MCA0: Sunday Night

[needsaparrot]

This time, Xander didn't get stuck to the couch. He's expecting the boyfriend back, after all, and there's still... well, eight hours or so of Spring Break left. Sort of.

So he spent the evening in the kitchen. There's like, real food. Real "this came from a cow, and next to it is this thing they discovered in the New World called a potato and damn does it all smell good" food.

The only challenge is, well, not eating it before Bridge gets here.

[OOC: For the sparkly-ball-of-light-friend. Oh PR.]

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[needsaparrot]

"Just means more chocolate milk for me." Xander frowns. "Unless - can you drink? Or eat?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so," Bridge says mournfully. Mournfully because, well, "It smells good though."

[needsaparrot]

Xander's stomach decides to voice its agreement. Loudly. "I can make it for you again when you're people-shaped," Xander says.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I love you really a lot," Bridge says fondly.

[needsaparrot]

"It probably doesn't even taste that good," Xander says, kindly. Then, "...Hey, how do you know it smells good? You don't have a nose!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I don't have a mouth either but that doesn't seem to be stopping me," Bridge points out. "And, you know, I can see and hear stuff despite lack of eyes or ears so that would seem to suggest that though my physical body has changed, my senses remain intact." Well, minus his powers. Which was... a little disconcerting. But then again, he didn't have them when he was a ferret, either.

[needsaparrot]

"Hunh." Xander scratches his head thoughtfully and turns towards the kitchen. "I wonder if you can taste stuff."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Can't hurt to try?" Bridge says.

[needsaparrot]

Xander come sout again with a plate in each hand. "Well, there's steak and baked potatoes. And, um, gravy. Which you don't have to chew."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge... hovers over one of the plates, for a few moments. And then actually sets his sparkly self *down* on the plate and rolls over to bump into the steak.

"Nope," he reports mournfully. "Nothing."

[needsaparrot]

"Well, that bites!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Technically I can't, and that's the problem," Bridge points out.

[needsaparrot]

"What about like...chocolate milk? You don't have to bite that."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but how'm I supposed to try drinking it?" Bridge asks skeptically. "I don't know if I float. And I do *not* wanna drown in a glass of chocolate milk, thanks very much."

[needsaparrot]

Xander sighs. "I guess the same goes for ice cream."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," again with the slight dimming of the sparkliness. "This better get fixed soon."

[needsaparrot]

"On the other hand," Xander says, a little alarmed at the dimming, "there's plenty of room on my pillow. And you don't end up sticking your tail up my nose this time."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not very cuddly, though," Bridge points out.

[needsaparrot]

"Well, maybe not. But the glowy thing is pretty."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge laughs a little at that. "Funny, I could say the same thing about you, normally."

[needsaparrot]

Xander looks down, blinking. "It glows? Why did I never notice?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge hovers up off the plate and bumps Xander's shoulder. "Dork," he says. "*All* of you glows. I've mentioned this before, I swear."

[needsaparrot]

"Oh, that glowy thing."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah-huh." Bridge bobs up and down in an approximation of a nod.

[needsaparrot]

Xander frowns. "Wait, you said usually. Am I not glowy now?"