AIM Log with 45825243_t78_a - 3/11/11

[phasing_cat]

No particular 'verse, just unavoidable cuteness

 

Kitty: Then good morning sweetheart! *kisses* Want some breakfast?

Logan: Hmm... *kisses back* Yeah. Hungry.

Kitty: *runs fingers through his unruly hair* What do you want?

Logan: *takes the hand away from his hair and kisses it, randomly* Everythin'.

Kitty: *laughs, rolling out of bed* Everything in the whole world?

Logan: Well, everythin' in the fridge will do. For now. *rolls on side to keep looking at her*

Kitty: *pulls a robe on over her naked body, then looks at him over her shoulder* You expecting breakfast in bed?

Logan: Hrm. Guess I can get up.... *thinks about it*

Kitty: *eyebrow* Take your time, it should take me a while to cook everything in the fridge.

Logan: Alright. How 'bout half the things in the fridge? *makes like this is a huge sacrifice*

Kitty: *pads barefoot into the kitchen and starts taking stuff out of the fridge* Hey, do you want american bacon or canadian bacon?

Logan: Always did like foreign cuisine... *smirky smirk at himself because he's so clever* American.
Kitty:  *snorts and takes it out, getting out bowls and pans*

Logan: *finally gets up and puts on some jeans before joining her in the kitchen* Smells good. *kisses her neck*

Kitty: *reaches up to lightly touch his cheek before returning to the cooking* I thought eggs and meat and pancakes should be enough for even you.

Logan: Hrm... I'll live. *but the way he said it really means: 'sounds perfect, thanks!' in normal human language*

Kitty: *starts pouring pancakes into the pan* Do you think you can manage to get us something to drink?

Logan: S'pose so.... Whaddaya want, darlin'?

Kitty: Do we have any juice?

Logan: *looks around* We got oranges. Can make the juice.

Kitty: That sounds nice, fresh orange juice.

Logan: OK. *not knowing whether they have a juicer, he'll just cut the oranges in half and squeeze them out by hand. But he'll pour the dodgy-looking result through a sieve so it's better*

Kitty: *turns and looks when she hears 'snikt'* You doing that by, uh, hand, then?

Logan: Yup. *three oranges cut in one go! it's only practical*

Kitty: *focuses on not burning the pancakes, flipping them over with a spatula* Please don't cut up the counter.  Again.

Logan: *rubs at a little fresh scratch on the counter, glancing at her over his shoulder to see if she caught him* Would I do a thing like that? *moves something to it covers the scratch, then proceeds with the sieving*

Kitty: *moves the pancakes to a plate, then starts on the eggs and bacon in the same pan* Just because it's early doesn't mean I have no memory, mister.

Logan: Hey, you want me in the kitchen for more than eatin', I'm gonna use it.  *should pour the juice... goes for a sneaky pancake-grab instead*

Kitty:  *smacks at his hand* Not yet!

Logan: *makes displeased face, but does as he's told, and pours the juice*

Kitty: *starts carrying everything over to the table, getting butter and syrup from the fridge*

Logan: *follows with... just the juice. He's making an effort*

Kitty: *She knows, and appreciates it. She sits and starts helping herself* Thanks, baby.

Logan:* looks at the food, enjoying the sights and smells already* You too... *pancake now..? nah, eggs and bacon first*

Kitty: *wraps up eggs and bacon in a pancake like a fajita and takes a bite*

Logan: *sloooow eyebrow raise; that's a new one on him, but he likes it!*

Kitty: Mmmm. *reaches for the juice and takes a drink* Wow, this is really good!

Logan: *all proud of himself now* Well, y'can't beat fresh juice. *unless you got beer, but... even he can skip that at the breakfast table*

Kitty: *nods and keeps eating, a small smile on her face*

Logan: *tries to copy her pancake fajita skills; spills some filling, but only on his plate* Mmmm -... *well, he can't talk because he's eating. But you get the idea*

Kitty: *snorts, then coughs as the snorting made egg go up her nose*

Logan: *slows his chewing to check if she's all right* Y'a'ight? *with mouth full*

Kitty: *and him spewing crumbs just makes her choke more. she's not sure if she's dying or laughing*

Logan: *neither is he, and he's a bit worried, even if she isn't turning blue yet. He pushes his glass of juice over to her to she can drink something. That helps when choking, right?*

Kitty: *she takes the glass, taking long swallows until she can breathe again* Stop being so adorable. You're killing me.