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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[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?"

[weetinymiracles.livejournal.com]

"Waffles, please! And juice!"

Rachel took in the other kids in the common room. At least none of them was calling her daddy Daddy. Though Jadie was cool.

"Is time travel why you and Mommy have separate rooms?"

[morphingtumbler.livejournal.com]

Jadie snorted and began to jump up and down on the couch. "Or to keep my Mommy from going all gr...argh." Yeah, she totally made bear claws there.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco decided that for the sake of his sanity he would focus on one thing. "Okay. Juice. Waffles that go in the toaster, okay?"

[weetinymiracles.livejournal.com]

"No homemade waffles?" Rachel asked, rather affronted by this.

[morphingtumbler.livejournal.com]

"From Daddy?" Jadie asked with a smirk. A very familiar smirk.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Sorry. Toaster only unless you want to set the school on fire." Wait. Back up. "We don't want to set the school on fire."

[weetinymiracles.livejournal.com]

Rachel giggled. "Okay, and don't forget to call Mommy!"

[morphingtumbler.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh! She'll be all worried and angry!" Jadie shouted, apparently having some trouble grasping the concept that she and Rachel had different mommies.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco totally didn't say fuck. Really. But he did call Joan. And explain the situation. If by explain you mean. "Kids. Fifth floor common room. Waffles. Help."

[weetinymiracles.livejournal.com]

Rachel was bouncing now. "HI MOMMY!" she shouted.

"And now breakfast?"

[morphingtumbler.livejournal.com]

"BREAKFAST! It's important!" Jadie said, bouncing off of the couch.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Very important." Marco could work with short sentences right now. Really short ones. "Sitting good too." He was also feeding waffles to the toaster.

[weetinymiracles.livejournal.com]

"This is the school where you and Mommy met, right?" Rachel asked, sitting at the table and waiting for her breakfast.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco nodded. "Yes." He also gave each girl a waffle before feeding more waffles to the toaster. "How did you end up here?"

[morphingtumbler.livejournal.com]

"The tooth fairy?" Jadie tried looking innocent and eating her waffle.

[weetinymiracles.livejournal.com]

Rachel shrugged and dug into her waffle. "I dunno. There was a shimmery thing and then here I was!"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco glanced over at Jadie who shrugged innocently. "Right. Shimmery portal. I am so never going to ... finish this sentence here have another waffle."

[weetinymiracles.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, Daddy!" Rachel said, beaming at him. "Can I have some juice?"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Sure." Marco said and poured juice for all three of them. He totally understood why people drank now.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan was beginning to understand that as well, after meeting one daughter with wings and one son who seemed determined to spill her secret.

When she spotted Marco sitting with TWO kids, she nearly passed out.

"Uh, morning?"

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"Oh good." Marco said, shoving another waffle at the girls.

[weetinymiracles.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Mommy!" Rachel grinned up from her breakfast. "Daddy maded me and Jadie breakfast cause there's no servants here."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Jadie frowned. "You're not my mommy." She said with a pout.

Marco sighed. "No, your mommy isn't here. Hi Joan. Help." He somehow tried to sign over Jadie's head that her mommy was kind of dead to Joan but it probably just looked like a lot of flailing.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan totally didn't understand his flailing. But that was okay because she was doing some flailing of her own. Hopefully Marco would be so distracted by the kids that he wouldn't ask why she disappeared from prom last night.

"You look like you have breakfast under control," she said.