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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: 2012-04-01 10:11 pm (UTC)Ronan managed not to break out laughing, but it was a very difficult prospect. "That's... not anyone I would have expected," Ronan admitted. "But I can agree, Hercules is definitely a very loving man."
He had a lot to give! ... As it were.
"So, breakfast?" he reiterated, waving at the table.
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Date: 2012-04-01 10:43 pm (UTC)"I told you not to call me that," Betty grumbled.
"I only do it when you act like it," Pandora pointed out, a twinkle in her eyes.
"Okay fine," Betty said, folding her arms and letting out a huff. "But you can call my dad and let him know I'm here. He can come to me, then."
"Good," Pandora said, heading towards the table.