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[doubleoohbaby]

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[doubleoohbaby]

[Omnomnom, he loves food. And once he's stopped shovelling for two seconds, he spots the offered fork and leans in, taking a mouthful and offering a grunt of approval. He would hand over some of his, but y'know, bacon.]

[hexappeal]

[Perfectly fine without an offer in return, bacon or not! She'll just carb up over here, okay? She eats in relative silence, getting a refill on coffee more than once.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[James is careful to mop up every single drop of syrup with the remaining pancakes and washes it down with a gulp of coffee. He was hungrier than he'd thought for, but at least that's filled a gap.]

Feels like a sodding age since I was last in here.

[hexappeal]

[She doesn't finish hers and about halfway through, does that sort of lazy picking where you can tell she isn't hungry but she's eating it just because it's there. She pushes her plate a little toward him, though, in case he feels like finishing it off.]

This is the first time I've been here. Did you used to come here often?

[doubleoohbaby]

Every now and then. Isn't a bad place to stop off on the way out. Don't like to make it too frequent though. [Being a regular made him too easy to follow, even if he hadn't moved apartments in forever. He was getting lazy, man.

And also fat because he's eating up all of Zee's leftovers too.]

[hexappeal]

Understandable. [Also the type of food. Neither of them were really into the sort served at a greasy spoon like this. Not regularly, anyway. At this sort of place, it was usually eggs and something loaded with sweets. Elsewhere, there would be more greens on her plate.

She quietly laughs, almost adoringly watching him finish off her food.] Feeling better?

[doubleoohbaby]

[Well there is always that issue. Bond doesn't mind his eggs and bacon, but there's nothing like a fresh breakfast from home. Plus he doesn't have to wear clothes at home.]

Mmm, much. I needed that. Sodding noodles and rice for two weeks takes it out of a bloke.

[hexappeal]

[James is also a ~beefcake~ who tends to eat that sort of stuff. Where she... only eats one of those things. At least she isn't a pretentious vegan, right?]

We can go out for a big dinner, if you'd like? Though I wouldn't suggest it. Your body is going to have to get used to eating other things again. [She gently pats his stomach and waves the check on over while she nurses the rest of her coffee.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[He needs to keep buff okay, don't mock his food intake.]

Maybe we can just have something home cooked between the both of us. [If she trusts him in the kitchen with big pointy things that stab people, especially while he's still winding down from a lengthy mission of survival.]

[hexappeal]

[She doesn't! She just wants to make sure he's okay, a'ight.]

Oh? How domestic. [Teasing, but only to cover up how much this pleases her. She'll give him something less likely to involve her death to do, however.]

[doubleoohbaby]

Nothing wrong with a little domestic enjoyment every now and then, darling. Especially not when my second favourite girl is involved. [The first favourite isn't human.]

[hexappeal]

I can tell when you're intentionally baiting me to start something. [She suspects it is Pussy, but still. Wow, jerk.

When the waitress returns, Zatanna pays the bill with a more than ample tip. She slides her legs forward, her feet hitting the bottom of the opposite booth before she brings them back in and gets to her feet.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[James is just starting to slide his card out when Zee pays instead. He would object, but he doesn't want to start an argument, especially when she's perfectly capable of paying for the two of them. Equal opportunities means she can be the gentleman too.]

You're still the most gorgeous and the best of my girls, but you don't rub against me and lay in my lap just because I occasionally feed you.

[hexappeal]

[She did it to be obnoxious, anyway. They were both perfectly well-off that a breakfast at a greasy spoon wasn't going to break their bank accounts. Plus, he deserved to be treated after all of this.

She leans in, hands pressed against the table still.] There are other things I'd rather do in your lap than lay down. [Her lips twitch into a smirk as she pulls away, heading off toward the exit. Always leave 'em wanting more is one of the most basic rules of magic.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Well. That's just teasing. And not fair because he wants her in his lap nooooow. With a grunt of effort he drags himself to his feet and trails after to her, hands in pockets. His paces quickens just slightly to catch up.] Back to bed, then?

[hexappeal]

[She slows down so they're walking beside one another.] No, no. Today you're meant to relax. [Jerk.]

[doubleoohbaby]

Exactly. Relax. In bed. With you. [This is obvious, Zee, duh.]

[hexappeal]

So you trust me not to be obnoxious? I'm shocked.

[doubleoohbaby]

Only if you can trust me to keep it in my pants. [Spoilers; he can't.]

[hexappeal]

That answers my question.

[doubleoohbaby]

We'll just have to see how it goes.

[hexappeal]

I don't recall agreeing to that.

[doubleoohbaby]

Tough. You agreed to that when you accepted me into your life.

[hexappeal]

Really? Where's the paperwork?

[doubleoohbaby]

Back at my house, under my bed sheets. I'll show you there.