A Pink Corner House, Bristol, Thursday Morning

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell was cooking.

In the context of language in general, that wasn't a particularly strange sentence; in the context of this particular household, it was a bizarre aberration that would certainly lead to the apocalypse. George usually cooked, and if he didn't, then Annie did the job for him - Mitchell's dependability near a stove was questionable at best.

But Annie had spent the night guarding over the others. Kate had been granted Annie's room, and Jack the sofa-- Nina was sleeping off her own intense mental exhaustion in George's bedroom, and if you asked Mitchell, he'd say he wasn't expecting her to get up any time soon.

So, breakfast for three it was. Three malformed, droopy eggs stared back up at Mitchell, and the beans in the other pan were starting to burn just a little bit (the toast, on the other hand, was fine, but then it was impossible even for Mitchell to ruin toast), but at least he was trying.

Annie had insisted on making the coffee, though, and Mitchell wasn't going to argue. He'd have to go pick up George in another hour - the werewolf always slept late after a full moon.

[[ for those still in Bristol. ]]

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[vanillajello]

"Nope." Such a fun surprise that had been. "I mean, I think they worked for a while, 'cause she was like a whole different person? But... No, not really."

[chosehumanity]

"Well, that's brilliant," Mitchell said. Seriously, modern medicine. "Any news on what they're trying next?"

[vanillajello]

"Not a clue," Kate said, leaning back a little. "Haven't really been keeping in touch all that much since the whole tornado and aftermath episode, so I don't know if they're even considering anything. Moosh hasn't said so, at least."

[chosehumanity]

"Avoiding the parents, are we?" Mitchell concluded, amused. "Now that's new." Or, y'know, not.

[vanillajello]

"Well, one of them's crazy, and the other one got busted for assault after he beat the shit out some douchebag contractor," Kate replied dryly. "Would you want associate yourself with people like that?"

[chosehumanity]

And Mitchell had killed more people than she'd likely ever meet, but... He shrugged. "They're your parents," he said. "Not just mad folk."

[vanillajello]

"Ugh, I know," Kate sighed, making a face. "And my brother thought he was straight for a while and got all tangled up with some crazy chick that refused to take a hint after he realized he's a total homo. That's is my family."

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell smiled a little. "Sounds like an ordinary family to me," he announced. "Take it from an old rot - all families are dysfunctional somehow. What matters is they're your kind of dysfunctional."

[vanillajello]

"Yeah, yeah, I know, and half the people in Fandom have parents who are dead." Every single guy she'd dated on the island were at least half orphans as far as she could tell. "I still get to bitch about mine."

She didn't even sound like she really hated them all that much right now.