vanillajello: (Our house in the middle of our street.)
Kate Gregson ([personal profile] vanillajello) wrote2012-04-23 03:18 pm

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.

[wee ocd up!]

Re: The Kitchen!

[identity profile] eyelidkisses.livejournal.com 2012-04-23 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
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?"
icecoldfrost: (coffee addict)

Re: The Kitchen!

[personal profile] icecoldfrost 2012-04-23 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
<< 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.

Re: The Kitchen!

[identity profile] eyelidkisses.livejournal.com 2012-04-23 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
icecoldfrost: (all your kings and queens)

Re: The Kitchen!

[personal profile] icecoldfrost 2012-04-23 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
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. >>

Re: The Kitchen!

[identity profile] eyelidkisses.livejournal.com 2012-04-23 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's linguiƧa," 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."