MCA #0 ... most of the day.

[needsaparrot]

Xander rolled out of bed this morning completely unaware of any weirdness of the day, though it being Fandom he was sure there was some, somewhere. He wasn't really trying to guess what, though; instead he was pondering (by way of hands-on experimentation) one of life's eternal questions: is it really evil to cheat at pancakes? Does making the batter yourself make them taste better?
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[OOC: Stupid timezones. There's a morning thread for a specific weeperson, and an afternoon thread open for anybody else who might have reason to toddle by.]

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Morning

[needsaparrot]

Mmm, non-cheaty pancakes.

Re: Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

It takes a while, because he's kinda tiny, but eventually Bridge reaches his destination: XANDER'S 'partment. Knock, knock, knock on the door.

Re: Morning

[needsaparrot]

Xander's got a plate of very hot and totally non-round pancakes to set down and a burner to turn off before he can get to the door, but get there he does.

"H--uh?" Because there's nobody there - at least, nobody in his usual height-range for people who show up at his door.

Re: Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

There is, however, someone in a weetiny height range that launches himself at Xander- or- okay, Xander's *knees*.

"Hi," he says quietly.

Re: Morning

[needsaparrot]

Just for a second, Xander thinks maybe... and then he looks down and no. But... ohhh. "Hi, you."

Re: Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I woked up and I was all 'lone," Bridge says to Xander's knees. "No Anders and no Xanders. Well there was Mac and PC and Cammoll'sc and RIC but they's not peoples. But I didn't tell them that cause then they'd be sad. So I came'd here instead cause I didn't wanna be by myself anymore."

Re: Morning

[needsaparrot]

"All the way across town, all by yourself?" Because okay, yeah, Fandom does seem to have a way of looking out for idiots, drunks, and tiny children, but that doesn't mean Xander can't retroactively worry.

Re: Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I know the way," Bridge says with a frown.

Re: Morning

[needsaparrot]

"Yeah, I know you do, but it's an awful long way to walk all alone."

Re: Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't 'lone, I had Tedgiraffe," Bridge insists. Completely ignoring the fact that he'd just *said* he was all by himself.

Re: Morning

[needsaparrot]

Xander crouches down to get a better look. "Oh, yeah. Well, that's different, then."

Re: Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I thought so!" Bridge agrees with a nod. He thinks about something for a moment, before holding his arms out in the universal 'plz pick me up now' gesture.

Re: Morning

[needsaparrot]

Yeah, that's pretty much un-disobeyable. "Xander scoops up Bridge and Tedgiraffe, and carries them into the apartment. "You want pancakes? They're totally non-cheaty."

Re: Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah!" Bridge smiles. "I didn't have breakfasts yet, I camed here first thing cause I missed you."

Re: Morning

[needsaparrot]

Wow, it's a good thing he's not like this very often, or Xander would be totally wrapped around his little, little finger.

Unlike other times, la.

"I missed you too." It's been seven years since he's seen Bridge like this, after all. Xander hugs him close for a second, then carries him into the kitchen. "Blueberry or chocolate chip?"

Re: Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge thinks very, very hard about this. "...Both?" he says uncertainly, unable to decide.

Re: Morning

[needsaparrot]

Xander laughs. "We can do that." Without setting Bridge down, he grabs an empty plate and does a not-too-shabby one-handed job of transferring to it an ovalish blueberry pancake and a chocolate chip one shaped like the head of several different cartoon mices. Which would probably be cooler if he'd intended to make it look like that.

Re: Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Good job," Bridge says approvingly. "Choc'late and berries is balanced."

Re: Morning

[needsaparrot]

Xander puts the plate on the table, where there's already silverware. Which, okay, had been meant for him, but it's not like he can't grab more.

"There's juice too, but I kinda need to put you and Tedgiraffe down to pour you some," he says.

Re: Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...Kay," Bridge says. "If you gotta."

Re: Morning

[needsaparrot]

"It could be on a chair," Xander points out, doing that, somehow, despite the sad face. "In front of some pancakes."

Re: Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You're gonna sit down too, right? After you gets the juice?" Bridge asks. What? Never hurts to check.

Re: Morning

[needsaparrot]

Xander grabs two glasses, a plate and some silverware for himself, and dials up some juice, before bringing it all over to the table. "Yup. I mean, I could eat standing up, but then I'd spill maple syrple all over myself."

