vanillajello | Overland Park, KS, Monday Late Morning (August)

Kate thought it had been a pretty good weekend all around. Her family had behaved themselves, no major catastrophy had struck, and there'd been plenty of video games and just generally doing nothing useful or productive whatsoever. ... Except for maybe Kate making sure Luke was properly fed, though she was trying to be subtle about that, because ugh, it was such an Alice thing to do and yet she couldn't help it.

Even right now, the objective was to raid the Gregson fridge for pudding cups, because Kate had posited a grand theory (which she'd made up on the spot) that supposedly showed pudding to be of utmost importance in a healthy breakfast. So, to the house next door they went.

On the way, they came across Max in the yard, leaving for work. He seemed a little frustrated, but then he kind of always seemed to, lately. Kate figured it was something to do with his job this time too, like maybe he'd lost another contract or something. She didn't think on it much, too preoccupied with her phone. She was starting to clue in to the fact that her boyfriend had not answered any of her ~~handwavy~~ texts over the weekend. Not that she'd sent anything important or really requiring an answer, it was just that... usually he replied anyway. She was trying to not start worrying.

And pudding was totally gonna help with that.

"Mommy?" she called out absently, eyes still on her phone, as she and Luke came in and headed for the kitchen. There was no answer, though someone was moving upstairs, and Kate shook her head. "Well, it's not like we need her to open the fridge."

[ooc: NFB, and for the houseguest!]

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"I didn't realize she'd get that into character," Luke said. "Does she always change outfits for her alters like that?"

Kate nodded. "Oh dude, it used to be way worse, too," she said. "I mean, those clothes are probably just some stuff he stole from my dad. They all used to have, like, their own wardrobe, but we got rid of those when we thought they weren't coming back."

Silly Gregsons.

"But yeah. They all kinda have their own style. T's the worst 'cause she keeps stealing my clothes."

"Yeah I could see how that would be annoying," Luke said, his lips quirking into a smile. "Hope you didn't mind me trying to make friends with him."

"I always worry about him punching people he doesn't like." So yeah, she probably didn't mind. "Because he totally beat up my ex once."

"Did your ex deserve it?" he asked.

"Well, my mom saw him shoving me around that day," Kate replied with an eyeroll she couldn't keep back. It felt like that had been approximately a thousand years ago, and it also felt embarrassing that she'd ever let anyone do that to her.

Guess she'd managed to do some growing up. Huh. "So, the general consensus seems to be yes, he's a waste of guyliner who didn't deserve me but totally deserved that. And also, that I used to have really shitty luck with guys."

"He should have been beaten up just for the guyliner," Luke decided. He didn't get why guys did that. Reminded him of Hades.

Kate looked mock affronted. "Hey, I'll have yu know my current boyfriend looks fabulous in guyliner!"

Even if it took a lot cajoling and a very private setting for him to put any on. She waved a hand. "But, if you'd met Ben, you wouldn't have even noticed the eyeliner. He was very into, like... fake Japanese goth stuff. He wore his hair in samurai knots."

Luke lifted his eyebrows. "Were you attracted to the fake Japanese goth stuff?"

"I was young, I didn't know any better!" Kate exclaimed in her own defence, even if she couldn't help laughing a little. "I was a very confused fifteen-year-old."

"I suppose I can forgive that," he said, chuckling. "If it were more recent I'd be questioning your taste."

"Yeah well, after Ben I slept with my creepy manager from the crappy seafood place I worked at," Kate shared, making a face. "So, feel free to judge. I know I'm judging me pretty hard for both of those."

"If it makes you feel any better I've slept with a couple of wood nymphs," Luke shared. "They're really ditzy and talk too much and if you litter they put bugs and stuff in your bed."

And also they were, like, part tree.

"Ew, super hippies." Even without knowing about the tree thing. "Though I bet they're pretty, at least. Manager dude wasn't."

"Yeah, they're kind of nice looking," Luke agreed. "You know, for beings with green skin."

Kate quirked a brow. "Really? That happens outside Oz and... whatever it was that made that one chick Jennifer green?" She really shouldn't have been surprised. "Well, I guess it would be racist to think them ugly for that."

"They'd also probably do horrible things to you if you suggested they weren't anything less than beautiful," Luke told her. "Nymphs are bitchy."

"Well, aren't all pretty people?" Kate asked with a lopsided little smirk sent his way. "You're looking somewhat better than when you showed up, by the way."

"Thanks," he said, looking down at himself. "You keep feeding me."

Busted. Kate exhaled a laugh. "Yeah, well. You need to eat, you looked like crap."

She was from the 'let me take care of you, you fucking idiot' school of mother hens.

"A lot of people have been telling me that lately." Or, well, Percy had been numerous times. "I appreciate you helping, though. I've lost a lot of friends over the last few months."

"Lesser quality friends, obviously," Kate replied with trademark flippancy, though her expression turned wry. "But, you know, I don't have any stake in your war, except you. And I probably owe you a good part of my sanity this year." She shrugged a shoulder. "So, you're totally welcome here."

"Thanks," he said, giving her a smile. "I'll try not to obnoxiously take advantage of that."

"Yeah, I'm sure there's a risk of that happening," she drawled, amused. "'Sides, my mom houses six other people in her head, so I figure I can occasionally put up with an extra one in my home."

Overland Park, KS, Monday Late Morning (August)

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