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MHA #4; Saturday Afternoon [08/19].
Aug. 19th, 2023 03:59 amSummer had sent Stark out earlier that morning, to get some fresh air, to give her some space, and to maybe pick up a few things, but now he was back and had attention demanded of him by Pancakes, which lead to them both falling asleep together on the couch. Which was fine by Summer, because she had a lot to do in the kitchen, between the brownies and getting things started on the utterly ridiculous recipe she'd stumbled across that she'd been absolutely dying to try.
She'd gotten the brownies going while Stark was out, so when he came back, he was definitely coming back to an apartment infused with chocolatey goodness. And while he was napping, she got started on the chicken, so the now it was definitely more that savory barbeque. Baked it up, shredded it, then meticulously layered it with the tortillas and cheese and went to let it set in the fridge for a bit until it was time for the next steps.
Which meant she was now at a little bit of a conundrum. Sleep had definitely been a tricky thing for Stark still, although it was getting better, so she was a little reluctantly to actually wake him up. She should let him get in as much sleep as he could. But, on the other hand, most of the time, that sleep was inevitably interrupted with a nightmare. And she had the opportunity to help him wake up in a much more pleasant way that also involved a lot less screaming and crying, which was better for her, too, and didn't annoy the cat.
So, bringing over the plate of brownies to set on the coffee table, she then leaned over to give him a soft kiss on the cheek and a gentle nudge.
"Hey. Sleepyhead. Wake up, or else I'm eating all these by myself."
She'd huffed and entire K-Zax Array before. She'd be fiiiine.
[[ for the brutally modded alien on the couch, unless anyone else wants to get in touch, and CW for recreation drug use, y'all. ]]
She'd gotten the brownies going while Stark was out, so when he came back, he was definitely coming back to an apartment infused with chocolatey goodness. And while he was napping, she got started on the chicken, so the now it was definitely more that savory barbeque. Baked it up, shredded it, then meticulously layered it with the tortillas and cheese and went to let it set in the fridge for a bit until it was time for the next steps.
Which meant she was now at a little bit of a conundrum. Sleep had definitely been a tricky thing for Stark still, although it was getting better, so she was a little reluctantly to actually wake him up. She should let him get in as much sleep as he could. But, on the other hand, most of the time, that sleep was inevitably interrupted with a nightmare. And she had the opportunity to help him wake up in a much more pleasant way that also involved a lot less screaming and crying, which was better for her, too, and didn't annoy the cat.
So, bringing over the plate of brownies to set on the coffee table, she then leaned over to give him a soft kiss on the cheek and a gentle nudge.
"Hey. Sleepyhead. Wake up, or else I'm eating all these by myself."
She'd huffed and entire K-Zax Array before. She'd be fiiiine.
[[ for the brutally modded alien on the couch, unless anyone else wants to get in touch, and CW for recreation drug use, y'all. ]]
