[Rodney continues to busy himself with breakfast, popping two of the waffles out and putting them on the first plate before putting in another two. Turning, he puts a fork on the plate and furrows his brows a little at the two men at the table (or, more specifically, their hands - he still can't bring himself to look at their faces) before putting the plate in front of Poe.
It's only proper manners to serve the guest first.]
Turning back to the toaster, he puts two more waffles on another plate, which he drops in front of John, then puts the butter and syrup on the table as well before popping in more waffles and pouring himself a cup of coffee.]
[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.]
[ Yeah, he's in the nerf hut with this one. Poe sighs under his breath and goes to dress up his waffles, putting on far more butter than they need. There's really nothing he can say to make this whole situation better--probably anything he could say would only make it worse. ]
Yep, shuttle patrol today. [ That, at least, he can smile about. It's not much of a flight, but it's something. ]
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Date: 2018-03-26 02:35 am (UTC)It's only proper manners to serve the guest first.]
No, thank you. You've already done quite enough.
[It's curt, brusque - manners, he might have, but polite is not exactly Rodney's forté.
Turning back to the toaster, he puts two more waffles on another plate, which he drops in front of John, then puts the butter and syrup on the table as well before popping in more waffles and pouring himself a cup of coffee.]
Coffee anyone?
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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.
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Date: 2018-04-02 02:53 am (UTC)[ Yeah, he's in the nerf hut with this one. Poe sighs under his breath and goes to dress up his waffles, putting on far more butter than they need. There's really nothing he can say to make this whole situation better--probably anything he could say would only make it worse. ]
Yep, shuttle patrol today. [ That, at least, he can smile about. It's not much of a flight, but it's something. ]