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not_in_the_bookRonan 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.]
Anyone walking by 33 Apocalypse on Saturday morning, though, would see a new sign affixed near the front door:
Scrawled underneath was:
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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Date: 2012-03-31 01:53 pm (UTC)Whoever decided to throw these two together? Genius or madness. Ronan wasn't sure which.
"And I'll see about meatballs for supper."