75 Godiva Street, Saturday morning

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It took Eliot approximately two seconds after he woke up to recognize that something was distinctly not right. He sat up slowly, noting the -- rather drastic, really -- change in his weight distribution, especially across the chest. He didn't remember straining anything working out, yesterday, or anything else that would account for any of this. And anyway, it didn't hurt. His whole body just felt . . . weird.

Which for a guy who spent his life insanely aware of his body and how it was functioning was just a little bit disconcerting.

He finally got around to opening his eyes and looking down about ten seconds after he woke up. The growled out "Dammit, Fandom," was rather higher pitched than normal, but no less deeply irritated.

Sometimes he really did hate this island.

[ooc: for those who'd be in the bed with him.]

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"What's a utilikilt?" Parker poked the bag over to Hardison. "You should try on the one I got for you, too, then." To Eliot she said, "Are their pictures? And I'm putting this pitcher of frozen margaritas in the fridge for later."

And then she would have her camera ready, yup yup yup.

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"This was well before cell phone cameras, Parker," Eliot said. "And on a military base. No pictures." He shrugged. "Honestly, skirt and a kilt ain't really different. 'Cept Fandom's never stuck me in a magic miniskirt all day."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Of course Fandom had a magical miniskirt day. Of course it did.

"Easier to show than explain," Hardison said, pulling out his phone to access the ultikilt's website. "They're popular to wear at conventions: durable, sturdy, lotsa pockets, popular. I had a couple for a few years. Might still be in a box at my Nana's, if I'm rememberin' right."

He took a long sip of his margarita. Oooh! This was good! Because drinking on an empty stomach was indeed the best plan.

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Parker peered over his shoulder, not yet over the novelty of that. "You should wear that more often," she decided, able to rest her chin on his head. She'd poured one margarita for herself. And one for Eliot, off to the side, too. "You have nice legs whether you're a guy or not." She paused. "I might've stopped by 'Dite's to get you some other stuff too."

You know. Stuff. With extra batteries. You're welcome.

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Eliot blinked at that. And looked down.

Okay, admittedly that he was curious about.

He shook his head and started dishing out pancakes. "Sounds like you've got some ideas for the weekend, Parker."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Hardison knocked his margarita over--and he wasn't even drunk yet. "Uhh--you did?" he asked. "You do? What kind of, umm, stuff?"

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"There's this one thing with a tongue," Parker said, rummaging in the bag, "and then there's a couple things with batteries too. They're purple."

So much better than pink! She grinned at Eliot. "Ooo, those pancakes look good."

Time to get carbed up.

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"Sounds like I'd better make extras," Eliot noted, smirking back. "If we're gonna be that busy all day."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

For once, Hardison was not even the least bit paying attention to the food set in front of him. "So, I take it we ain't leavin' at all today?" He grinned. "You should also make somethin' quick an' easy for lunch," he decided. "Nothin' that needs warmin' up."

Just as a suggestion.

"Maybe stuff that can be fed. Just sayin'."

Loo

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"Chocolate syrup!" Good for pancakes or people! "I stopped at the grocery store too."