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KAOS-U / Cookies!

The morning dawned bright and clear, a glorious day, as yet unmarred by explosions, mangled corpses, or science gone wrong. Not that Pierce noticed the daylight. He'd been up all night and was now sitting in the kitchen. There was a webwork of wires crawling along his face and head, contact pads looking like little feet all across his skin while he contemplated...a plate of cookies.

These were ideal cookies. Cookies that defined every kids' dream of chocolate chip; large, soft, tempting. The smell alone would make a weaker man tremble at the knee!

And he hadn't touched them yet because he wanted to make sure all the senses were registering properly and that anticipation readings could be taken as well. Was it any wonder he was a little zoned out?

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"Then you get the second omelet so any lingering traces of the chicken are out of the pan!" Aya announced, layering in ingredients for her sister's meal. She figured Braig was responsible enough to tell her when he could manage meat!

He was! Braig didn't mind getting later omelets, "Hey, I'm just glad I'm not trying to feed myself!"

"Hey, feeding is something we can do. Everyone takes a turn cooking where we're from." Aya admitted. "We'd feel weird if we won't feeding you guys."

"She'd feel weird. I'd just bake more cookies and leave them laying around."

"See, this is the best part of Dilan having adopted you." Braig said, "Even if he's too distracted to cook, Pierce and I aren't left to our own devices. Seriously. I have always been a terrible cook...my mom likes to tell the story about six year old me making five year old Dilan a peanut butter and relish sandwich."

"Peanut butter and relish?!" Aya squawked. "Really?!"

"...that's new. We've had some pretty bad cooks through the company but I don't think they accessed the relish..." Maya chuckled and held her plate for her omelet.

"Well, it looked like jam, but it wasn't made out of fruit." he explained, grinning.

"But it is NOT a jam substitute! Not with peanut butter!" Aya was...giggling helplessly over the pan now, yes. And also spicing. Fear the spicing!

"I dunno, it could be. Imagine all the instances the two could be interchangeable. Jam on hotdogs, relish on toast. Jam on burgers, relish in the bedroom..."

"Maya, you can stop talking now."

"I was six." Braig said, laughing.

Dilan came ghosting into the house with Cat on his shoulders and Sheeva carrying her own leash. He had a couple of shopping bags with him. "I'm home." he said cheerfully, "Sheeva's doing much better! The scarring is softening!"

"No excuse!" The girls chorused cheerfully.

Then Dilan came home and it was all about the pets! "Oh good! I bet that makes Sheeva a lot more comfortable!" Aya grinned, barely batting an eyelash at Cat before fuzzling the fuzzball and passing her back to Maya.

"And you did...vet shopping? Hi Dilan, do you want omelet?"

"There were some interesting little stores." Dilan said, "Yes, please. I would like an omelet, if it won't be a problem."

"What'd you get, baby?" Braig asked, looking at the bags warily.

"The turkish delight is for the girls. The gummy bear is for you. The hookah is for Pierce. The cat toy is for Cat. Sheeva got dog cookies."

"That sounds ominous," Maya chuckled and offered a forkful of omelet to Dilan as a preview.

"And not a problem at all Dilan, what kind of meat are you in the mood for? And I'll keep most the veggies out." Aya admitted. Turkish Delight? "Mmm, dessert."

"Wait, gummy bear, singular?" Maya blinked, catching that.

"Sausage?" Dilan offered, unbagging the gummy bear. The 5lb gummy bear.

Then the boxes of turkish delight; one rose and one orange. Then the hookah. Then the electric cat toy.

"I can do sausage next! I...that's big. That's very big Dilan." A lot of gummy bear for his boyfriend yes. "Braig, plate?"

Maya was...staring. Staring then poking the bear yes. "You spoil us you know."

Braig looked at it all, and sighed, then gave Dilan a hug, "That was nice of you, dude. Next time just a pack of the small ones, okay? Five pounds is a little much since you're not going to help us eat it."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Nah, it's okay. Kiss me?" there was kiss, of course, then,

"Oh! And this. It was pretty." a length of sari silk, in a soft rose.

"That is gorgeous," Aya agreed, sliding Braig's plate onto the table for whenever he was finished. "What are you going to do with it? Maybe cover a pillow?"

"Hmmm, too nice to do that, comfy as it'd be." Maya countered, opening up the delight boxes to peer at them gleefully.

"I thought we could hang it in the door?" Dilan said, "Between the entry-hall and the living room?"

"That's a good idea, Dilan. It'll look nice there."

"I second that!" Aya laughed, cutting sausage now as the pan cooled at her elbow. "It's nice to come home to something pretty sometimes."

"Roommates and pets aside," Maya chuckled. "Color is nice when it's been a long day you know?"

"I'm glad you like it." Dilan said happily, even as Braig tossed Cat into Pierce's room. "I wasn't sure if I should get this or the blue."

"What made up your mind?" Aya asked curiously. What? She wanted to know!

"Oh, ouch, Pierce didn't sleep again?" Maya noted, watching the Cat delivery.

"I like Pinkie Pie." Dilan admitted.

"Yeah. Don't know how long, but he was babbling."

"What?" Aya offered blankly. Or maybe the better question was "Who?"

"Babbling is bad. Maybe we can slip him sleep pills more often. Aya? What do you think? Drug Pierce so he remembers to sleep? If we serve some low level stuff in his desserts it should just remind him he's tired..."

Aya blinked. "Maya, you'll ask his permission first."

"She's one of the My Little Ponies." Dilan said, smiling a bit, "I like her."

"Nah, he's got a resistance to most sleeping pills. Cat's the best bet."

"Oh, we really do need to sit down and watch that huh?' Aya grinned at him and got his omelet truly started after the chopping. "If we get our studies done early on Friday we can maybe sit and watch some?"

"We're on first aid shift Friday night. Remember that starts this week?" Newbies manning tents for drunken idiots and people who managed to blow off fingers in the night.

"Right. Saturday night?"

"Yeah...that'd be fun." Dilan said with a sweet little smile, "I hope we can do that."

"Lets plan on it." Braig said, "I'll even stay up and watch some, okay dude?"

"We'll be sleeping late to make up for the graveyard shift then taking a supplemental in the afternoon, so we shouldn't run too late. We can bring something home? Make a night of it?" Because fun was important!

"Pizzas?" Maya offered after a moment of thought. "Or fun snacks?"

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