Drinking cinnamon coffee, or decaffeinated tea.

[seestheman]

WHO | Clara and OPEN
WHAT | The first meeting of Clara's breakfast club.
WHEN | Present time.
WHERE | District 10's suite
WARNINGS/NOTES | None right now, will add any if they crop up!


Clara's been meaning to do this for a couple months now, round up her collective of friends/various adopted kids/Districtmates and have breakfast. After waking up far earlier than she has in weeks and shooing a couple Avoxes out of the kitchen, she sets to work, getting the prep stuff out of the way and organizing all the various ingredients on the counter so she can knock out each dish as she goes.

Depending on when they wake up, residents of 10 will most likely smell something cooking, whether it be hashbrowns, scrambled eggs, a variety of breakfast meats, or other breakfast staples. The sight that will meet anyone who comes into the kitchen is one of organized chaos (that will most likely devolve into something much more unorganized as more people join in the food-fray).

Comments

[seestheman]

"You mean you didn't hear the Beggin' Strips commercial in your head yelling 'It's bacon?'" That disappointment is mostly a joke. Mostly. Though, she had figured that, if there way any way to lure Loki up here it would be either with bacon or, in a desperate attempt because there's no bacon, sausage.

"Do you usually meander at night?" Her voice is light, trying to come off as more curious than demanding about his nighttime habits as she eats a piece of bacon herself. "I can show you, if you want. It's easy."

She laughs a little bit. "I used to have to wake up earlier," she says, "The joys of motherhood." She pours some pancake batter into a sizzling skillet before glancing at him. "Want bacon pancakes?"

[onedirectiony]

"Basically, yeah," Loki answers. She was right in her thinking. He would be lured in by things like bacon and sausage. Either would do it, but of course he could play favorites. He watches her for a moment.

It's weird for him to learn things like this from people. He's a pretty good cook himself, however, he's never really needed to prepare things for himself. It was part of the perk of being a Prince of Asgard for so much of his life.

"Alright," he said. It'd be good to be able to prepare bacon the way he wanted it, after all. "And I sleep a bit, but my mind moves fast and I always have so much going on that I find myself up and about." Staying put wasn't his favorite activity, after all. As long as he felt rested, then he always felt like the amount of sleep he actually indulged in was of little consequence.

"Bacon pancakes," he said. His voice drifts off. It was the first time he had really ever heard of it, and he sounded as though he just found the meaning of all life. "Yes." Was there another answer to that question?

[seestheman]

Though she'd never say it out loud, Clara's more than a little proud that she's figured out how to lure 'her kids' (as she's been hearing them called in various Capitol reports and...she can't exactly bring herself to contest it) in if she wants to. For Loki it's breakfast meat. And she's completely unashamed to use bribery if she has to.

"Honestly, I'm a little shocked," she says, as she grabs the pancake batter. "I don't know why, you don't exactly seem like the type to sleep until three in the afternoon, and yet," she shrugs as she turns on the burner the griddle's sitting on top of.

In truth, she can't help but feel a little smug that he's unaware of bacon pancakes. They're a relic of her past, in a way. Something she used to make in college and in her twenties when it was just her and Alex in their dinky little starter apartment. As much as she loves David and being a mother, sometimes she can't help but feel like life would be easier if it was like it was in her early twenties (and then she feels like a terrible person for thinking that). "Well then, prepare to have your mind blown," she says as she pours what could best be described as a streak of batter on the hot surface.

[onedirectiony]

Loki wouldn't ever consider it bribery if it ever came to that, of course. He'd consider it his own idea, and it just so happened that what Clara gave him was a fair payment for what he did.

"I accidentally acted the teenage part too well," he said. It sounded like a bit of a joke, really. He didn't mind what she thought of him, and if she did - he was sure that others did, too. It worked for him - to have them believe that he was just another teen trapped in this.

He watched her as she prepared the bacon pancakes. "You know, few things now could blow my mind, but this...could be it."