Jamie and Nathan, Sunday afternoon
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xp_logsJamie finds Nathan passed out on the kitchen table and decides to test a theory. Nathan proceeds to have a lucid conversation that, in fact, he manages to stay awake for, proving once again that chocolate chip cookies are the secret to the universe. Plans are made, schemes schemed, and the two of them agree that romantic spectacle is really a lot of fun.
Jamie wandered into the kitchen on something of a mission, and blinked when he saw Nathan slumped down over the table.
Well, that would make things a lot easier. He pondered for a moment, then grinned impishly and decided not to do anything undignified like draw mustaches on Nathan's face, opting instead for quietly opening several cupboards and drawers and preheating the oven.
His neck hurt. That was the first thing Nathan noticed as he drifted back out of his doze, and he raised his head, grimacing as he rubbed at the back of his neck, then at his eyes as his vision blurred. "Hey," he said, his voice gravelly as he saw that the presence he was barely sensing was Jamie, moving quietly around the kitchen. "Something smells good..." Very good, actually, and hadn't he come down here to eat in the first place?
"It lives." Jamie grinned. "Scuttlebutt has already circulated about the Professor's little Jedi mind trick, so I figured I'd test my theory about how it's really hard to get depressed around fresh chocolate chip cookies. And, y'know, you're getting some really impressive mileage out of the narcolepsy routine, but you want to start thinking about not getting typecast." His expression turned mock-stern. "Always remember the cautionary tale that is Jim Carrey in 'The Cable Guy.'"
Nathan blinked, telling his brain to finish waking up. "Yeah. Funny, the whole full-circle thing... only the actual falling asleep is a lot more pleasant than it was back then. Frustrating, though." He rested his head in one hand, trying to figure out what the smell was. "Jedi mind trick," he said after a long moment. "Oh. I get it now..."
"This is not the emotional state you are looking for," Jamie intoned with a little wave of his hand. "One of these days Alison is gonna figure out lightsabers, and we'll all be in trouble." He donned oven mitts, replaced a pan of cookies with a pan of blobs of dough, and started transferring the cookies to a wire cooling rack. "These'll be another couple of minutes."
"They do smell good. Hadn't really been hungry much until today," Nathan said vaguely. Jamie's calm, cheerful demeanor was oddly soothing. "All the drugs in my system, Moira said..."
"If that's anything like the hangover I got in Asgard, I bet not. Want to uphold tradition and have a glass of milk with them, or would milk be too tricky for your stomach?"
"Can't break tradition," Nathan said as firmly as he could, telling himself to wake up a little more. He really needed to focus on having whole conversations with people. "Moira was sleeping," he said thoughtfully. "Which is good..."
"Lot of insomnia going around last week," Jamie agreed, pouring the milk. "But since that's probably the kind of topic that gets you another faceful of table, have a cookie."
Nathan had a cookie. It was rather good, he thought. "You know," he said, once he'd chewed and swallowed - talking with one's mouth full was not good, after all, "I think this is the first time I've ever had a chocolate chip cookie right out of the oven."
"It's the best way to have them. Still all tender and warm, and the chips are nice and soft. Long as you don't get too excited, eat them too soon, and burn yourself, that is." Jamie grinned. "Take it from me. And the secret to chocolate chip cookies is to use real butter and melt it before you mix it. Luckily, Lorna doesn't allow margarine within ten feet of her cooking utensils."
"I'll make a note of it." He finished the first, smiling a little. "Bella would be stealing these, if she were down here."
"Are birds allowed chocolate? I know it's bad for dogs, and Delphine apparently doesn't get to eat anything fun, but macaws are a new one on me." Jamie snickered. "Not that not being allowed would stop Bella. I don't think an inch of concrete would stop Bella."
"I didn't say I'd let her," Nathan said with a chuckle. "Chocolate isn't good for macaws, either." He reached out and took another cookie off the trap. "You know, she's decided she likes Moira? When I left the room, she was sleeping in her hair. It was very cute."
