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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[bitten_notshy]

"I didn't say I didn't want it!" Jack protested to Mitchell, a slight laugh in his voice as he curled over his plate. "But I'll have to pass on the curry. I'd made plans for today before I knew I'd be in Bristol. Have extra chicken tikka for me."

[chosehumanity]

"Good plans?" Mitchell asked, lightly. They could all use a few good plans today, he wagered - that's why he'd invited Kate to curry to begin with.

[bitten_notshy]

"Emma visiting me plans," Jack said. "Hopefully it will go well."

They were 50-50 on that, at the moment, but he liked to be optimistic. He figured he deserved a few good days, anyhow.

He glanced over to Kate. "You're staying for a bit?"

[vanillajello]

"For a while," Kate confirmed, nodding once. "Think I wanna unwind here for a bit before I go and have a 'hopefully it'll go well' moment of my own. Say hi to Emma for me."

Sure, Kate and Emma lived in the same building, but it was hard to visit when Kate had to pass by Bod's room on the way to Emma's.

[chosehumanity]

"You're welcome to stick around as long as you like," Mitchell added, glancing at Kate. "Nina'll be able to use the extra human company, I think."

And it would give Mitchell more time to dispose of Herrick's remains. Whatever was left of him. He'd never seen a werewolf ravage a vampire before, let alone an Old One.

[vanillajello]

Kate's lips twisted a little with doubt. "Uh, I don't know if I'm good company for someone who's just... entirely new to all this." Mostly because she felt she was still a bit new, herself. "But, it's not like I'm in a hurry to leave. Haven't even called Portalocity yet."

She hadn't exactly gotten up and immediately reached for the phone, after all.

[bitten_notshy]

"Poor Nina," Jack said, stirring at his beans a bit. "That's -- not the way I would have wanted to find out any of it. It'll be good for her to have someone."

[chosehumanity]

Mitchell smiled a bit. "Aw, Kate," he said, "You'll be perfect, trust me." Especially considering it was Nina, who might... be able to grasp Kate's sarcastic disposition a little better. He prodded at his beans some. "I'm leaving the worst of it to George to explain," he said, finally. "I don't want to get in the middle of anything."

[vanillajello]

"Probably for the best," Kate agreed with a sigh, pushing an unruly strand of hair behind her ear. "Even if George is gonna flail himself to death over it."

[bitten_notshy]

"Do you think so?" Jack asked, curious for the moment. "You've seen it. It's not like he can shock you."

He took a bite of toast. "... never mind. It's George."

[vanillajello]

"It's his way," Kate replied, picking at what little was left on her plate. "Some people are like that."

And George was the kind of person who made Kate very glad that while her brother was really kind of neurotic, at least he was fairly calm about it.