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Meggan and Kevin (Backdated to September 27th)
When Kevin learns that Meggan has never been to the Waffle House before, he seeks to rectify this.
With no more classes for the day and being cleared to drive again, Kevin was feeling decidedly restless. Weeks of bed rest and sedation combined with weeks of less sedation and not really leaving the mansion except for classes he couldn't do much in half the time all added up to too much rest and not enough energy being expunged. What was a largely introverted guy to do with all that energy and mostly healed ribs? Well...he didn't know. But he was hungry and that was something so Kevin went looking for Nico. He had his little hand therapy ball in hand for repetitive squeezing as he combed the halls but he hadn't found anyone who had any idea where she was. Which probably meant she was busy sucking Julian's face off which wasn't exactly useful for Kevin.
If one more person didn't know where she was then he was just going to make a massive sandwich and maybe accidentally cut his hand off in the metal shop. And it would be all Nico's fault because you just couldn't leave a hungry guy with slightly atrophied hand muscles unsupervised. Heading down to the first floor again, Kevin found his lucky deal breaker person. Lucky deal breaker person, however, was also someone he couldn't ever remember talking to. That's what you go when you combined the paranoid introvert with might have been a very quiet introverted girl. "Hey, Meggan? D'you know where Nico is by any chance?"
“Hey, Kevin. No, sorry,” Meggan answered with a shake of her head. “I do know that she’s not in her room right now, since I passed by there just a minute ago.” The door to her room had been opened at the moment she had passed by, but she hadn’t seen Nico in there or the nearby kitchenette. “If she’s with Julian right now, I’m not really sure where they’d be.”
Wanting to help him out was currently outweighing any curiosity in that regard. “Do you need me to tell her something next time I see her?” Nico could also be with Amanda for a magic lesson. If it turned out to be that, and it was something really important, she could just wait until they were done and then send Nico to Kevin.
"You could tell her Ah'm breakin' up with her. She's no good as a Waffle House girlfriend if Ah can't find her to drag her off," he told her lightly. Kevin feigned a disappointed sigh and shook his head. "She's really lettin' me down here. She sucks at her girlfriendly duties and there ain't even that many of them." Maybe he should have had a more thorough application process for the position. But that involved effort and waffles shouldn't be effort.
Meggan nodded, trying not to laugh for a moment. “Right. So the message would be that both you and the maybe possibly very good waffles have moved on their merry way without her, and now she can’t have them or the sweetness of their syrup ever again? Or at least not for this week? Got it,” Meggan said with a chuckle. And even if Nico thought she was crazy when she reported that comment in almost exactly that way, it would probably still be funny to her.
It was exceedingly difficult to not smile with the way Meggan phrased that. "That's right, me and my definitely very good waffles are movin' on. We're goin' where the bacon's crispier. Waiting for her just makes it soggy and no one likes soggy bacon." He thought about that for half a second before adding, "Nico's the soggy bacon."
“And where the eggs are likely fluffier? Ooh, the poor, poor bacon of Nico. Soggy from waiting, and from being too close to the waffles or another food on the plate, I’d guess.” Was this analogy rapidly taking a strange turn? She wasn’t sure anymore, and it probably didn’t really matter. Meggan finally admitted with a small grin, “It stays a ‘maybe possibly’ for me since I’ve never actually been to a Waffle House anywhere. I went to IHOP once?” There was a good chance that just wasn’t the same.
The look of near devastation on Kevin's face said that it clearly wasn't the same. "There's a greasy art to bein' a twenty-four hour breakfast place and IHOP just doesn't have it down. IHOP's like that guy who doodles in his notebook during class and Waffle House...it's like," he wasn't going to say Da Vinci because it wasn't exactly five star dining they were talking about here. "It's like...your freshman art teacher in college." Art teachers had to have some skill or they couldn't teach it in the first place. But if they were truly great they wouldn't be teaching, likely. "Ah'm talkin' lecture from your doctor about nutrition kinda art here and you've never gone?" Obviously Kevin was a little passionate about his waffles. But he was also reasonably sure only a handful of people from the mansion ever went there since there were closer places to go.