Jamie grinned. "I just hope birds don't drool. Tyke used to sneak up from the foot of my bed when he was a puppy and I'd wake up with wet hair sticking up all over the place."
"No drooling. But it was very cute... I should have found the camera." Nathan took a bite of the second cookie and decided that yes, he highly approved of cookies right out of the oven. "I know how to make scones," he volunteered a bit absently. "Moira's cousin Anna taught me. We destroyed the kitchen. But I make good scones."
"Made 'em for the Doc yet? Assuming you've learned a recipe that doesn't involve needing a new kitchen afterward, anyway. Bet she'd like them."
"I did," Nathan nodded. "Before... well, before. She looked all... tickled." He smiled a bit wistfully. "Reminds her of home, I think..."
Jamie nodded wisely. "Scottish nostalgia that doesn't involve the digestive tracts of sheep is always a good thing." He snickered. "Y'know, I should ask Rahne if it still counts as haggis if you're eating the sheep stomach incidentally to eating the rest of the sheep."
Nathan shook his head at him. "Don't know why everyone's so obsessed with the sheep's stomach thing," he grumbled. "Haggis is perfectly nice."
"Because a bar bet is a very odd reason to come up with a national delicacy," Jamie replied promptly. "Besides, it looks suspicious. I'd eat it on a dare, though."
Nathan hesitated, the cookie half-way to his mouth again. "Hmmm," he said, his mind returning almost inexorably to something that... well, that hadn't occurred to him at all during the last week, for obvious reasons. "A Scottish theme party, maybe... that might work."
Jamie raised his eyebrows. "That sounds like fun. Need half a dozen assistants setting it up?"
"Mmm. Probably." Nathan shook his head a little, frowning. "Still not thinking straight," he said a bit grumpily. "But it could work. She'd probably get a kick out of me proposing to her in a kilt..."
"Women seem to like kilts. You could probably get away with the whole kit, too, with the lace throat thing and the little bag and everything."
"She never managed to get me into a kilt. Not with all the time I spent on Muir..." Nathan sighed and rested his head in his hand again for a moment, feeling a bit dizzy again. "I think the Jedi mind trick works a little too well." His thoughts had been going fairly bad places there, though.
"Have another cookie. I wonder if the inside of your head is as confusing a place as people tell me the inside of mine is." Jamie grinned. "I have a weird brain. Medical fact."
"I don't know what the inside of my head is like now," Nathan said after a moment, then reached out and took another cookie. "I don't remember what it was like before. Guess I'll find out." It was an oddly hopeful thought, and the drowsiness receded a little. "You know," he said a litlte more clearly, "the idea of staging our own little Highland games has a bizarre appeal."
"What, with caber-tossing? Nobody else is gonna want in on that if Mr. Marko signs up, you realize. I bet he could get one suborbital if he really tried." Jamie cocked his head. "Not that that wouldn't be fun to watch all by itself." He grinned. "Glad I don't have to ask leading questions to get you thinking about all the fun you can have now, though."
"Yeah. Funny about that..." Nathan smiled a little, taking a bite of the cookie. "Think it's starting to sink in. Loopy as I still am..." He looked up at Jamie, raising an eyebrow. "Would I look stupid in a kilt?"
"Nah." The grin turned just a shade mischievous. "Of course, now you have to ask yourself, am I saying that because I really think you wouldn't, or am I saying it because it'll be funny?"
"Oh, I'm thinking it'll be funny anyway. Kilt or not. That's what happens when you deliberately set out to make a spectacle of yourself." He smiled again, almost nostalgically this time. The memories of Santorini didn't make him sleepy at all. "I promised her." Shouting it from the mountaintops.
"Preaching to the percussion section." Jamie's smile was equally nostalgic. "Granted, Alison had to push me a whole lot at first, but I did actually write a song that did actually get performed in public, which counts for something. Spectacle can be . . . a lot of fun."
"I won't be singing," Nathan said as firmly as he could. "That, at least, I can spare you all." Although the comedy value for the audience would probably be higher that way.
