Fifth Floor Common Room, Late Saturday Morning

[not_in_the_book]

"There's some orange juice in the fridge," Ronan said, as he pulled two tumblers out of the cupboard. "D'you want to pour us some?"

He started assembling items for breakfast -- eggs, bread, bacon, sausage...

[Open! And there will be lots of food to share, oh yes.]

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[nolan-kidlets.livejournal.com]

Katrina went to the fridge and got out the orange juice, being careful not to spill it. "Right. What year is it, Daddy? I should've looked for a newspaper, but I figured out where I was first, so, I didn't. Find out where and when," she sing-songed, clearly parroting someone, "then find out why. Not the other way around." She slowly poured the orange juice, not spilling a drop.

[not_in_the_book]

"2009," Ronan told her. "And that's good advice. Mine, or your mother's?"

He got to work on breakfast, starting the bacon and the sausages in two separate pans while he began cutting holes in the bread.

Lots of bread. He fully expected many others to be coming by looking for food.

[nolan-kidlets.livejournal.com]

"Yours. Mom says to always have chocolate and at least one diamond bracelet." Katrina held out her ankle so Ronan could see the anklet her mom had gotten her for her last birthday, with all the diamonds turned inside so it looked just like a little chain. "'Cause they're Items of Universal Exchange."

[not_in_the_book]

"And the chocolate?" Ronan asked, grinning. That certainly did sound like Parker-advice -- and was very sound, too.

He just hoped the chocolate was high-quality.

[nolan-kidlets.livejournal.com]

"Is food and you can trade it on some planets!" Katrina nodded carefully. "Just in case. You never know." She raised an eyebrow at him. "You don't go out without it, do you?"

[canadianwizkid.livejournal.com]

A little boy dragged Tony into the common room. "Da!" he exclaimed "Waffles, please? Please please please?"

[not_in_the_book]

"No waffles," Ronan said, "but there's egg-in-a-hole, and bacon and sausage, if you'd like. And orange juice."

He looked up at Tony. "Ours?" he mouthed.

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Tony nodded and shrugged helplessly.

[canadianwizkid.livejournal.com]

"Sausage and eggs!" Colin ran up to hug Ronan. "Da? Are we really in olden times?"

[not_in_the_book]

"Well, I wouldn't call it olden times, but yeah, you're in the past," Ronan explained, smiling softly. "In fact, you haven't even happened to use yet."

If ever.

Sometimes he hated days like this, for futures that might never come.

[nolan-kidlets.livejournal.com]

"Hi Tony," Katrina said calmly. "Juice?"

[wantstodirect]

"Hi," Tony said. He had no idea who she was. "Sure. Thanks."

[nolan-kidlets.livejournal.com]

Katrina studied the new little kid with interest, catching the byplay between Tony and Ronan, too. "Hello. I'm Katrina. Would you like some juice?"

[canadianwizkid.livejournal.com]

"Yes, please!" Colin said politely. "I'm Colin. It's very nice to meet you."

[nolan-kidlets.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you too," Katrina said, pouring him a glass, and watching him with fascination. "So you're my sort-of brother? I guess? I'm eight. How old are you?"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco came into the common room, two small girls trailing behind him. "Help?" He totally asked.

[weetinymiracles.livejournal.com]

"Breakfast, YAY!"

Rachel was really a cheerful child. "Are these the servants?"

[morphingtumbler.livejournal.com]

"Lucy makes the best pancakes." Jadie said, in agreement.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco could only process so much at a time. "No servants. School mates. Time travel too." Look, he was trying. "Uh...food?"

[nolan-kidlets.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Katrina said to the new little girls, looking interested. "Want some juice?"

[weetinymiracles.livejournal.com]

"Sure!" Rachel said. "I like juice!"

[morphingtumbler.livejournal.com]

"Sure!" Jadie said, half bouncing.

[nolan-kidlets.livejournal.com]

"Orange juice?" Katrina offered, looking sympathetic. Maybe he didn't know how to babysit?

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Tell me you're not mine." Marco half begged.

[nolan-kidlets.livejournal.com]

Katrina chortled as she poured him juice, and said, "I'm not yours. I'm Daddy's," and she nodded to Ronan, "And Parker's. Do you know them at all?"