Second floor common room, Wednesday night

[lovemykilt]

Priestly had squashed himself into the corner of the couch with an ice pack for his wrapped wrist. He was definitely not his usual bouncy, flamboyant self, but there were people around and they weren't stinking and trying to eat him, so he counted that as a win.

"Thanks for coming out to get us, man." He leaned his aching head against the couch cushion and flashed Tony another smile. "The doc was nice and all, but I'd've hated spending the night in the clinic."

[ooc: definitely for Tony and Dinah, but it's a common room, so totally open!]

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[wantstodirect]

"I don't blame you," Tony said. He checked the contents of the freezer. "How do you feel about strawberry-banana shakes?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was pillaging the cupboards, because they hadn't gotten cocoa and she was trying to avoid thinking about her second lovely encounter with the shambling undead. "What he said, Tony. Thank you so much." So she hadn't gotten hurt, so what, safety in numbers, and totally appreciated.

She got out three glasses and the blender, then went to join Priestly on the couch. "How does your wrist feel?"

[lovemykilt]

"Strawberry and banana is good." Priestly tilted sideways in hopes of landing on Dinah's shoulder. "I'm okay, Dinah. I promise."

[wantstodirect]

Tony peeled the banana and dumped it in the blender with the ice cream. He poured the concoction into two glasses and carried them over to Dinah and Priestly. "This is an ancient Canadian remedy for zombie attacks," he told them.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was patting Priestly's poor abused head, which could lean on her shoulder for as long as he wanted. "Really?" she asked. Tiny smile in Tony's direction, very very glad he was there. "Like, it goes back to the times of the first Nations?"

[lovemykilt]

"Here's to learning about ancient Canadia." See? He could still be a little goofy.

Or possibly, at the moment he just thought that was the right term.

[wantstodirect]

Tony got the last glass of shake for himself and settled on a chair near the couch. "The earliest known recipe was found on cave paintings in Saskatchewan."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah started giggling. It might've been reaction. "Little pictures of fruit, being smashed with rocks and shook up in a .... I dunno, a little coconut?" Not that there were coconuts in Canadia. Then again, maybe there were.

[lovemykilt]

The giggling was infectious. "While little stick zombies flee in terror."

[wantstodirect]

Tony shook his head, attempting to keep a straight face. "The ancient Saskatchewans had wind-powered blenders, though the technology was lost by the time the white man arrived."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Totally giggling by now, Dinah almost choked on a gulp of shake. "Maybe they hid them? Underground blenders? Not sharing them with the invaders who don't deserve strawberry-banana shakes?"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly let out a sound that was halfway between a snort and a groan. Laughing hurt his head, but he didn't care. "Underground wind blenders. Awaiting the return of the ancient Saskatchwan king."

[wantstodirect]

Tony snickered, no longer able to keep a straight face.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah totally cracked up. Strange night, violent near-miss, ice cream, friends who were okay. Good recipe for silly.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly snickered into Dinah's shoulder. "'Course, that's a problem . . . 'cause the king coming back from the dead? Totally a zombie. . . ."

[wantstodirect]

Tony cracked up. "He can't return until all strawberry-banana shakes are gone from the world!"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"We better drink up, then. Slurp sluuuuurp, guys." Dinah nearly snort-giggled into her glass. "The return of the One True Blender is at hand!"

[lovemykilt]

"Happy to do my part." Priestly said into his own shake. He was drinking it rather slowly, not wanting to add brain-freeze to his list of aches.

[wantstodirect]

"We should eat something," Tony said. He nearly suggested ordering a pizza, remembered that anything ordered would have to be let in from outside and decided to go with the other option. "I think there's some mac and cheese in the cabinet."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"That sounds really good," Dinah admitted. "I didn't get dinner before stuff happened. I was gonna get a croissant." She glanced down at Priestly, then back to Tony. "Need help, or...?"

[lovemykilt]

Priestly shifted slightly to free up her shoulder. The cushion was almost as comfy, really. "I'm fine. Help out."

[wantstodirect]

Tony jumped up. "I can get it started," he said. "I mean, it's just boiling water, right? I can't screw that up. Probably."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah giggled, and hugged Priestly again. "I'm gonna help anyway, Tony." She got up and pointed at Priestly. "Do you need more Tylenol? I can get that too."

[lovemykilt]

"I'm good." Honestly, he was pretty sure the shake was about all he could keep down just now, anyway. "Got my ice."

[wantstodirect]

Tony grabbed a couple of boxes of macaroni and cheese from the cabinet and found a pot to fill with water. "Don't doze off on us, man, you gotta stay awake for a bit."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"We'll stick around here with you," Dinah promised, getting out plates and cutlery, and checking the fridge for butter. "Have an all-nighter with whatever we can find, and something really fluffy on TV, if that doesn't hurt your head to watch. Otherwise, we'll draw cave drawings for the Blender King."

[lovemykilt]

"Doc said to rest." Priestly shrugged, not picking his head up off the cushion. "Sleeping's okay, just gotta wake up every now and then, ya know?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"That works. We'll hang out here and wake you up to check on you every couple hours," Dinah said, after helping Tony set the pan for the macaroni, wandering back over. "We're not going anywhere."