026 》sweet troubled man are you giving or taking?

[thering]

characters: Malcolm, Neal, Negan, Raylan, Doc
location: 1306 Phillips Dr
date/time: day 26 morning
content: the reset Playstation button was pressed
warnings: tbd

After the strangeness of the past two nights they were likely fully expecting to awaken in the same strange, different, not-so-new anymore places they found themselves in in the past two days.

Instead everything seems to have reset, again. The three permanent residents and two guests are back in 1306, exactly where they had been two nights ago. Malcolm was in his own room, Neal was in Doc's and Negan in Raylan's master bedroom. The two displaced cowboys are downstairs sharing one too-small couch, a night of drinking culminating in fighting over couch space and who gets to be the bigger spoon.

The fire in the fireplace had gone out and their Winter 2020 Collection of bespoke lanterns have vanished, but nothing else seems to be awry.

Comments

[tinstar]

"You don't stink yet, if that's what you're concerned about." Not that he'd noticed how Malcolm or Doc smelt. He's not saying he noticed. Nor is he saying he'd noticed again later, when he ended up curled up with Malcolm in a bed.

"Though if you are, I can handle this. Doesn't sound like Negan or Neal is up yet, but I can't imagine that that'll last much longer. Suppose we'll need to start another pot of coffee.. Thank god that jar refills, we'd be out ten times over by now."

[abrightboy]

"I was a little concerned about it," Malcolm freely admitted. "But I think I'll have a bit of eggs first. I didn't really... eat there either. I'm not what I'd call 'hungry' but. I should have something before I keel over."

He was already taking down the can to make another pot of coffee.

[tinstar]

Raylan's lips curled a little as he scrambled the few eggs he'd put in, grabbing the pepper to grind a little in, mixing it again. "You won't have to wait long for that. I hope to get a little somethin' in you at dinner too. Might have to hit up the Gull, get creative. I think another mornin' of eggs and I might scream."

[abrightboy]

"See if they have some chicken," Malcolm requested, putting grounds in the press. "And I promise I'll at least eat a few bites." He looked over. "If we're not having eggs for breakfast tomorrow I could do... yogurt? Maybe a little fruit?" He held up a finger as another possibility occurred to him. "Or oatmeal?"

[tinstar]

"Will you eat it fried? The fryers they got up there can't go to waste and I can make a mean fried chicken, given the chance," he said with a gesture of his spoon at Malcolm. "Oatmeal is a good idea to - a reliable source of fiber. Still, once spring comes, we might have to consider a garden. Just for freshness. I could do some fruit. Peaches especially.. Been a long time since I've had 'em."

[abrightboy]

“A peach? I thought Georgia was pretty close to Kentucky,” he teased. “I’ve never tried fried chicken. Heavier food... disagrees with me,” he admitted.

[tinstar]

"Doesn't help that when I taught at Glynco, it was half for the summer peach festivals. They come rip in July, so August is all about peaches." He wasn't ashamed of his love of it or food or the warm sun of a summer festival. One of the few things in life he did enjoy freely.

"You'll have ta try mine. Out of politeness if nothin' else. I already know you aren't gonna eat an entire leg so my feelings aren't gonna be hurt."

[abrightboy]

“I’d like to try it, yeah.” A little nibble anyway. “Everyone is always going on about fried chicken. I want to understand the hype.” He poured hot water in the press as the kettle boiled. “Is it a family recipe?” Malcolm asked.

[tinstar]

"The hype is for good reason," Raylan assured with a lift of his brows as he scraped the eggs around, pulling them off the heat and killing the burner. "But I suppose you could say that. It's my Aunt Helen's recipe. Don't know if she got if from anyone else but.. She didn't want me going off to collage with no knowledge about how to feed myself, all alone in Lexington."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm noted the warmth in Raylan's voice, talking about 'Aunt Helen'. He smiled.

"I'm glad you had someone looking after you," he said. "Did she sample your version?"

[tinstar]

He shook his head, good natured smile staying there as he continued.

"Nah. Never went home after I left, not til the job took me back. She likely didn't know that I actually kept up with makin' it. But I'm sure she'd approve. Probably of you too. Somethin' about me not havin' enough bad habits. What about you, you cook? Can't imagine you lived off take out in DC."

[abrightboy]

"I... can make what I typically eat," he said. "Scrambled eggs. Soup. That sort of thing. But I ordered in a fair amount too. I get caught up in work and... you know."

[tinstar]

"Mm, I imagine so. If I can get lost in a case, I got a feeling people need to send a rescue team out to pull you outta one. But that's good. Somethin'. Take out is great but it's shit for health and expensive. Somethin' I'd also sort of love to worry about here. Then again, if we had that, there'd be no reason for me lookin' into how to do fried chicken here."

He pulled the pan off the stove and scraped the eggs onto a plate before depositing the pan back onto the unused burner. After pulling down a small plate and a fork, he held both out to Malcolm with a smile. "Get some while they're warm. I'll let everyone else know."

[In the interest of keeping things straight, should we end this one? breakfast is nebulous ]