33 Apocalypse Ave, Saturday Morning

[not_every_mage]

It wasn’t often that Anders was the first out of bed on a weekend, but he’d somehow managed it today. He slipped out of bed without disturbing Dante or Kathy and went for a rambling walk across the icy island, keeping an eye peeled for anything that might work in potions.

He didn’t find any plants worth gathering — he supposed that was too much to expect for February, anyhow — but he did find still-warm croissants at Jeff, GoB’s, and he reckoned that was almost as good. He put the pastries into a basket and started the coffee, enjoying the moment of peace.

[OOC: Open to the housemates. Up early for SP.]

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[rebelseekspizza]

It was a decidedly sleepy-looking Dante who came padding into the living room shortly after Anders came back.

"You're up," he muttered, squinting. "But it's Saturday."

[not_every_mage]

"I'm full of surprises," Anders said, stepping toward Dante for a quick good morning kiss. "And I got croissants."

[rebelseekspizza]

Obviously Anders was getting that good morning kiss before Dante did or said anything else. "Aw, you even went full picnic basket," he said.

[not_every_mage]

"I wouldn't go that far," Anders said, barely pulling back from the kiss. "Wouldn't there have to be fruit for that?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"There's a basket, there's food in the basket," Dante argued.

And kissed him again, because it felt like a waste not to.

[not_every_mage]

"Now I know it doesn't take much to impress you with a picnic," Anders returned.

And kissed Dante yet another time, because he had very nice lips.

[OOC: Sorry for the delay -- Gmail decided I don't need notifications on DW messages. IDEK.]

[rebelseekspizza]

"Hey, I'm easy, everybody knows that," Dante said, sliding an arm around his waist. "'s cold in there without you, you know."

Kathy's feet were freezing. All the time.

[not_every_mage]

"Poor baby," Anders teased. "I'm going to have to warm you up now, aren't I?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Gotta make up for all the ice Kathy left on me this morning," Dante said, ever so seriously. "Those are the rules."

[not_every_mage]

"Don't I get any say on the rules?" Anders pouted playfully.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Nope," Dante said. "You gave that up when you ditched me to Ice Feet Hell."

[not_every_mage]

“Should we start making her wear socks to bed?” Anders wondered. “I’m starting to think there’s something wrong with that girl’s circulation.”

[rebelseekspizza]

"I think it's the California weather thing," Dante said. "They gotta breed them with like, coolant in their veins to deal with that shit."

[spin_kick_snap]

"Everyone's already up?" Kathy asked, shuffling downstairs in a heavy robe and slippers. Her hair was doing decidedly interesting things, at least on one side, and she was still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she groped for the coffee.

[not_every_mage]

"No," Anders said, reaching to tousle that thick mass of hair. "This is a dream. A very boring dream."

[spin_kick_snap]

"Makes more sense than being asleep longer than you and Dante," Kathy said, smiling a little at Anders' hand in her hair. "I don't mind boring dreams anyway."

They so often beat the alternative.

[not_every_mage]

"They're better than some of the other types," Anders said lightly. "And I know, I can't even remember the last time you slept in."

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy yawned and gave him a sweet, sleepy smile. "And I can't remember the last time you were up early," she teased. "Clearly we didn't tire you out enough last night."

[not_every_mage]

"Obviously not," Anders laughed. "I guess we'll need to try harder tonight."

[spin_kick_snap]

"Why wait?" Kathy asked, right before her stomach rumbled. "Okay, I guess that's a compelling reason to wait until after breakfast, at least."

[not_every_mage]

"There are croissants," Anders said, half-disappointed. "And I can make some eggs, I think. If we still have eggs."

[spin_kick_snap]

"Croissants?" Kathy asked, perking up. "I don't suppose you got chocolate ones?"

Kathy was a sucker for chocolate croissants. It was a personal failing. "And eggs?"

Having Anders make her breakfast sounded really, really nice.

[not_every_mage]

"Of course I got chocolate ones," Anders said, indignant. "Who do you think I am?"

He'd let Kathy have the bulk of the chocolate croissants, but that didn't mean he wouldn't claim one.

"And I think I can manage an egg for you," he added, generously. "Maybe even two. How should I cook them?"

[spin_kick_snap]

"I was just checking to make sure you were still the perfect boyfriend," Kathy said. "Other than docking you four points for still not kissing me good morning, I'm pleased to say that you, in fact, remain the perfect boyfriend."

She grinned at him, taking the initiative to grab two chocolate croissants--one for each hand!--and kissing his cheek at the same time. "Umm...fried? Over easy? Please."

[not_every_mage]

“All right, but I need to kiss you good morning before I cook,” Anders said. “I don’t want to lose any more points.”