75 Godiva Street, Sunday evening

[vdistinctive]

Eliot wasn't sure who had first started using the term for the occasions when the whole team got together for a friendly meal, instead of eating during a meeting for a job, but somewhere along the lines, "family dinner" had become official. With Nate and Sophie on the island, that was just what the team was doing now, with Eliot putting the finishing touches on his spaghetti sauce (one of the few dishes they all could agree on), Hardison and Parker grabbing dishes and napkins to set the table, and Val skipping about excitedly underfoot, all of them moving easily in and around each other with the ease of long practice.

Nate stood in the doorway with a beer and watched the process with a small smile.

"I take it Hardison bought your home out from under you, too?" he asked when he managed a moment with Eliot alone. The look on Eliot's face wasn't entirely quantifiable. It contained rather a lot of fond amusement, though.

"Sure," he said. "Somethin' like that.

[ooc: for the teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeam!]

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[geniuswithasmartphone]

"To new experiences that teach you more about who you are," Hardison said, his glass in the air.

[vdistinctive]

"To --" Eliot began, his beer raised, but was interrupted by Val, who popped up to rest her front paws on the table and barked, sniffing for the spaghetti. "Dammit, Val, down."

[andiamathief.livejournal.com]

"To all of us," Nate said, lifting his (recently refilled) glass in one hand and reaching over to fluff Val's ears with the other. "We may change shape, but we're still a team."

[vdistinctive]

"Mm. Speakin' of." Eliot grinned. "We got pictures of when we were turned into women, right?"