33 Apocalypse Ave, Saturday

[not_in_the_book]

After hearing from Kaidan about the room, Ronan had gone on a little bit of a cleaning spree -- not that the house was messy by any means, but there was always more to do when setting up for a new tenant/roommate/person-thing -- before starting in on the cooking spree.

What? This is Ronan. That's hardly unexpected.

That said, Saturday morning, residents new and old alike -- coming downstairs or moving in for the first time -- would find Ronan in the kitchen, coffee in the French press, rashers of bacon and a huge bowl of scrambled eggs keeping warm in the oven, and pancakes just coming off the stove.

There was a lasagna in the fridge, ready to be baked for dinner, and gazpacho for lunch; on the kitchen table was a bowl full of grape tomatoes, strawberries, and blackberries, for anyone passing through who wanted something to snack on.

Oh, and alcohol. Let's not forget the alcohol.

[Up early for SP! For the housemates, phone calls, etc.]

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[not_in_the_book]

Ronan just grinned and reached for the pitcher of orange juice.

"Want some more?" he asked. "There's more bacon and eggs, too. Or, uh, there's some gazpacho in the fridge, too, if you want lunch later."

[not_a_whiner]

Kaidan just shook his head and chuckled again. "No, thanks," he said. "Well, not to the gazpacho. But you've got enough here to feed a small country, and I'm... thinking maybe I'm not a small country."

[not_in_the_book]

"Yeaaaah." Ronan made a face at himself. "I was planning for Emma and Jack, too. Forgot that they're out of town. I mean, I normally cook large batches anyway, but this is a little much even for me."

[not_a_whiner]

"Maybe there's a soup kitchen, or... something?" Kaidan suggested. "Somewhere we could donate some of this stuff - maybe box it up, I don't know."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan nodded. "That's a good thought. I'll check for anything on the mainland, maybe in Baltimore; easy enough to jump it up there."

Ah, teleport spells. What would he do without them?

[not_a_whiner]

Kaidan was just going to file that in Ronan's mental folder as 'kind of like a Vanguard'.

He knew enough Vanguards.

"Sounds like a plan," Kaidan said, and took another bite of bacon.

[not_in_the_book]

Please, Ronan was so much better than a Vanguard. ... Whatever a Vanguard was. Could Vanguards teleport to the moon?

Ronan leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of orange juice. "You want to come along?" he asked. "Easy enough to jump you up with me. Or do you want to get used to the island a little more before venturing out into the rest of the current century?"

[not_a_whiner]

Vanguard was practically a state of mind. And that state of mind was 'zippy-doo-dah zip zip I'll go where I want! Even if it's on the moon! Or in the middle of an entire group of angry krogan!'

So Ronan qualified.

"I've got to unpack, call some people," Kaidan replied. "Alliance is probably expecting a report sometime soon. I'll have to check out the mainland some other time."