5th Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

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Kathy was a zombie this morning.

No, really. After staying out far too late in Baltimore last night, she'd come home with the sun well on its way to being up and flopped down on her bed to catch a few blissful hours of sleep. But apparently something had taken her 'few' at face value and decided that a few was all she needed before being woken up by a phone call informing her that she had a kid.

With Ezra.

Oh god.

A weekend of childcare was not something she could deal as sleep deprived as she was, so after a trip downstairs to make sure she hadn't just dreamed that whole conversation, she'd come back up here to try to make herself functional. Which meant coffee. So much coffee. Ridiculous amounts of coffee to be consumed as quickly as possible. And then also food, because she was starving and there were kids and they'd probably be starving and at least Fandom had had the decency to stock the fridge before inflicting small people on the island?

With a second pot of coffee brewing (she hadn't been kidding about needing her caffeine, okay?), Kathy set to work making a decent amount of breakfast for anyone who'd be interested. Omelettes with various kinds of filling, bacon, and toast would make for a decent breakfast for kids, right? And some hoddeok for dessert because she needed some delicious comfort food that reminded her of home right now.

Home, where she didn't have children.

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And, contrariwise, weird how Anders wasn't going to give up the good things about the faith he'd been raised in because the humans in charge at the moment were proper arseholes!

That was an argument for another day, and perhaps one it was for the best they'd never have in earnest.

"Saraeng-hae, Carys," he returned, and then -- a bit more sheepishly -- "And saraeng-hae, Kathy." He didn't mean it quite the way his other self did, but he figured it was true enough for the moment.

He found a website on making hoddeok that made some sense to him,then -- after reading for a moment -- dug his long, clever fingers into the bowl of dough, frowning in concentration as he rolled out a ball for the pancake. He glanced at Kathy every few seconds, hoping she'd signal if he got it wrong.

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"Sarang-hae, Anders," Kathy replied, giving him an understanding smile. No, they might not mean it entirely the same way, but what they had was good enough for them. She nodded in encouragement, letting him know he was doing it fine, and nudged a small bowl of flour his way, surreptitiously pointing to the cutting board.

"This is a good way to end a fight," she added, turning to include Carys in the conversation, too. "Saying 'I love you' and then having delicious treats. I should make a habit of trying this more often."

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Carys, hand hovering over the bowl of sugared walnuts and cheeks bulging slightly, froze in place at being spotted by her mother.

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"Don't steal too many of those, nugbreath," Anders teased with a grin, shifting the ball of dough to the cutting board and awkwardly shaping it to hold the filling. "There won't be anything left for the pancake if you do."

This really was an excellent way to end an argument.