savetheearth | Mission - Pancakes / Backdated to the morning of April 3rd

Who: Tony and anyone awake at Willow Ridge after the Kidnapping Incident
What: Demon be hungry, so that means pancakes for all.
Where: Willow Ridge kitchen
When: Morning of April 3rd, after Nathan's rescue
Warnings: Possibly some recollections of violence, but otherwise only pancakes. Maybe eggs. We'll see.

Dressed in jeans and a light T-shit, one could almost forget just the night before he'd been barely able to walk under his own power and bleeding all over himself. Quite the change, though watching closely it was still evident Tony was a little tender and sore. Moving stiff and careful while he cooked.

As it turned out, healing was hungry business. Fortunately Willow Ridge was equipped with a well enough stocked kitchen, and Tony with a little skill instilled by Hajime. Despite his best efforts, he still couldn't really use chopsticks with any kind of efficiency. Fortunately pancakes only required a spatula.

Stacks of them, in fact. The first attempts, under-cooked or over had already been eaten, but now he was on a roll. Why not ask him why he's cooked so much, or join in to help devour the abundance? Surely, he figured, the others would wake soon and they'd be hungry as well. Though likely Tony was far over-estimating their hunger by comparing it to his own.

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He blinks, almost as though confused. Concern for his well-being in this domestic situation is unusual for him. He sits back down, silently. He isn't even consciously trying to do it silently; it just happens.

"I'm not hurt much. I feel okay. You're in worse shape."

Physically. Emotionally is another matter entirely, but Nathan isn't feeling much of anything that way right now. A problem in and of itself, but eventually it will rectify. His feelings will switch back on at some point. Later.

"I'm really not," Misa assures him, shaking her head and then wincing. Bad idea. "I'm sure I look worse than I feel."

Which isn't the most pleasant of thoughts, but whatever. She takes a gulp from her orange juice, eager to rehydrate as Nathan suggested.

"It's a good thing, if so."

How tactful of you, Nathan. But the simple truth of the matter is that Misa looks awful. In comparison, Nathan looks essentially as he always does. Which while not precisely a good thing, is better than any alternative the previous night could have provided.

Wow rude, Nathan. Misa gives him a bit of a glare, but she can't maintain it for long. He probably didn't mean it maliciously. Still, she makes a mental note to never again show her face without makeup on when he's around.

"I'll get cleaned up after pancakes," she mutters sourly.

He blinks at the glare, uncomprehending. His intention is the furthest thing from malicious; she looks terrible, and he hopes she doesn't feel that way. It's innocent concern.

"It isn't anything to be ashamed of. It was . . . a difficult night."

You could cut the tension with a knife over here, concerned things might get even more awkward Tony casually infiltrates by shoving a plate of pancakes at Misa, and sliding the offered syrup flavors in her direction.

"Maple, blueberry, or strawberry?"

He understands very well why Nathan's acting like he is, but isn't going to bring it up and embarrass him. He'll talk to Misa later.

Misa blinks as a plate of pancakes materializes before her very eyes. My the boys are being helpful today...

"Uh, strawberry, please," she says, reaching mechanically for a fork. "Anyway, I wouldn't usually come out of my room looking like this."

Nathan is still very much oblivious to the fact that he's said anything wrong. He means well, but sometimes what he actually says sounds very rude. If nobody calls him on it, it will generally continue unless he somehow clues in himself. This is not a thing that can be counted on.

"It's fine."

Right, pancakes. He should eat, now that he's done making sure Misa is taking steps to alleviate her hangover. He picks up a fork himself, cuts into the top of his stack.

Magic! Pancake magic. Idly Tony slops more syrup than is strictly necessary but healing like this gives him a massive carbs and sweets tooth, which of course he's projecting on to everyone else.

"S'fine, I don't think anyone 'round here minds. Rough night and all."

Very rough. Does he need to stay and continue looking after you two or can he eat his own pancakes now?

"I'm surprised everyone is up," Misa says conversationally, cutting herself a bite. Of course, she did sleep in later than usual. She might have gotten dressed or at least made some attempt at looking presentable had she known that so many people would be in the kitchen, but she certainly doesn't care enough to change now. What's a pantless breakfast among criminal consorts?

"I suppose we could all only sleep for so long. And perhaps some of us require less than others."

Nathan had actually slept well, if virtually passing out still counts as sleeping. He's fairly rested, all things considered. Yet still worn-out enough to not even register much about Misa's state of dress. He would probably be acting awkward in a bit of a different fashion had he really noticed she isn't wearing pants.

"Mm, hungry," Tony offers needlessly. Obviously Tony, why else would you be up and about making enough pancakes to feed a small army? But he figures that's a good enough reason to be up so early.

Come on, Misa, once you've been witness to both fraud and probable homicide (even if it was of a man made of feathers), why not round it off with a little pantless breakfast?

Since he doesn't have much else to offer, Tony's content to leave the other two alone. Pancakes fix everything!

That much is quite obvious. The pace at which Tony is shoveling them down is a little impressive, and also a little disgusting. Misa tries not to focus on him as she meticulously cuts herself small bites, eating at a much more sedate pace. The pancakes are good, though.

"I'm glad if everyone slept well."

She certainly wouldn't have been able to drift off without a little help, after all that happened.

She might be eating at a more sedate pace than Tony, but she can't match Nathan for outright meticulous neatness in this department. It's all so precise, he'd drizzled the syrup on so carefully, that it almost looks surreal. Especially when one considers that he's sitting there in baggy clothes and that his hair isn't combed. He can look sloppy, but his food needs to be tidy.

"Tension breaking after approximately two weeks of accumulated stress and lack of sleep lends itself well to that."

Okay, he doesn't sound the least bit like a normal person, but at least he's not accidentally insulting her appearance anymore?

"It's been going on that long?" Misa asks, a little surprised. She hadn't been aware of any details, and hadn't realized how much the situation had been weighing on him. "I guess... the way it happened was terrible, but I guess it's good that it's finally over."

"Since the seventeenth."

For him, anyway. Tony and Lazarus hadn't gotten involved until a few days later, after Nathan had analyzed the virus the double had tried to get onto the school's computers. So in retrospect, all those long hours Nathan had been working over that span may begin to make more sense. He didn't sleep much because he couldn't. He'd been too worried over what might happen.

"It's good that it's over. Bad that it ended the way it did."

She'll get no argument from him on that point.

Quiet pancake eating ensues. Misa hopes she isn't being too insensitive. Then again, considering Nathan's track-record with saying unfortunate things, she probably doesn't have to worry too much.

"At least now you can get some sleep, and don't have to be working all night."

He has no problem with quiet. Quiet is good. He knows how to do that. All the quiet pancake eating over here.

"Yes."

Mission - Pancakes / Backdated to the morning of April 3rd

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