Log: Sunday morning, Jake and Angelo and breakfast

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set prior to Paige and Jake in the jungle room. :)



Angelo was sitting alone in the kitchen, a plate of toast in front of him. Since returning from Mexico, he'd been feeling somewhat better, and hadn't been hiding in his new room... much.

The only thing on Jake's mind was food. Food. Food. He'd caught the news that the chef was in the medical labs or whatever they called them, and was hoping there was something in the kitchens that could be made by someone who burned water. He padded into the room on his socks, yawning, and saw someone he recognized... "Hey! You're back!"

Angelo looked up from his breakfast on hearing Jake's voice, blinking sleepily. "Yeah. Got back Thursday."

"Really? I didn't notice." Jake frowned. "What was I doing Thursday?" He shook his head. "Never mind. How was Mexico? I hear you aquired a munchkin." Jake sat down across from Angelo, smiling when he saw sliced bread and cereal. Even Jake could make a sandwich and fill a bowl with cereal.

Angelo leaned back in his chair, grinning slightly. "Yeah, Miles. Sweetest kid ever..." His grin faded as he remembered how Miles had come to be with them.

Jake nodded. "Haven't seen him yet. Bought him a coloured glass mobile. Ms. Blaire suggested precious stones, I... really didn't think he'd appreciate them."

Angelo laughed. "Probably not, kid's only about seven. Glass is maybe better."

"That's what I thought." Jake tilted his head. "Do you think he's seen Finding Nemo?"

"I don't think so, no. Don't think he's seen many movies..."

"No, probably not. Think he'd want to? He could be my alibi." Jake grinned. "I want to see the sharks."

"I think he'd love to", Angelo said warmly. "You might have to put up with Ms. Blaire tagging along, though."

"...I don't think I'd mind terribly if a beautiful woman also wanted to tag along..." Jake smirked down at his sandwich.

Angelo laughed. "Hey, just fair warning. Her and Miles are kind of inseparable lately."

"I got that impression, yeah. And you? How did things go with the girl and her boy?" Jake grinned, with just a touch of friendly evil to the grin.

Angelo blinked, having been hit by that question somewhat out of left field. "...Better", he answers slowly, thinking about it. "Mexico helped."

"Mexico does that," Jake nodded. "I think it's the sun."


"The sun, the beach, little children demanding to be played with, and Ms. Blaire making us spend time together", Angelo corrected wryly.

"Tometo, tomato." Jake waved his sandwich carelessly. "You never did tell me much about the girl, by the way. This was a subtle hint," he added after a moment.

Angelo grimaced at him, then sighed and gave in. "Okay, okay... Her name's Paige, and she's my best friend." He falls silent, unsure of what to say next.

"She nice? Clever? Hot?" Jake paused, and made a face. "Wow, I feel like a dirty old man suddenly."

Angelo raised an eyebrow, and asks wryly, "You're expecting an unbiased answer? I think she's all of those..."

"Good for you. Does she feed you? ...I think food is very important, stop looking at me."

Angelo grinned at him, teasingly. "Food is important. And she has been known to."

"Good, good. Obviously a keeper." Jake grinned back. "What's she look like? So I'll recognize the wonder when I see her, I mean."

"Oh, you can't miss her", Angelo answers, not entirely joking. "Yay high, blonde, Southern accent..."

Jake thought. "Haven't met her, I don't think. Met a couple brunettes, and most of the adults..."

Angelo nodded. "Well, we went to Mexico not long after you got here, of course."

"You mean, you got kidnapped, right?" Jake grinned.

"Got kidnapped, right", Angelo answered, laughing. "Got about an hour's warning, if that. Still, I'm not complaining."

"No, I don't think I would either," Jake said, contemplating the prospect. "If we were talking Alaska, I'd be wanting my money back, though. Figuratively speaking."

"Totally agreed," Angelo said mock-seriously. "So, how are you finding the mansion now you've had time to settle in?"

"Chaotic."

Angelo laughed. "Right there with you. And I've lived here for months."

"You're telling me it's like this all the time?" Jake gave Angelo an incredulous stare over his second sandwich. "Aren't you supposed to have classes and things once in a while? The MedLab unoccoupied, homework, that sort of thing?"

"It's not *quite* this bad all the time", Angelo deadpanned. "It's a bit quieter in semesters. Only a bit, though. And the medlab's very rarely unoccupied."

Jake gave Angelo a long look, then ate his sandwich. "You know what? I've been in terrorist camps which has seen less action than this place the last couple of months."

Angelo blinked. "You've been in terrorist camps?" Then he got back to the point. "Yeah. Well. A lot of folks would class this place as a terrorist camp, from what I've been told."

"Mafia," Jake said absently, reaching for the juice. "That was my favorite."

Angelo raised his eyebrows. "You... weren't joking?"

"Nope." Jake tilted his head and considered it for a moment. "Mind you, General Jung is a little..." he twirled his index finger around. "You know? So I don't think anybody's actually taking him seriously..."

Angelo stared at him, trying to decide if he was being teased. "Okay...."

"Really," Jake said. "Scout's honour. Not that I ever was a scout, but that's beside the point." And then he grinned in a way that probably didn't help Angelo to decide whether or not he was being set up.

Finishing his breakfast, Angelo sighed. "Well. Got vacation homework to get to."

Jake arched his eyebrows. "Vacation homework? Do I want to ask?"

"Vacation homework", Angelo replied. "Missed some class when I was in Mexico, and it seems I don't get to just forget about it."

Jake nodded, understanding. "I see. Well, don't let me keep you. Go learn things. Be wise. And one day, you too, may be a jedi."

Angelo grinned, getting up and dumping his plate in the sink, quickly running water over it to get rid of the crumbs. "Thanks. I think."