Jamie snorted. "Neither did I. Alison's friend the club owner did that part. Favor to her, me, Kitty, and the rest of the world, believe me. There's a reason I'm a drummer."
Jamie wandered into the kitchen on something of a mission, and blinked when he saw Nathan slumped down over the table.
Well, that would make things a lot easier. He pondered for a moment, then grinned impishly and decided not to do anything undignified like draw mustaches on Nathan's face, opting instead for quietly opening several cupboards and drawers and preheating the oven.
His neck hurt. That was the first thing Nathan noticed as he drifted back out of his doze, and he raised his head, grimacing as he rubbed at the back of his neck, then at his eyes as his vision blurred. "Hey," he said, his voice gravelly as he saw that the presence he was barely sensing was Jamie, moving quietly around the kitchen. "Something smells good..." Very good, actually, and hadn't he come down here to eat in the first place?
"It lives." Jamie grinned. "Scuttlebutt has already circulated about the Professor's little Jedi mind trick, so I figured I'd test my theory about how it's really hard to get depressed around fresh chocolate chip cookies. And, y'know, you're getting some really impressive mileage out of the narcolepsy routine, but you want to start thinking about not getting typecast." His expression turned mock-stern. "Always remember the cautionary tale that is Jim Carrey in 'The Cable Guy.'"
Nathan blinked, telling his brain to finish waking up. "Yeah. Funny, the whole full-circle thing... only the actual falling asleep is a lot more pleasant than it was back then. Frustrating, though." He rested his head in one hand, trying to figure out what the smell was. "Jedi mind trick," he said after a long moment. "Oh. I get it now..."
"This is not the emotional state you are looking for," Jamie intoned with a little wave of his hand. "One of these days Alison is gonna figure out lightsabers, and we'll all be in trouble." He donned oven mitts, replaced a pan of cookies with a pan of blobs of dough, and started transferring the cookies to a wire cooling rack. "These'll be another couple of minutes."
"They do smell good. Hadn't really been hungry much until today," Nathan said vaguely. Jamie's calm, cheerful demeanor was oddly soothing. "All the drugs in my system, Moira said..."
"If that's anything like the hangover I got in Asgard, I bet not. Want to uphold tradition and have a glass of milk with them, or would milk be too tricky for your stomach?"
"Can't break tradition," Nathan said as firmly as he could, telling himself to wake up a little more. He really needed to focus on having whole conversations with people. "Moira was sleeping," he said thoughtfully. "Which is good..."
"Lot of insomnia going around last week," Jamie agreed, pouring the milk. "But since that's probably the kind of topic that gets you another faceful of table, have a cookie."
Nathan had a cookie. It was rather good, he thought. "You know," he said, once he'd chewed and swallowed - talking with one's mouth full was not good, after all, "I think this is the first time I've ever had a chocolate chip cookie right out of the oven."
"It's the best way to have them. Still all tender and warm, and the chips are nice and soft. Long as you don't get too excited, eat them too soon, and burn yourself, that is." Jamie grinned. "Take it from me. And the secret to chocolate chip cookies is to use real butter and melt it before you mix it. Luckily, Lorna doesn't allow margarine within ten feet of her cooking utensils."
"I'll make a note of it." He finished the first, smiling a little. "Bella would be stealing these, if she were down here."
"Are birds allowed chocolate? I know it's bad for dogs, and Delphine apparently doesn't get to eat anything fun, but macaws are a new one on me." Jamie snickered. "Not that not being allowed would stop Bella. I don't think an inch of concrete would stop Bella."
"I didn't say I'd let her," Nathan said with a chuckle. "Chocolate isn't good for macaws, either." He reached out and took another cookie off the trap. "You know, she's decided she likes Moira? When I left the room, she was sleeping in her hair. It was very cute."
Jamie grinned. "I just hope birds don't drool. Tyke used to sneak up from the foot of my bed when he was a puppy and I'd wake up with wet hair sticking up all over the place."
