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.
__
[OOC: For Bridge, and up early for great 'timezones and workschedules suck' justice.]

Comments

[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.

[needsaparrot]

"I mean," Xander calls back over his shoulder, "You'd give me that look."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I have a look?"

[needsaparrot]

"That Oh Em Gee I am so sad and disappointed in you look!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Oh, *that* look. Well. You should know better than to offer non-buttery toast."

[needsaparrot]

"I do. That would be my point." That would be Xander getting butter from the fridge, and putting bread in the toaster.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"And that's why you deserve the plaque I made," Bridge says with a grin.

[needsaparrot]

"The one that says World's Best Bowler?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"..."

[needsaparrot]

"What?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge just crosses his arms and rolls his eyes at Xander. "*Not* that one. I didn't even make that one!"

[needsaparrot]

"...Huh. I wonder who made that one?" He doesn't have one that says World's Best Bowler.