Nolan Home for Wayward Refugees, 33 Apocalypse, Friday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

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!]

Comments

Re: Dinner: Dessert

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"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."

Re: Dinner: Dessert

[not_in_the_book]

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."

Re: Dinner: Dessert

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"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.

Re: Dinner: Dessert

[not_in_the_book]

"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."

Re: Dinner: Dessert

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Maybe a bit. Just not particularly hard," Isabel shrugged, amused at the thought.

Re: Dinner: Dessert

[icecoldfrost]

"He says that like he's not already a delinquent," Emma sighed, helping herself to dessert. "Which we all know is not true."