33 Apocalypse Ave, Friday morning

[existencemisspent]

Eliot stood in the kitchen window, watching the marshmallow snow and enjoying a hot cup of coffee, and wondered if he had a fashionable pair of wellingtons he could wear that wouldn't get too disgusting with sugar smeared all over the bottoms of them.

"Fucking whimsy," he muttered.

The oven timer DING!ed, and he turned to it with a frown. "Margo?" he called. "Did you make a breakfast pizza?"

[I think I'm funny. Mostly to establish his morning pattern, but also can most definitely be open!]

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[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“No?” Margo said, brushing her hair on the way down the stairs. “. . . Wait. Fuck. Yesterday’s leftovers, shit.”

[existencemisspent]

Eliot chuckled. "You are the absolute definition of class as always, Bambi. Shall I pull it out for you?"

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

“Oh please, your own take-out bags are in the fridge,” Margo said. Beat. “But yes. Gimme.”

[existencemisspent]

"You heated it up," Eliot pointed out, amused. He pulled the pizza from the oven and slid it onto a plate before passing it over. "A lesser being would have eaten it cold. Like I said, all class."