somethingwithturquoise | MHA #4; Sunday Morning [11/05].

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MHA #4; Sunday Morning [11/05].

So, last night, Stark had come over with a box of cookies from J,GoB, and it had completely ruined her entire day. Well, okay, not really, and, honestly, she would be the first to admit that she kind of deserved it, but there was no way anyone was going to show up to her place with Santa cookies that tasted like pumpkin and turkey-shaped cookies that tasted like peppermint and not suffer some kind of consequences.

The rest of the evening, then, was spent plotting her revenge (well, not entirely, but anyway), so in the morning, when she got up, she was ready to return the favor, gave him a kiss on the cheek and announced that she wanted to go make breakfast, but she wanted it to be a surprise. Naturally, Stark was immediately suspicious of this and asked if it was going to be a gross breakfast, but Summer just shrugged and batted her eyes sweetly at him and told him he'd have to wait and see.

A good deal later, after Summer had finished with the final touches and cleaned up a little to get rid of the evidence, and made sure there was some coffee ready, her voice called out with a sing=song, "Okay, Stark! It's ready!"

And then went to go grab the Eggo Sippin' Cream, because what was 'breakfast spaghetti' without a little boozy waffle drink to go with it??

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"It's breakfast spaghetti!" Summer announced proudly, holding up the (alleged) little muffin-tin pasta bites that she'd arranged so neatly onto a platter up for him to see. "We made it all the time when I was growing up. Trust me, if there's one meal my family fucking goes apeshit for, it's spaghetti, and sometimes my dad just liked to get creative with it, and when my mom was working long overnight shifts at the horse hospital....well, that's how you get breakfast spaghetti tradition!"

She knew Stark didn't know her family nearly enough to realize just how convincing this explanation really was, but, you know what? That's what would hopefully make it so effective. Anyone who did know the Smiths intimately would hear that and immediately nod and think yeah, that tracks.

Stark didn't really know her family, it was true. He'd met the dead version of Morty and he'd (unfortunately) met Rick on the tiny planet. But he'd heard plenty about them and this did seem extremely plausible.

"Breakfast spaghetti," he repeated. "All right. Let's have breakfast spaghetti. I like spaghetti. And coffee?" The coffee smelled good.

"And coffee," Summer confirmed, and that, at least, Stark could trust fully, she wasn't going to fuck with coffee unless someone had really done her dirty. "Plus that weird Eggo creamy breakfast booze."

She handed the platter out for him.

"Bring that over to the table, and I'll get the coffees?"

"Trying to get me drunk this early in the day?" Stark asked, another of those ridiculously fond smiles on his face as he took the platter and turned toward the table.

"I was expecting revenge. After the cookies. Not spaghetti and breakfast alcohol and coffee. Something gross."

"I would argue," Summer said, with the mason jar of boozy breakfast tucked under her arm while her hands held the two mugs of coffee doctored up good and sweet and taking advantage of her plethora of flavored syrups from her jello enterprises, before going to go join Stark at the table, "that breakfast alcohol is pretty gross, but, also, if I have it, I couldn't not included. But no." She smiled sweetly, setting Stark's coffee down for him. "No revenge."

"It might be gross," Stark said with a nod towards the jar. "But sometimes I like a little gross." As if Summer were not intimately aware of that fact.

"Thank you, for breakfast. Revenge-free breakfast. And coffee."

He was going to take a sip of the very sweet coffee now, and grin. "Very nice."

"You're welcome," Summer said, with a nod, and using her sip of coffee more of a good prop to help her keep a straight face through all of this. "I like making breakfast for you. And, honestly, it's a shame I haven't made breakfast spaghetti for you yet!"

Even if she did literally just make it up last night when she was plotting her....not-revenge!

"I like having breakfast with you," Stark said. Because that meant they'd woken up in the same place. "I'm looking forward to breakfast spaghetti."

He was going to be shocked when he went to take a bite in a moment, but in a good way.

"Well, go ahead and help yourself," Summer instructed, reaching over to pluck one off the platter for herself and taking a moment to sort of marvel at the amazing transformative abilities of the power of suggestion, like, seriously, she was so good at this. "You don't want it to get too cold."

Forget the fact that weren't even remotely warm at all.

Stark picked up his own, which was also not warm, and since it was cupcake-shaped went to just take a bite out of it.

And...chewed it. And swallowed. And gave Summer a very odd look.

"You lied," he said in a tone of mock dismay. "It was cake!"

There was no other reasonable course of action here. He simply had to stand up and walk over to her chair to give her a kiss. What else could he do?

Summer somehow managed to keep a straight face all the way up to that ultimate realization and accusation of betrayal, after which she could do nothing more than preen proudly over her excellent deception.

"It was cake!" she confirmed. "Pretty amaz--"

But she blinked, cutting herself off with surprise when Stark stood up, brows lifted to see what he was apparently going to do about it.

And when kissing her was what he was going to do about it, she couldn't help grinning smugly into that kiss.

"I figured," she said, "one good mindfuck deserved another."

"I love it," Stark told her as he pulled back. "I love you."

He loved saying that, too.

"Perfect. Was it hard to make?"

"Oh. My. God," Summer immediately groaned and rolled her eyes, which was probably enough to have answered that, but she elaborated. "They were such a pain in the ass! And did you notice? I actually roasted garlic to make sure it even smelled like spaghetti!"

She so did not need to go even remotely that hard!

"It does smell like spaghetti. You are amazing," Stark told her, wonderingly.

All that because he'd brought her confusingly flavored cookies!

"Maybe we should have spaghetti, real spaghetti, for dinner? I can cook for you. If you want, later?"

Summer was about to protest about having to make actual spaghetti after spending all morning making fake spaghetti, but that last part had her swallowing the protest down and replacing it with a pleased smile.

"Yeah?" she asked. "You'll cook dinner tonight?"

"If you like," Stark said, nodding. "I like cooking for you. And eating with you. We can have dinner and...I don't know. Watch a movie maybe? Just...relax. Together."

He just really liked being together. Being here, with Summer, made him happy.

"That sounds really nice," Summer smiled softly. "Is there any movie in particular you might want to watch?"

"No scary movies," Stark said, shaking his head a little as he moved to sit back down. "Not after the tiny planet. Something funny, maybe? I don't pay much attention to what there is."

Also they should not watch Titanic, obviously.

"Well," Summer looked thoughtful for a moment, washing a bite of fake spaghetti down with a sip of blissfully real coffee, "have you ever seen the one about the rat who likes to cook? The main guy in that one's name is actually Spaghetti."

At least it was in her version of it!

"I haven't," Stark said. "But it sounds like a good choice."

He took a bite of his fake spaghetti. "We can eat spaghetti and watch Spaghetti and rats. Cartoon rats? Or are they real ones?"

Look, he lived here. Actual rats in a movie that cooked wouldn't be that weird.

"We should try your 'breakfast booze' too."

"I might actually save the breakfast booze for after my breakfast spaghetti," Summer said with a snort. "But you? Can go right on ahead with that without me.

"But, yeah, cartoon rats. It's animated. I think you'll like it, it's pretty cute."

"I like cute," Stark said. "And rats aren't raccoons, so that's fine."

No adorable cartoon raccoons for Stark! He might have to rethink his opinions on the animals.

"I think I will try the breakfast booze. Just to see how gross it really is. Should I get a glass? Or drink from the jar?"

What was the proper protocol for sippin' cream?

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