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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[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."