Nolan Home for Wayward Refugees, 33 Apocalypse, Saturday Morning

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan knew full well what day it was. In fact, he'd made sure to get up early and start cooking, just in case. Hey, if he didn't have any kids show up, he could always share the food with kids of people who had.

Anyone walking by 33 Apocalypse on Saturday morning, though, would see a new sign affixed near the front door:

Nolan Home for Wayward Refugees

Scrawled underneath was:

and Temporally Displaced Children
All Welcome

Anyone hungry? There's bacon, eggs, sausage, toast, fried potatoes, fried tomatoes, and waffles. Lots and lots of waffles. And, with the open door, the scent was probably drifting out into the street.

[Open for Ronan's kids, visitors, other people's kids, and anyone else who wants some breakfast.]

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[nolan-kidlets.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but which one's which?" Peach asked.

Caled rolled his eyes and pushed around his ersatz brother. "I'm Caled, he's Peach, we're hungry. Our portal had a layover in IKEA. IKEA. And neither of us had local currency for meatballs."

Sighing, Peach followed Caled inside. "Yeah, and whose fault is that? You're the one who spent it in video game world."

"Yeah, but I-"

"On Tetris."

"Tetris is awesome!"

[not_in_the_book]

"I think I can manage to feed both of you," Ronan assured them, laughing a bit. "C'mon, sit down, and I'll dish you out some plates."

Whoever decided to throw these two together? Genius or madness. Ronan wasn't sure which.

"And I'll see about meatballs for supper."