[John takes a seat at the table beside Poe. He slept more last night than he has in days, but he's still tired. This morning's drama killed any chance of him going back to bed, or relaxing, for the rest of the day.
He lays his head on his arms for just a moment, closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and sits up again. That's as much of a recovery as he'll allow himself for now. He glances over at Poe, smiles, and rests his elbows on the table.
The waffles do smell good, in that entirely synthesized, commercial American breakfast sort of way. The last time someone brought a package of Eggo waffles to Atlantis there was a riot.]
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[John takes a seat at the table beside Poe. He slept more last night than he has in days, but he's still tired. This morning's drama killed any chance of him going back to bed, or relaxing, for the rest of the day.
He lays his head on his arms for just a moment, closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and sits up again. That's as much of a recovery as he'll allow himself for now. He glances over at Poe, smiles, and rests his elbows on the table.
The waffles do smell good, in that entirely synthesized, commercial American breakfast sort of way. The last time someone brought a package of Eggo waffles to Atlantis there was a riot.]
Do we have any syrup, chef?