Scotland, 2004--Sunday Morning, Main Kitchen

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The kitchen was fully stocked with breakfast items. Oatmeal, bacon, sausages, eggs, tomatoes, onions, mushrooms, potatoes, plus the makings for pancakes or waffles, if someone was so inclined. For the less alive crowd, there were also bags of orangutan and pig's blood in the refrigerator. Probably best not to ask how those got there so quickly.

Dawn was contemplating the ingredients and wondering if she wanted to attempt to make some scones.

[ooc: Last Scotland post! NFB and open to everyone here. No OCD. Departure portal will be handwaved, unless people want a post to say goodbyes.]

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[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

Faith grunted. "Good, 'cause my pancakes suck." And tried to get her hair out of her face, with minimal success.

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"Mine aren't great either," Dawn told her, "but I'm kinda getting the hang of omelettes. Dean is best at making breakfasts, though. He feeds me all the time." Smirking, she asked, "So, the hair...statement or lack of brush?"

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"We should get his ass down here to cook, then." She made a face. "More like, woke up, smelled food, too fuckin' tired to care. Put clothes on, so, y'know. That's somethin'."

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Snickering, she said, "Hey, more likely that you know where he is right now than I do. And, hey, clothes. Definite progress."

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"Didn't say I didn't know where he was," Faith smirked. And then hesitated. "You, uh, you and he used to ... that's not a problem, is it?"

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"Me and Dean?" Dawn blinked for a minute, "Naah, he sleeps with people all the time. If we were still together, or you'd slept with Sam, I'd be crazy nuts with the door slamming, but we're good."

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Faith laughed. "Nah, if he'd still been with ya, I'd've kicked him for askin'. Just didn't want, y'know. Dunno how that goes."

She flushed a little. "Man. Asked if I could watch, they invited me in, how'm I supposed to turn that down?'

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After a quick glance around the kitchen for either Winchester or Sam, she whispered, "First guy I ever almost loved, but didn't quite get there, since I kissed Sam by accident. We're really good friends now, but it's not the same, y'know?"

Dawn's eyes widened. "Holy crap. I think you just lived the fantasy of half my school."

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, figured it wasn't, uh. He said you guys didn't ... use the box? Kinda guessed that meant it was okay." She shrugged, scratching at her head. "Glad you're friends. Didn't wanna ... seem like I was doin' shit to you or whatever."

She laughed at the last bit. "Damn. All I can say for that. That shit could get addictive in a hurry."

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"Nope. Came close once, but never quite got there," Dawn admitted, "and no, it's not about me, I get that." She felt very reasonable, considering she hadn't dated Dean in almost a year. "I have some mechanical and logistical questions about how that would work, but you'd answer them and Alec would probably draw me a picture, so maybe I'll just keep them to myself for a while. Seems...very pretty, though."

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"Very pretty," Faith agreed. "Not too hard to figure out. Sex is kinda tabs and slots, Dawnie. You got hands and mouths added in there and you got a party."

She smiled for a few moments, staring blissfully at a nonexistent spot over Dawn's shoulder. Faith was really starting to like Scotland.

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"That much I kinda figured out," Dawn said, giggling.

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

"I bet he could draw some fun pictures, though," she grinned. "You, uh. So you guys are goin' back soon?"

She sounded completely unconcerned. Really.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, we've got class things tomorrow, assuming time is running properly and we haven't missed a couple of years," she said, then offered, "But you can still come visit."

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"Stuff like that time-thing happen a lot?" Faith shuddered. "Make a weekend trip and everybody's, like, older? That'd be trippy."

She munched a bit on her blood pancake - which was actually not too bad - before muttering, "and, yeah, you know, I'll have to drop by sometime. You know, when I'm around or whatever."

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"Xander--er, other Xander--went away for six months and ended up being about six years older," Dawn explained, "so I guess it could work in reverse?"

"We don't have any vampires, but there's always a chance of trolls. Hopefully no one'll try and talk you into babysitting."

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"That's kinda scary. I mean, you can't ever leave, or else people might be, y'know. Older and shit." She shuddered a bit. "Don't think I've ever fought trolls. And you don't wanna leave me with kids. Trust me on that one, Dawnie."

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"Trolls sucked," she said bluntly, "And they kidnapped Sam, but the smackdown I got to help with was fun. And why not? I mean, not that I'm having them tomorrow, but you wouldn't let anything hurt them."

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

Faith snorted at that. "Like hell I wouldn't. They started bugging me, I'd walk out and get some Jim Beam. Leave the door wide open in case they wanted to play in traffic."

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Dawn just shot her a look. There was no way Faith would let a little kid get hurt, no matter how much Faith might say otherwise.