Waffle Despair is what Meggan would be calling that look from now on. It was the only way to describe it. “I’m sorry? No, I’ve never been to any Waffle House anywhere. So, you’re saying…Waffle House would be a teacher showing everyone Picasso’s things hanging in a museum and IHOP is just…that guy who just draws circles over and over on the sidewalk with chalk, even in the rain?” After a moment, she clarified, “Bad performance art.” When she had wanted waffles, she had grabbed them from the nearest refrigerator. That was starting to sound like it wasn’t the best option. “Or even like how buying ice cream from a store just isn’t as good as going out and getting it with extra sprinkles and fudge from the best ice cream place in town.”
"Yeah, exactly! See, you understand. You get me really deep down where it counts. Right here," Kevin placed a hand over his stomach and patted a couple times. Really, if you understood his stomach what else was there to know? Alright, there was a lot more but since he didn't have enough blood for anything but his stomach to function at the moment he was willing to completely overlook that fact. "It's the art teacher-slash-historian of greasy diner breakfast. You'll never look at pancakes again after, Ah swear."
“Maybe. Unless it’s to combine those pancakes and waffles into one dish,” Meggan mused with a grin. “If they never taste the same again, that’s one way to get around it and give the pancakes their last moment.” That might be a little too much sweetness on one plate, but she never knew until she tried. And she was really, really tempted to run off to Waffle House now, even if it was just to try that one thing, never mind whatever else they had on their menu.
"They use the same batter for pancakes and waffles, you know that right? It's just slightly different to make waffle batter." But Kevin now had images in his head of a tower with a waffle foundation and increasingly smaller pancakes until it peaked in a steeple. She'd need a little bacon cross for the top of it, though. Of course, his pancake tower was taller than she was in his head so that maybe wasn't the best way to go. "But there are worse things to OD on than pancakes and waffles. Ah'm not sure if Waffle House actually makes pancakes...Ah never checked."
“I was never really sure of that,” Meggan said. “I always just guessed it was old leftover batter from the regular pancakes.” Meggan had been briefly picturing her own medium-sized Leaning Tower of Waffles, but didn’t think they could afford all the waffles it would take to get the thing just right without it collapsing on top of them. How would they even get it to a table if it were possible to make something like that, and not accidentally end up in the Guinness Book of Records? She would never try that on her own, knowing that she wasn’t all that skilled with a waffle iron. “Oh, but you can’t forget pie with a dollop of whipped cream for dessert, can you? If there’s room for it after waffles, syrup, and whatever else there is on your plate,” she playfully tempted.
"You want pie after that?" His eyes widened slightly. "You got a sweet tooth like Laura, huh?" Laura, queen of sugar. Kevin wasn't sure even she would want pie with whipped cream after a towering pile of waffles and pancakes. "You might be my new favorite," he declared after thinking if over. "And it depends on how you make 'em, but usually there's more sugar in pancake batter than waffle batter. And waffle batter's usually thicker, more milk and egg than pancakes. But that might just be how Ah make 'em." Kevin stomach grumbled at him, clearly reminding him that he was hungry and the talk of pancakes, waffles and pie really wasn't helping. He rubbed at his stomach, frowning. Nico needed a GPS tracker on her for times like these.
When he looked back up at Meggan an eyebrow raised a bit. "So...how you feel 'bout bein' a stand in Waffle House girlfriend?"
“Maybe one slice, but I don’t think it’s possible to eat a whole pie after digging through a mountain of pancakes and waffles.” If she tried, she would either be very, very sick, or too stuffed to ever move again in this lifetime. They might have to roll her out the door. Meggan nodded. “Yeah, maybe a little bit of a sweet tooth,” she admitted with a small grin. She caught the sound of some of the rumble of Kevin’s stomach, and tried not to laugh. Especially when her stomach joined the growling chorus mere moments later.
“Sounds like fun, so yeah. I’d love to be your Waffle House substitute girlfriend. Let’s do it,” Meggan said with a smile. She paused. “But shouldn’t we bring back a bag of something for Nico? Since you missed her?” She didn't want Nico feeling annoyed or left out that she had just missed out on a treat.
"Maybe some pie. Pancakes and waffles don't really reheat real well, do they?" Kevin was considering Waffle House polyarmory. He needed a harem of Waffle House girlfriends in case the first one was unable to be found, busy, or grounded. Did people get grounded here? He supposed they did. They got grounded instead of suspended or expelled, right? Kevin held an arm out in the direction of the garage. "So, what kinda pie would you want?" This could be the beginning of an amazing food-based affair between them.
