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Nolan Home for Wayward Refugees, 33 Apocalypse, Friday Evening

The menu finally planned, the guests on their way -- or already arrived, and dinner already cooking, Ronan felt prepared for dinner.

The smells -- and sounds -- coming out of his kitchen were probably enough to make his guests mouth water, but that was, really, par for the course when it came to Ronan. And no, you weren't allowed into the kitchen to help.

[Up early-ish for SP; open to all the Wayward Refugees, OCD on its way!]

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"The dark bacon ones are worth..." Ronan paused to do some mental calculations. "About eighty-three thousand, give or take, depending on the planet you're on and the state of the black market, back in my universe. I mean, not on Earth, obviously, but. Mind you, that's only on planets where chocolate's a controlled substance."

"Almond or pistachio?"

"Sadly no. It's an alien side effect. One sip and I'm pretty much plastered," she explained. "I'd prefer not to embarrass myself too badly."

"Nonsense. I refuse to worry when there's food on the line," Emma quipped, waving a hand. "We can wait out whatever storm hits and still have leftovers."

"The place largely works on a barter system. So you either bring your own food, or you bring food to trade for the art goods. Zero usually takes care of that part," Parker admitting, reaching for her glass and taking a small sip. Licorice-y and sugary and bitter, at the same time. "While people also share other types of goods, they're not the kind I'd want to sample. God knows where they cooked them up."

"We'll have to set you up when you come visit me in Vegas," Isabel offered. "You can take it out to the universe and trade. Get yourself a nice start on your retirement fund."

"Mixed!" Parker made a face and pointed at him. "I heard Jamie was actually teaching, too. I wonder who he killed to get the School Board to let him do that?"

"We didn't," Jack agreed, and studied Ronan over the rim of his glass with concern and amusement mingled in his expression. "Did you have a suggestion about them you wanted to share?"

His curse was too new for him to be comfortable with much more than flirting -- at least, until he knew for sure he couldn't infect his friends. But he wasn't about to give up the flirting.

"Ugh. I'm not visiting you 'til April," Parker decided. "You can come visit me in... God, where am I next week?" She grimaced. "I do kind of need a vacation."

Ronan snorted. "Yeah, I'll skip the 'getting arrested for selling chocolate' thing, thanks," he retorted. "I'm still not certain that Carmela's not behind the recent influx."

"It would be horrible if you did anything unbecoming to your dignity as an almost-married lady," Jack said, with a twitch of his lips.

"And knowing Ronan, there will be a lot of them. It would definitely not be a bad way to spend a weekend," she laughed before gesturing at Emma was carrying. "Do you need any help with that?"

Of course the last time Isabel had seen Emma, she'd been carrying Jack, so more then likely she was capable of carrying some wine bottles, but Isabel's mom had raised her to be polite so she offered.

"Considering some of the teachers they've had, I'm not entirely certain they didn't do it willingly."

It was a valid point! Deadpool was the vice-principal now, after all.

"You're close enough to Tahiti to jet off for a weekend," Isabel pointed out. "Make Jarod take you."

"Of course you're going to have to visit me before April. You need to help me dress shop."

"Oh come on. You know we'd come break you out." Not that she'd have the first clue how to find him. But meh...small problems.

"I could do that. If I can drag him away from his skulls." Parker considered, then grinned at Isabel. "What, you don't have the perfect dress already picked out and on back-order?"

"Mostly that you're welcome to sleep anywhere you're comfortable," Ronan assured him. "Whether the bed is otherwise occupied or not, and whether or not any other... activities... are on the menu."

What? Actually sleeping with someone was nice, too, and Ronan wanted to make sure that Jack knew he wasn't afraid of him, no matter what he might have become.

"Someday I want to be a member of the School Board, so I can randomly trifle with people's lives." A beat. "Oh wait, I already do that."

Isabel couldn't help but snicker. "You mean like the absinthe fueled orgy?"

"Are you trying to make me a delinquent?" Ronan asked, amused. "Maybe I should have you start selling chocolate. Probably harder to trace when you're not from my universe."

"Oh, please, like anything you do is random."

The trifling with people's lives? Uh, duh, of course she did that.

Isabel ducked her head in shame. "I know. I'm falling down on the job. But I've been looking in magazines so I have ideas. But I have to see if those ideas actually work in three dimensions."

Jack sipped his own drink, nodding. "I've had some good experiences trying things that came from god knows where, but it's not something you want to do in the middle of the desert."

Jack smiled, more genuinely. "You're sweet. I'll figure it out after a little more absinthe."

Probably he'd still sleep alone, but it was nice to know he didn't have to.

"For example," Jack said, not missing a beat. "You have to admit, it'd make this a memorable dinner party."

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