4th floor common room: Sunday Morning

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair had gone to eat a sandwich from the fridge and almost bit into mold. So he decided that it was time for the fridge to be cleaned out and the food tested for edibility. Figuring that breakfast was something that everyone enjoyed, he started cooking. He did find some eggs but the rest of breakfast was a weird mix of leftover pizza, sandwiches, old Chinese food, garlic bread and pudding pops.

Bouncing as he worked, Blair whistled happily and munched from a container of take-out chicken.

[ooc: open! Leftover food is totally moddable! And now in the right place!]

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[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"I thought it was pretty good," Jude chuckled.

Okay. Should not be getting used to being called 'Daddy', even if it was totally cute and adorable.

[dude-its-bayla.livejournal.com]

Bayla eyerolled at him. "Your bad jokes are soooooooo bad."

She leaned over to give him a big kiss on the cheek. "'Sokay. You give good pony rides. And I still love you."

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

Jude? Heart? Puddle. Wibbly little puddle. Bayla must be the most spoiled little girl in the theoretical future universe.

"I love you too, little girl-dude," he said, swinging her around to give her a big hug.

[dude-its-bayla.livejournal.com]

Bayla giggled. And hugged back.

And boy, did she get away with murder in that theoretical future universe.

"You're silly, Daddy." She bounced a little. "Can I get ice cream?"

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"I think there's some . . . want me to look?"

Waffles and ice cream. Made total sense.

[dude-its-bayla.livejournal.com]

"YES! Ice-cream! Ice-cream! Yay, yay, yay!"

Because what Bayla needed most was more sugar.

[dude-its-jude.livejournal.com]

"Okay, bra, totally going to do this as a team job," Jude said, helping her up to his shoulders again and heading for the fridge.

[dude-its-bayla.livejournal.com]

There was much clapping and cheering him on. And putting his toque back on and pulling it down over his eyes. And also, putting her hands over his eyes when he was trying not to walk into things.