The loft above Luke's, Saturday morning

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Eliot's clothes had all wound up in the general door to couch area, and it wasn't like he had any spares lying around (and trying to wear Hardison's would make him look like a kid playing dress-up), so after a quick shower (when did Hardison and Parker get all this hair stuff? And why was it all the stuff Eliot used?), he wandered out into the living room area in nothing but a towel to at least find his shirt before he got started on breakfast. (He'd learned early in his cooking career that you just didn't work with those kinds of temperatures without covering your chest. And aprons didn't count.)

And froze, grabbing onto the towel to hold it in place, when he spotted the twelve year old girl standing over by the door.

"The kitchen staff downstairs said you'd be up here," she said.

"Um," said Eliot.

"Why are you living with Uncle Hardison and Aunt Parker?" she asked.

"Um," said Eliot.

"You guys need to clean up in here better, Daddy." She nudged the crumpled pile of pants by the couch with the toe of her shoe. "Mummy would not approve."

Eliot rubbed his hand down his face. "Goddammit, Fandom."

[ooc: generally for the assortment of folks currently at or soon to be arriving at the loft, with bouts of slowplay on all sides, but also open!]

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"And he's your papa?" Eliot asked, pointing at Hardison. Just to make sure he was keeping this whole crazy thing straight. "Damn right he ain't allowed to cook."

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"Excuse you," Hardison said at the same time Ada chirped, "Of course that's papa!"

"I am allowed to cook in my own house, you know," Hardison continued on. "I am a man grown, I'mma cook if I want to."

Then he had to pause and check. "...I did live there, right? Wherever it is you live? I live there, too?"

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"Of course you live there!" Ada replied, rolling her eyes. What an absurd question. "You and me and Daddy and Aunt Parker! But Daddy does get to tell you that you can't cook. I mean, you can use the microwave to cook your frozen food--" said with all the disdain a child unnaturally gifted with attitude could muster "--but not the stove or with Daddy's special orange-bottomed pans. There are rules."

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And there was Eliot's first real smile of the morning. "Yeah, Hardison. There are rules."

Yeah, he was skipping right past the whole 'three thieves and a baby' thing right now. That way lay a brick wall labeled 'Eliot's commitment issues' that no one wanted to deal with, right now.

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"Are there rules about who can touch my computer equipment, then?" Hardison demanded. "Cause if we're all gonna make rules about who can and can't do stuff, I wanna make some, too."

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Ada shrugged. "Sure. But nobody wants to."

Which...wasn't entirely true. But if Papa didn't know that Ada liked to hack his systems, he'd probably be more careless with his tech!

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"Daddy doesn't do computers," Joey said. "He once broke my phone by looking at it."

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Hardison grinned at that. "See? Baby girl knows what I'm talkin' about."