With no more classes for the day and being cleared to drive again, Kevin was feeling decidedly restless. Weeks of bed rest and sedation combined with weeks of less sedation and not really leaving the mansion except for classes he couldn't do much in half the time all added up to too much rest and not enough energy being expunged. What was a largely introverted guy to do with all that energy and mostly healed ribs? Well...he didn't know. But he was hungry and that was something so Kevin went looking for Nico. He had his little hand therapy ball in hand for repetitive squeezing as he combed the halls but he hadn't found anyone who had any idea where she was. Which probably meant she was busy sucking Julian's face off which wasn't exactly useful for Kevin.
If one more person didn't know where she was then he was just going to make a massive sandwich and maybe accidentally cut his hand off in the metal shop. And it would be all Nico's fault because you just couldn't leave a hungry guy with slightly atrophied hand muscles unsupervised. Heading down to the first floor again, Kevin found his lucky deal breaker person. Lucky deal breaker person, however, was also someone he couldn't ever remember talking to. That's what you go when you combined the paranoid introvert with might have been a very quiet introverted girl. "Hey, Meggan? D'you know where Nico is by any chance?"
“Hey, Kevin. No, sorry,” Meggan answered with a shake of her head. “I do know that she’s not in her room right now, since I passed by there just a minute ago.” The door to her room had been opened at the moment she had passed by, but she hadn’t seen Nico in there or the nearby kitchenette. “If she’s with Julian right now, I’m not really sure where they’d be.”
Wanting to help him out was currently outweighing any curiosity in that regard. “Do you need me to tell her something next time I see her?” Nico could also be with Amanda for a magic lesson. If it turned out to be that, and it was something really important, she could just wait until they were done and then send Nico to Kevin.
"You could tell her Ah'm breakin' up with her. She's no good as a Waffle House girlfriend if Ah can't find her to drag her off," he told her lightly. Kevin feigned a disappointed sigh and shook his head. "She's really lettin' me down here. She sucks at her girlfriendly duties and there ain't even that many of them." Maybe he should have had a more thorough application process for the position. But that involved effort and waffles shouldn't be effort.
Meggan nodded, trying not to laugh for a moment. “Right. So the message would be that both you and the maybe possibly very good waffles have moved on their merry way without her, and now she can’t have them or the sweetness of their syrup ever again? Or at least not for this week? Got it,” Meggan said with a chuckle. And even if Nico thought she was crazy when she reported that comment in almost exactly that way, it would probably still be funny to her.
It was exceedingly difficult to not smile with the way Meggan phrased that. "That's right, me and my definitely very good waffles are movin' on. We're goin' where the bacon's crispier. Waiting for her just makes it soggy and no one likes soggy bacon." He thought about that for half a second before adding, "Nico's the soggy bacon."
“And where the eggs are likely fluffier? Ooh, the poor, poor bacon of Nico. Soggy from waiting, and from being too close to the waffles or another food on the plate, I’d guess.” Was this analogy rapidly taking a strange turn? She wasn’t sure anymore, and it probably didn’t really matter. Meggan finally admitted with a small grin, “It stays a ‘maybe possibly’ for me since I’ve never actually been to a Waffle House anywhere. I went to IHOP once?” There was a good chance that just wasn’t the same.
The look of near devastation on Kevin's face said that it clearly wasn't the same. "There's a greasy art to bein' a twenty-four hour breakfast place and IHOP just doesn't have it down. IHOP's like that guy who doodles in his notebook during class and Waffle House...it's like," he wasn't going to say Da Vinci because it wasn't exactly five star dining they were talking about here. "It's like...your freshman art teacher in college." Art teachers had to have some skill or they couldn't teach it in the first place. But if they were truly great they wouldn't be teaching, likely. "Ah'm talkin' lecture from your doctor about nutrition kinda art here and you've never gone?" Obviously Kevin was a little passionate about his waffles. But he was also reasonably sure only a handful of people from the mansion ever went there since there were closer places to go.
