelees, not quite looking him in the eye. "What does your day look like? We're heading to the Demoniaque as soon as breakfast is over..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 7, 2011 10:59:27 GMT -8
One of his ears flickered, and Misto shrugged slightly. "I don't go in until quite a bit later so I was going to see about... unpacking I guess. Maybe stop by and see if Jerrie was around. He wasn't awake last night and I should try... talking to him."
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Post by sybbil on Mar 7, 2011 13:39:47 GMT -8
Maggie desperately wanted to ask what he needed to talk to this Jerrie about, but not only was it none of her business, at that moment, Fred set down a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of Mistoffelees and Ox held out a piece of toast on another smaller plate.
Fred was sitting down with his own scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon as well, having retrieved a jar from the icebox that contained his favorite mulberry jam. "Go ahead and unpack for the day, make yourself at home. Salt and pepper are on the table." He turned to his brother while reaching for the butter. "Any plans for the menu today?"
Ox humphed. "You know that I never know for sure until I get there, Birdbrain. I thinking about specialty sandwiches for lunch and possibly Bouillabaisse for dinner. I'm in the mood for French food."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 7, 2011 13:55:06 GMT -8
Misto accepted both plates of food with a murmured "Thank you." Eating, he watched the other three, still unsure how to act around any of them.
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Post by sybbil on Mar 9, 2011 1:00:39 GMT -8
Their conversation dissolved into a discussion about the merits of French food and German food in the winter, trading insults and complements back and forth and occasionally asking Mistoffelees' opinion on certain dishes, until Fred checked the small clock on top of one of the cupboards and nearly dropped his fork. "Fishcakes, look at the time. We three had better get going if we want to catch the right bus!" All three surged to their feet almost as one, quickly piling the dishes in the sink and running out of the kitchen.
Maggie popped back into the room, wrapping a scarf around her neck. "Don't worry about the dishes, we'll get them when we get home. Uncle Fred said that there is a extra house key in the drawer to the left of the sink. Don't ask me why it's there, even we don't remember. Just make sure to lock the door when you leave and hopefully we'll see you at work!" Ox's gruff voice called her name, and Maggie jumped. "Oh, for Bast's sake, I'm hurrying! Have a nice day, Mr. Mistoffelees!" She smiled and fled, the front door swung shut while Fred laughed about something that Ox grumbled and the three were gone from the house.
((Exeunt the Trio! They won't be gone for too long... XD ))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Mar 9, 2011 10:24:46 GMT -8
Misto had been sitting quietly, eating what food he had, watching them and only replying when asked a specific question.
Blinking rapidly, he'd risen when they all had, though he moved much more slowly getting his dishes to the sink, blinking just as much when Maggie reappeared. "Thank you," he murmured. "Have a good day yourself." He listened as they all left before going to the sink, running the water and setting the dishes up to be washed. Honestly, beside the fact he figured he owned them favor upon favor, he didn't feel terribly comfortable leaving dishes sitting all day. Humming a little to himself, he finished with them, looking through all the cupboards before he knew where to put them away. Then he started looking for the key.
Once he found that, he puttered back up to his room, figuring out how to actually unpack his two bags into something that looked like his own space. Very carefully, after getting everything else out, he set the carving that Jerrie had given him on top of the chest of drawers, staring at it for a long moment. He really needed to go talk to the other. A few moments later he was pulling on his coat and heading downstairs, locking the door on his way.
[THREAD END... for now]
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