"No drooling. But it was very cute... I should have found the camera." Nathan took a bite of the second cookie and decided that yes, he highly approved of cookies right out of the oven. "I know how to make scones," he volunteered a bit absently. "Moira's cousin Anna taught me. We destroyed the kitchen. But I make good scones."
"Made 'em for the Doc yet? Assuming you've learned a recipe that doesn't involve needing a new kitchen afterward, anyway. Bet she'd like them."
"I did," Nathan nodded. "Before... well, before. She looked all... tickled." He smiled a bit wistfully. "Reminds her of home, I think..."
Jamie nodded wisely. "Scottish nostalgia that doesn't involve the digestive tracts of sheep is always a good thing." He snickered. "Y'know, I should ask Rahne if it still counts as haggis if you're eating the sheep stomach incidentally to eating the rest of the sheep."
Nathan shook his head at him. "Don't know why everyone's so obsessed with the sheep's stomach thing," he grumbled. "Haggis is perfectly nice."
"Because a bar bet is a very odd reason to come up with a national delicacy," Jamie replied promptly. "Besides, it looks suspicious. I'd eat it on a dare, though."
Nathan hesitated, the cookie half-way to his mouth again. "Hmmm," he said, his mind returning almost inexorably to something that... well, that hadn't occurred to him at all during the last week, for obvious reasons. "A Scottish theme party, maybe... that might work."
Jamie raised his eyebrows. "That sounds like fun. Need half a dozen assistants setting it up?"
"Mmm. Probably." Nathan shook his head a little, frowning. "Still not thinking straight," he said a bit grumpily. "But it could work. She'd probably get a kick out of me proposing to her in a kilt..."
"Women seem to like kilts. You could probably get away with the whole kit, too, with the lace throat thing and the little bag and everything."
"She never managed to get me into a kilt. Not with all the time I spent on Muir..." Nathan sighed and rested his head in his hand again for a moment, feeling a bit dizzy again. "I think the Jedi mind trick works a little too well." His thoughts had been going fairly bad places there, though.
"Have another cookie. I wonder if the inside of your head is as confusing a place as people tell me the inside of mine is." Jamie grinned. "I have a weird brain. Medical fact."
"I don't know what the inside of my head is like now," Nathan said after a moment, then reached out and took another cookie. "I don't remember what it was like before. Guess I'll find out." It was an oddly hopeful thought, and the drowsiness receded a little. "You know," he said a litlte more clearly, "the idea of staging our own little Highland games has a bizarre appeal."
"What, with caber-tossing? Nobody else is gonna want in on that if Mr. Marko signs up, you realize. I bet he could get one suborbital if he really tried." Jamie cocked his head. "Not that that wouldn't be fun to watch all by itself." He grinned. "Glad I don't have to ask leading questions to get you thinking about all the fun you can have now, though."
"Yeah. Funny about that..." Nathan smiled a little, taking a bite of the cookie. "Think it's starting to sink in. Loopy as I still am..." He looked up at Jamie, raising an eyebrow. "Would I look stupid in a kilt?"
"Nah." The grin turned just a shade mischievous. "Of course, now you have to ask yourself, am I saying that because I really think you wouldn't, or am I saying it because it'll be funny?"
"Oh, I'm thinking it'll be funny anyway. Kilt or not. That's what happens when you deliberately set out to make a spectacle of yourself." He smiled again, almost nostalgically this time. The memories of Santorini didn't make him sleepy at all. "I promised her." Shouting it from the mountaintops.
"Preaching to the percussion section." Jamie's smile was equally nostalgic. "Granted, Alison had to push me a whole lot at first, but I did actually write a song that did actually get performed in public, which counts for something. Spectacle can be . . . a lot of fun."
"I won't be singing," Nathan said as firmly as he could. "That, at least, I can spare you all." Although the comedy value for the audience would probably be higher that way.
Jamie snorted. "Neither did I. Alison's friend the club owner did that part. Favor to her, me, Kitty, and the rest of the world, believe me. There's a reason I'm a drummer."
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