Waffle Despair is what Meggan would be calling that look from now on. It was the only way to describe it. “I’m sorry? No, I’ve never been to any Waffle House anywhere. So, you’re saying…Waffle House would be a teacher showing everyone Picasso’s things hanging in a museum and IHOP is just…that guy who just draws circles over and over on the sidewalk with chalk, even in the rain?” After a moment, she clarified, “Bad performance art.” When she had wanted waffles, she had grabbed them from the nearest refrigerator. That was starting to sound like it wasn’t the best option. “Or even like how buying ice cream from a store just isn’t as good as going out and getting it with extra sprinkles and fudge from the best ice cream place in town.”
"Yeah, exactly! See, you understand. You get me really deep down where it counts. Right here," Kevin placed a hand over his stomach and patted a couple times. Really, if you understood his stomach what else was there to know? Alright, there was a lot more but since he didn't have enough blood for anything but his stomach to function at the moment he was willing to completely overlook that fact. "It's the art teacher-slash-historian of greasy diner breakfast. You'll never look at pancakes again after, Ah swear."
“Maybe. Unless it’s to combine those pancakes and waffles into one dish,” Meggan mused with a grin. “If they never taste the same again, that’s one way to get around it and give the pancakes their last moment.” That might be a little too much sweetness on one plate, but she never knew until she tried. And she was really, really tempted to run off to Waffle House now, even if it was just to try that one thing, never mind whatever else they had on their menu.
"They use the same batter for pancakes and waffles, you know that right? It's just slightly different to make waffle batter." But Kevin now had images in his head of a tower with a waffle foundation and increasingly smaller pancakes until it peaked in a steeple. She'd need a little bacon cross for the top of it, though. Of course, his pancake tower was taller than she was in his head so that maybe wasn't the best way to go. "But there are worse things to OD on than pancakes and waffles. Ah'm not sure if Waffle House actually makes pancakes...Ah never checked."
“I was never really sure of that,” Meggan said. “I always just guessed it was old leftover batter from the regular pancakes.” Meggan had been briefly picturing her own medium-sized Leaning Tower of Waffles, but didn’t think they could afford all the waffles it would take to get the thing just right without it collapsing on top of them. How would they even get it to a table if it were possible to make something like that, and not accidentally end up in the Guinness Book of Records? She would never try that on her own, knowing that she wasn’t all that skilled with a waffle iron. “Oh, but you can’t forget pie with a dollop of whipped cream for dessert, can you? If there’s room for it after waffles, syrup, and whatever else there is on your plate,” she playfully tempted.
"You want pie after that?" His eyes widened slightly. "You got a sweet tooth like Laura, huh?" Laura, queen of sugar. Kevin wasn't sure even she would want pie with whipped cream after a towering pile of waffles and pancakes. "You might be my new favorite," he declared after thinking if over. "And it depends on how you make 'em, but usually there's more sugar in pancake batter than waffle batter. And waffle batter's usually thicker, more milk and egg than pancakes. But that might just be how Ah make 'em." Kevin stomach grumbled at him, clearly reminding him that he was hungry and the talk of pancakes, waffles and pie really wasn't helping. He rubbed at his stomach, frowning. Nico needed a GPS tracker on her for times like these.
When he looked back up at Meggan an eyebrow raised a bit. "So...how you feel 'bout bein' a stand in Waffle House girlfriend?"
“Maybe one slice, but I don’t think it’s possible to eat a whole pie after digging through a mountain of pancakes and waffles.” If she tried, she would either be very, very sick, or too stuffed to ever move again in this lifetime. They might have to roll her out the door. Meggan nodded. “Yeah, maybe a little bit of a sweet tooth,” she admitted with a small grin. She caught the sound of some of the rumble of Kevin’s stomach, and tried not to laugh. Especially when her stomach joined the growling chorus mere moments later.
“Sounds like fun, so yeah. I’d love to be your Waffle House substitute girlfriend. Let’s do it,” Meggan said with a smile. She paused. “But shouldn’t we bring back a bag of something for Nico? Since you missed her?” She didn't want Nico feeling annoyed or left out that she had just missed out on a treat.
"Maybe some pie. Pancakes and waffles don't really reheat real well, do they?" Kevin was considering Waffle House polyarmory. He needed a harem of Waffle House girlfriends in case the first one was unable to be found, busy, or grounded. Did people get grounded here? He supposed they did. They got grounded instead of suspended or expelled, right? Kevin held an arm out in the direction of the garage. "So, what kinda pie would you want?" This could be the beginning of an amazing food-based affair between them.