Re: Morning

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge giggles at that. "You are very silly," he informs Xander, before taking a big sip of juice.

Re: Morning

[needsaparrot]

"I try," Xander says. "I trained for the Silly Olympics one year, but they disqualified me on account of I remembered to show up for the game."

Afternoon

[needsaparrot]

Aside from the replicator issue, there's doughnuts, Twinkies, and several kinds of marshmallow-containing cereal, none of which were specifically stocked for small people because have we met the occupant of this apartment?

Re: Afternoon

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn had wandered away from Buffy and was now a bit lost, but she thought Xander lived in one of these apartments. So, she started at the bottom and was working her way up. Knock, knock, knock.

Re: Afternoon

[needsaparrot]

By this time, Xander had an idea what was up when he heard not-quite-adult-sized knocking coming from the door, so he went over and opened it.

"...Hey, Dawnie." That'd be one face he didn't have to guess at.

Re: Afternoon

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Xander!" Dawn hugged him, "I got lost. Don't tell Buffy." Because of course Buffy wouldn't notice Dawn was missing on her own. Yup.

Re: Afternoon

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Hi Dawn!" Bridge comes up beside Xander and gives Dawn a tiny wave. He figures sharing Xander with *Dawn* is okay, so he doesn't frown at the hug.

Re: Afternoon

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Hi Bridge," Dawn smiled at him, but didn't let go of Xander, even if she did beam up at him afterwards. Because, well, crushes had to start somewhere. "You're not gonna tell, right?"

Re: Afternoon

[needsaparrot]

"I think she might figure it out, somehow." Xander shut the door and made an attempt at moving towards the living room. "Um. Is Buffy big? Or little?" he asked, fairly sure that no matter what the answer was, he was gong to get called some variation on 'silly' for asking.

Re: Afternoon

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"She's big," Dawn let go of Xander and stretched both her hands over her head and stood on her tiptoes to demonstrate how tall Buffy was, "Isn't she supposed to be?"

Re: Afternoon

[needsaparrot]

Xander remembered - both from years ago and his recent refresher course - how sensemaking it had seemed at the time, that some people were big and some weren't, so he just nodded to Dawn. "Well, even Buffy's little to me, y'know."

Re: Afternoon

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"'t's 'cause you're so tall," she tipped her head way back to see his face, "Buffy's big, but not big big like you. You're very tall, dark and handsome."

Which was a phrase she'd heard somewhere, and seriously, WTF, Dawn?

Re: Afternoon

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge isn't quite sure *why*, because he's only five and really has no idea what that phrase is supposed to mean, but *now* he's frowning at Dawn. A little. He tugs on Xander's hand and tries to pull him back to the living room.

Re: Afternoon

[needsaparrot]

Xander uses the other one to facepalm. Just a little. "Hey, there's snacks in front of the tv, guys..."

Re: Afternoon

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"What're we watching?" Dawn asked, following him into the apartment.

Re: Afternoon

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"*Old* TV," Bridge says seriously. Never mind that his weetiny self isn't that much older than his *actual* self would be, in this time, so it's really the same television shows he watched growing up.

Re: Afternoon

[needsaparrot]

"I think Itchy and Scratchy's on next," Xander says, making a bit of a face.

Re: Afternoon

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn made a face. "That's gross."

Re: Afternoon

[needsaparrot]

"Kinda, yeah." Xander heads over to the DVD rack. "I've got Automobiles..."

Re: Afternoon

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Ooh, I haven't seen that yet," she bounced on her toes, "Can we?"

Re: Afternoon

[needsaparrot]

Neither have I! Xander nodded. "Sure. There's popcorn...and Twinkies...and doughnuts... on the coffee table, too."

Look, when he actually has a kid, he will not do this. But for something he's pretty sure will only last a weekend?

"Also cranberry juice. So it's balanced."

Re: Afternoon

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge raises his hand.

Re: Afternoon

[needsaparrot]

"Yes?" Xander asks, trying to look serious. "You in the front?"

Re: Afternoon

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Can we have choc'late milk too?" Bridge asks. "And can I sit next to you onna couch?"

Re: Afternoon

[needsaparrot]

"I think we could have chocolate milk, yeps," Xander informs him. And goes to get some.

When he returns, he puts three glasses on the coffee table and sits down in the middle of the couch. Because he did not in fact just fall off the turnip truck.