29 CHimera Court, Sunday Morning

[mouthy_merc]

Well...

He wasn't in a hotel room. This was good.

And there was still a husband. And a hungover minion downstairs.

Interesting.

He wanted waffles now. So, he was in the kitchen. Making waffles.

"Mmm, waffly goodness."


[[OOC: Open for folks who might be in the house or stopping by]]

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[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly burst out laughing. "Do I have an Olde Englishe Accente?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"You could be hiding it," Wade replied. "Tricksy like that."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly sighed and spoke in her normal accent. "Not really, see?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"But you do have an accent," Wade replied, mimicking it.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but it's stupid so I don't use it," she said, making a face.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade chuckled. "Could be worse! You could be French. Or Dutch!"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

She stuck her tongue out at him. "I already speak enough languages. Do you really think I need more to play with?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Yes!" Wade was just being a dork now, really. "Because then I can pester you in another language."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Tongue? Still Sticking out at him. But not while she was talking cause ick.

"You can pester me in another language now! Pester, tiny red one! Pester like the wind!"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"I AM NOT TINY!" Wade replied, pouting. //"And what language should I pester in?"// He asked in Arabic.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly rolled her eyes and answered him in Bazhir. //Totally tiny, Pool of Death. And this one is perfectly fine, yes.//

Great how so many languages from her world lined up with earth languages.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

//"Says the woman who is, like, half a foot shorter than me,"// Wade replied in Russian, snickering.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

//I know a language that sounds full of gutturals too. Is yours a Northern, invading sack of reindeer poop also?// Aly asked in Scanran. Which wasn't really Russian at all.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Huh?" Wade asked before continuing in German. //"Why must you be so tricky?"//

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

That one she got as she answered in Sarain, the two languages sounding very similiar. //Because I'm me and if I wasn't, you'd be oh-so-bored?//

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

//"True enough,"// Wade admitted in Italian, stealing one of her waffles.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

//Give it back, thief!// she argued in Yamani and sounding quite a bit like Japanese. //Don't use your silly romantic languages to fool me!//

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Shoving the waffle in his mouth, Wade smirked. Mmm, delicious waffles. //"Make me."// He shot back in Japanese.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

She stuck her tongue out and stole one from part of Waffle Henge. "Nyah."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Not Waffle Henge!" Wade threw a sausage at her. "You cruel woman!"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

She caught the sausage and took a happy bite out of it. "I am, yes. Terribly cruel. just like a person who STOLE my waffle."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

He threw a waffle at her. "There! Now apologize to the druids!"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

The waffle was caught with her other hand and Aly grinned. Double-fisted breakfast.

"I'm sorry, o druids, o cannibals of the great Waffley nation."