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: After Dinner

[not_in_the_book]

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

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

Re: After Dinner

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Well, there is that. I need new worlds to conquer, though." It wasn't that she didn't like her work, it had just gotten... rather routine, lately.

Re: After Dinner

[not_in_the_book]

"... I'm hoping that's not literal," Ronan said, after a moment. "Or, well. At the very least, I'm hoping it's not overt. You'd probably do quite well running things behind the scene."