MCA0, Saturday morning

[needsaparrot]

There is a lump under the covers. It's vaguely Xander-shaped, but that is of course no guarantee that it actually is Xander, all tuckered out from...uh. Working. Yes. The day before yesterday. And the oh so exhausting reading of e-mail.

It might not be him. It could be pillows, or a pile of sleepy gremlins, or, hey, it could be a giant puppet-Xander made out of Xander's clothes with a lot of twinkies for filling and a stuffed frog for a head.

Or it could just be Xander with a stuffed frog on his head.
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[OOC: For Bridge, and up early for great 'timezones and workschedules suck' justice.]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Kind of attached to it myself," Bridge admits.

[needsaparrot]

"Well, yeah." Xander tugs lightly on it. "You do seem to be."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Course, to do this thing we may actually have to leave the bed," Bridge points out.

[needsaparrot]

Xander makes a face. The frog falls off his head. "How much do you actually want green hair again?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge just gives Xander a look. "Even if we weren't dying my hair we'd have to get up *eventually*," he points out.

[needsaparrot]

Xander sighs. "True that. Unless you got a lot better at telekinesis."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not so much," Bridge admits, and begins the disentangling-from-Xander part of getting up. Slowly.

[needsaparrot]

Xander tries very hard not to make whiny noises about that. He mostly succeeds.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I can threaten to withhold kisses if you don't get up too," Bridge says. He can threaten. He... probably wouldn't actually follow through on that, though.

[needsaparrot]

"That would be mean." Xander's looking around near the bed for a clean pair of shorts as he says it, mind you.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"And we all know how me and mean go together," Bridge says solemnly, rifling through his bag for his SPD sweats. Because hair dye + uniform = probably a bad idea.

[needsaparrot]

"Breakfast first or after?" Xander asks, now possessed of pantslike items.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

The grumbly noise from Bridge's stomach answers *that* question better than any words could. "Um?"

[needsaparrot]

"Pancakes, waffles, or cereal?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge thinks about this. "Waffles?" he says finally. "With bacon. Not in the waffles. But don't tell my grandparents. Not that you know them."

[needsaparrot]

"When I meet your grandparents I'll totally tell them that the bacon was in the waffles." Xander nods.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge mock glares at Xander. "No telling them about any bacon!"

[needsaparrot]

Xander nods and heads for the kitchen. "'Kay. Got it. No bacon in the waffles. Just ham."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Mean," Bridge grumbles as he follows.

[needsaparrot]

"Toast?" Xander asks, not remotely because he doesn't know the answer.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Is it buttery?" As per usual, there is also a fingerwiggle.

[needsaparrot]

"Well, not yet. I haven't made it yet, therefore it doesn't exist, therefore it's not yet buttery."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Is it *going to be* buttery?"

[needsaparrot]

"Do you seriously think I would make you non-buttery--" fingerwiggle around the edge of the doorframe "--toast?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, no," Bridge admits sheepishly.