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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**Only everyone and anyone,** Annika provided. "Oooo.. bacon!"

"I want-"

"-yes."

"-how much is-?"

"Ew? Fried tomatoes? I don't see HOW you like those, Christiana."

Food, Ronan. Food. Growing psis.

"Aunt Karla, for one. The girl with the dragons. Mr. Wayne, although his head is annoyingly disciplined. Aunt Quinn."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan eyed the three girls for a moment as they dug in... and pulled more bacon out of the fridge.

"Huh. Fandom," he said, shrugging, as he started laying more rashers in the pan. "Every time you think you've got it figured out..."

As the bacon started frying, he opened the fridge again and considered the contents. "Anything else you'd like, ladies?" he asked. "Looks like I'm cooking more anyway."

[tri-psi-lupi.livejournal.com]

"Everything!" they chorused in unison, beaming at him angelically. "We're growing girls!"

[not_in_the_book]

"Well, yes," Ronan agreed, laughing, "but I meant anything specific. Any particular favorites I could do up?"