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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"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."

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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."