Kitchen, MCA#1, Saturday Morning

[hugetractsofland]

Lulu was at the stove, poaching a couple of eggs for breakfast. There was already some fried ham, and she had a bit of Hollandaise left over from dinner the night before -- perfect for Eggs Benedict.

She was humming to herself as she worked, completely oblivious to anything odd or exciting that might be going on in Fandom this weekend.

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[onlyaweestar.livejournal.com]

"It's very good, ma'am," Joanne said, carefully picking up a Cheerio with two fingers. "Thank you."

Part of Jean-Paul was wondering where a child of his had gotten, you know, manners. And contractions in English. He blamed Walter.

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

"You're very welcome," Lulu replied. To Jean-Paul, she asked, "Would you like me to call the clinic for you? To see if they can provide what we need?"

[notanactualfairy]

"I--no. I should call. I am her father." Sort of. "Thank you, though. I will...be right back."

[mistressofblack.livejournal.com]

Lulu nodded. "Take all the time you need," she said. That he should do so for whatever reasons he might need to take time went unsaid. "I'll keep an eye on Joanne. Truth be told, she seems rather able to occupy herself."

[notanactualfairy]

Joanne was, in fact, currently singing a French children's song softly to her cereal. "I expect--what with the single, superhero parent and all--she has had to learn. Joanne," he told her, "I will be going out for a few minutes. Miss Lulu will watch you."

"'kay," said Joanne without looking up.

Jean-Paul said simply, "Thank you," to Lulu and fled to A) find medicine and B) have a nervous breakdown. Not necessarily in that order.