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

[oncedevil]

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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[dead_black_eyes]

He winces as she slips; that was not his intention, but it looks like it would haev hurt if she'd actually fallen. Fortunately, she catches herself, and all is well in that regard. Before he can apologize or help her up, however, she's reaching for her orange juice and splashing it into his face.

He blinks the citrus away from his eyes, stunned and staring as bright yellow drips from his face and hair.

[lovesickkiller]

Misa stares right back at him, arm still raised with her now empty cup. An awkward silence descends over the kitchen now that things are no longer escalating. That was... maybe a little bit silly and childish... but he started it!

"Uhm..."

She doesn't have anything to follow that up with. A 'sorry' is maybe in order, but she isn't sorry so much as she is embarrassed about everything that has transpired over the past 10 minutes. Slowly, Misa puts the glass back on the table, obviously uncertain what to do with herself.

"We should... shower..."

[dead_black_eyes]

It was incredibly silly and childish. He turns his head slowly toward her, face settled between something shocked and sour.

"Oh, so now you have no problem getting wet," he grumbles, reaching for a napkin and mopping the juice from his cheeks.

[lovesickkiller]

His expression shames Misa quite effectively, but not so much so that she is actually going to apologize.

"You should be happy for an excuse to shower again," she mutters under her breath. He does so seem to enjoy those.

[dead_black_eyes]

He doesn't want or expect an apology, fortunately. Just to get clean.

"Ha ha. I could have gotten you a lot wetter, you know," he says, pointedly indicating the half-empty glass of water he'd only partly trickled onto her toes.

[lovesickkiller]

That prompts a threatening glance around the room as if daring anyone to comment on his phrasing.

"Or you could have used your brain and not gotten me sticky or wet in the first place!"

[oncedevil]

And over where he's been pretending to not notice any of this Tony lets out an extremely undignified snort-laugh and has to excuse himself before Misa kills him.

[dead_black_eyes]

"It's your own fault, you were trying to put it in my mouth!" he insists, glancing up sharply at Tony's snort.

"Get back here, what's funny?" he demands.

[lovesickkiller]

Tony you are a dead man!! Misa communicates as much as she grabs one of the many, many leftover pancakes and chucks it at his head on the way out.

"Nothing, just stop talking!"

[oncedevil]

In an astounding display of reflexes and an unwillingness to allow food to go to waste he catches the projectile pancake, stuffs it in his mouth, and shoots a peace sign back at the both of them as he continues absconding away. FREEDOM.

[dead_black_eyes]

Well, at least the pancake got eaten. Tony's a human garbage disposal where Lazarus, unfortunately, probably wastes more food than he eats. It goes the same way as a hell of a lot of hot water in this place.

"Stop talking? That's real specific."

[lovesickkiller]

God damn it Tony. Rubbing her temples. Her headache is flaring up something fierce and Misa is just about ready to turn to day-drinking to relieve it.

"I am not going to explain innuendo to you."

[dead_black_eyes]

Something seems to occur to him for the first time ever.

"'In-you'-endo..."

[lovesickkiller]

... Why? Misa stares at Lazarus long and hard, before moving to leave the room. She cannot even with you right now. She does not seem intent on helping to clean up that mess they've made, either.

[dead_black_eyes]

Lazarus makes no immediate move to follow her, just mouths it to himself a few more times before he cracks a slight, nervous smile.

"Tony, hey Tony...? That was funny, right? Because it sounds like...?"

[oncedevil]

Now that Misa has left Tony sneaks back in, he wasn't done eating his weight in pancakes thank you very much.

Just in time to catch L's question. He cracks a grin.

"That was good, real good. She's just tense."

He's giggling as he collects more pancakes to shovel into his gob.

[dead_black_eyes]

"She's tense a lot, but... can you believe that people say I have no sense of humor, or a poor one? Words that sound like other words are objectively very funny and now that I've solved it, maybe I'll try stand-up sometime."

[oncedevil]

"You? No sense of humor? Well they just don't understand if you ask me," Already dishing himself up another plate of pancakes. So many pancakes. Tony chuckles softly. "I dunno if I'd go putting all my chips on your new career choice just yet. Maybe practice a little more first."

[dead_black_eyes]

"So many people don't understand," Lazarus says, sounding minorly overwhelmed as Tony goes for more pancakes. "So you're probably right. I'll hold off and focus on what I know I'm good at while the world needs me to. All of us probably should before picking up idle hobbies."

[oncedevil]

Are you okay, L? He can't help it, it takes a lot of energy to heal up like he does. And since this one didn't knock him down completely he's taking advantage of a quick refuel. "Heh, so, you're saying I should improve my coffee making skills?"

Says the bodyguard who just did a pretty decent job.

[dead_black_eyes]

He's fine, just tired and entertaining notions of... well, entertaining. As anyone who knows L is well aware, that's probably not his calling, and he knows it himself.

"I'm saying that you should maybe up the quantity, but otherwise your coffee making skills are fine. You learned from the best, didn't you?"

[oncedevil]

"Heh, yeah I suppose I did. Quantity, huh? You saying my production was low?"

He gestures to the rather impressive pile of pancakes as if to refute that claim. Don't you talk about his work ethic, L, his work ethic is great.

[dead_black_eyes]

"That'd just be rude. You're not a cow," Lazarus reasons. "Help me out and take it the non-offensive way, and we're golden."

He pauses, watching Tony gesture toward the pancakes which have, in fact, been produced to tremendous excess.

"Hey... Tony. When Misa's mad, she doesn't tend to stay that way, but as an outsider, do you think there's a way I could prevent her from getting there in the first place? She's so touchy."

[oncedevil]

Tony pauses, thinking about that, then points the spatula at L. "If I were a cow that could be milked for coffee, I think I'd be pretty damn famous don't you?" Completely missing the point it is Tony. "Take what in what offensive way now?"

Sorry he's cooking, expecting him to follow completely is asking far too much.

"Hm..." He considers that question for a long time. Frowns, mutters to himself, then finally turns back to Lazarus. "I'm sorry to say man but your foot in mouth syndrome is terminal, I think she's just gonna have to learn not to take everything you say personally." L, he loves you, but you are sometimes the worst.

[dead_black_eyes]

Lazarus gives him a perplexed look, because way to miss the point, young man. He blinks and gives his head a brisk shake, disoriented by the strange imagery. "Like a person, and not like livestock...?"

That way, the not-offensive one. He really needs to get better at begging people not to be offended by him.

"So... you're saying this is entirely her fault," he ventures in regards to Misa.