First Floor Garage, Sunday Morning

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Sam had slept pretty well, but now had a burning desire to be greasy, which she was chalking up to a reaction to formalwear and heels. Since the other option--heading over to the gun range--didn't appeal right now, she was back with the swoop bike and trying to tweak the settings on the steering and brakes. They were still a little too sensitive for her, which shouldn't be a huge surprise, since they originally came from Anakin.

Within minutes, she was filthy, wearing a pair of old jeans and a sweatshirt, with a fresh pot full of coffee and doughnuts on the table, singing along to the radio.


[ooc: Open to everyone.]

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam rolled her eyes. It wasn't breakfast anymore, but it wasn't like it really mattered. "Either pancakes or waffles, guys, and if you want ice cream, you have regular milk," she started herding them towards the door.

[minor-k.livejournal.com]

"Awwww, mooooooom," Eddie complained, and looked hopefully at his Dad.

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Don't look at me. She's the boss. But if you get pancakes, you can put maple syrup in your milk."

[minor-k.livejournal.com]

"I like maple milk, but last time Eddie had it, he barfed all over the mess and you had to clean it up. It smelled in there for WEEKS," Lou protested. "Can we get some blue jello too?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"So no maple milk for Eddie," Sam agreed, "and blue jell-o? Really?" She grinned as she followed them out, "Hey, Kawalsky? You have any others show up?"

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"I didn't even know these two had shown up til I got here. Unless there's a brood waiting for me back at the room, this is it. You?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"One more. Jack's son," she said, still not sure how she felt about it, "Or two if you count Jack and Cedric's son, who kind of uses me as a mother surrogate when he has stuff he can't talk to his dads about."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"I shoulda known better than to ask," Kawalsky replied, shaking his head. "What's the kid's name? In case I catch him running around."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Jacob Harkness. After dad, I assume." She smiled, "Jake. He's about yay high, light brown hair, blue eyes," she indicated with her hand, "and a big fan of my swoop bike. He wanted to help me fix it."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Definitely your kid. Bet these two are pretty handy with a wrench. Right guys?"

[minor-k.livejournal.com]

"Duh," Eddie replied.

"I changed my mind," Lou said, off in her own world. "I want a moose burger."

"Ugh. You always want weird stuff."

"Do not!"

"Do too! Who eats moose?"

"People in Alaska."

"We're not IN Alaska."

"So? I've never had a moose before. I want a moose burger!"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Next time we're in Alaska, you can have a moose burger," Sam promised, hoping it wasn't a rash one, "but down here in Virginia, there aren't a lot of moose. Could I interest either of you in a deep fried pickle, instead?"

[minor-k.livejournal.com]

They both made a face. "No pickles. Ewwwwww."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Ew," Kawalsky agreed. "We'll get food. And jello. Jello's not food, but it's just as good. Then you guys can tell us ALL about us when we get old. Deal?"

[minor-k.livejournal.com]

Lou shrugged. "Maybe. Depends how good the food is."

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam smirked. "So your daughter." And she wasn't sure how much she wanted to know about the future--space-time continuum and paradoxes still held true.