vanillajello | Overland Park, KS, Monday FT

It was Sunday morning in Overland Park, even if many a person inside this particular house on Oak Avenue thought it was actually Monday morning. They could probably all agree that it was morning, though. And maybe that last night had been fun.

And as far as their darling hostess was concerned, it had been a success. Kate was thrilled that people had shown up, even if it hadn't stopped being weird to see them all actually in her house. In Kansas. It was trippy, and not just because she'd gotten a little tipsy over the course of the evening. But it had made her so damn happy, and she would have probably tried insisting on staying up all night if Bod hadn't half carried her to bed after she'd started nodding off on the couch.

Things had eventually quieted down, yes, and a comfortable place to sleep had been found for all those who'd stayed over, whether in beds or on mattresses hauled over from the house next door. And now it was morning. Kate was still completely out of it, upstairs in her and Bod's bedroom (formerly her parents' room), of course, but the smell of coffee and crisp bacon was already drifting through the house. And that could only mean one thing:

Marshall was a good person.

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Marshall was in the kitchen, yes, making coffee and unnecessarily fancy breakfast things.

He was like that.

Coffee. Bacon.

It was two of the three food groups that Emma tended to live off of, being a college student and all that.

She was just going to grab some coffee, sit down, and would be verbal by the third cup if people were lucky.

There were weird Portuguese sausages, too! And random fancy-looking fruit things. Not just basic student fare, then.

"Good morning," Marshall said, glancing up with a wry little smile. "Feeling alive?"

<< Not generally a morning person, >> Emma shared, drinking practically half the pot in one go. << I was wondering how Kate was managing not to starve to death without the school cafeteria. >>

Hopefully Kate had warned the boy? Eh. Emma needed more caffeine before she could start to care about things.

Well, it was one thing to be warned of something, and another thing entirely to be faced with it for real. Like the difference between being told to half expect a Viking vampire at the door, and actually coming face to face with him.

(Well, face to chest: Marshall was not the tallest kid.)

To his credit, he only faltered a little at a voice in his head. "Well, uh, she's actually a better cook than people give her credit for."

People could generally be forgiven for coming face-to-chest with Eric. He was a disgustingly tall Viking with a taste for tight clothing. It happened.

<< That doesn't mitigate the fact she can be lazy as fuck, and every teenage girl loves take-out because it means less dishes to wash, >> Emma pointed out, barely breathing before grabbing one of those fancy sausages. << Or maybe that's just me. >>

<< These are fantastic, darling, by the way. >>

"It's linguiça," Marshall said with a small smile. It was something Kate had reacted to with 'that's some weird sausage, bro', so it was nice that it was appreciated. "I don't know, I think she might be slowly growing out of the fast food only phase."

Oh, he was such a good person. "Oh my God, you are amazing." And he was getting told as much, because headache or no headache, Angela was like that.

"Unless you're doing that to taunt us with the good smells, then hording it all. In which case, I take it all back."

Don't ask how she was so awake. It was weird and she knew it.

Well, considering what usually passed for weird in this house, it just seemed refreshingly eccentric to Marshall.

"No, no, it's for sharing," he assured her with a brief smile. "I just thought... it might be appreciated. And I didn't feel that sleepy."

"I think I'd be like that if there was a load of strangers in my house," she said gesturing vaguely to encompass... well, all of them. It wasn't exactly restful.

"What is all this?" It all looked way fancier than the pop-tarts she'd lived off for breakfast for the longest time.

Living room/Kate's old room/upstairs hallway/wherever.

You did pass out somewhere sensible, didn't you?

Well, Bod didn't pass out but he was asleep next to Kate still. A part of his brain was registering the scents from downstairs so he knew someone was up and cooking but he didn't want to get up quite yet. Even if he hadn't passed out, he was very comfortable and very warm right now.

Yeah, Kate was still out cold and snuggled up against Bod's side.

All the scent of coffee did was make her sigh and cling more. Don't question it, it was just how she worked.

Well, that wasn't going to make getting up any easier for Bod. He figured Marshall would save some food and coffee for them if they woke up a little later than everyone else. Sure, that might be a bad hostess thing to do but --

-- he was so comfortable. He didn't want to get up yet.

And Kate was not going to be shoving him out of bed anytime soon. That would've required waking up, and it was possible she already knew on some subconscious level that waking up was likely to be followed very swiftly by a headache. So, no thanks.

Maybe he didn't need to get up yet. Maybe he needed to accept that.

He was accepting that! He hadn't moved to get up nor had he tried to move her away from him. Her influence was bleeding onto him because he was choosing sleep over starting the day.

The day would be there later.

Mitchell woke up on the sofa with a crick in his back, a half-empty bottle of beer by his foot, and at least - he guessed - two worried voicemails from George on his phone.

He ignored the latter in favor of digging into the former. Really, as far as his history went, this was a civilized way to wake up.

Bit of Japanese class SP from me a little later, but otherwise I'm arooound. Also I loved everything about yesterday, guys, thank you.

♥

Overland Park, KS, Monday FT

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