[John bumps Poe back as he sits, smiling down at his plate. The whole Rodney catastrophe wasn't how he'd imagined their morning after, but it wasn't the worst that could've happened. He's almost in a good mood, once the smell of coffee is stronger than the lingering shame.]
I'd like some. Please and thanks.
[John smears butter onto his waffle, followed by a drizzle of syrup. American style. He doesn't wait for Rodney to sit down before tearing into his breakfast with an uncharacteristic appetite.]
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Date: 2018-03-30 09:19 pm (UTC)I'd like some. Please and thanks.
[John smears butter onto his waffle, followed by a drizzle of syrup. American style. He doesn't wait for Rodney to sit down before tearing into his breakfast with an uncharacteristic appetite.]
Work soon. We're gonna have to dine and dash.