W4 Curfew: OUR HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR HOUSE OUR HOUSE IN THE MIDDL

[headmt]

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[probe]

[so when I said he was gonna go bake I lied. envy disappears for a little while, shuffling his way over to the kitchen, and returns with a bigass plate of pancakes. he winces slightly when he sets it down, but doesn't acknowledge it. he's fine!]

Here, uh-- I thought maybe we could all use some extra food?

[femmefinale]

... That's very kind of you. Ah, do you need help sitting back down?

[ She saw that wince. ]

[probe]

I'm fine! Just, you know. Still recovering a little, it's not like it'll kill me again.

[femmefinale]

All the same, it's best not to make yourself too uncomfortable.

[ SIT DOWN. ]

[headmt]

[this rules? staying here every curfew from now on.]

Breakfast at midnight! Amazing! Brilliant idea!

[probe]

Good enough of one to be the best idea?

[there's butter and syrup and stuff for these too, he is hooking curfew up.]

[liuli]

What are those...?

[probe]

Pancakes! Here, try one. I'm busy repressing some stuff, don't let it go to waste.

[liuli]

[ that seems like a perfectly reasonable reaction to trauma! same.

he will take a pancake, though. ] Thank you for your hospitality.

[aubins]

Oh, pancakes.

[ yum? yum. but envy does get a little look. ]

Stress baking? Don't overdo yourself, as nice as it is.