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The Perk, Sunday Morning

As she'd promised, Natalie had hopped a portal from Ribeirao Preto to Fandom this morning, booked herself a room at the Arms, and then texted Jim to meet her at the Perk for family breakfast. No matter how weird it was to phrase it like that.

And so now, she was enjoying a hot chocolate at a table by the window, handling some work stuff via emails from her phone. Both because she wanted to stay on top of things and get as much done before devoting her attention to Jim and their kid, as well as to distract herself from the knowledge that for the first time in a while, there were AU kids around and neither Ada nor Lilith seemed to have put in appearance.

She didn't know how to feel about that. So she just didn't think about it.

[ooc: Natalie is here primarily for the kid and his dad, but the post is open for Nat-bothering as well as completely unrelated Perk needs!]

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Nolan had actually managed to see the text first. Jim had still been mostly asleep and Nolan being the independent guy he was decided to just slip out and head down to the Perk to see his mom.

He pushed the door open with all his strength and looked around.

"Hi, Mom!" And then he waved at her.

Natalie blinked, and looked up.

"Hi ––" And here she was going to call by name, except whoops. "... Your dad didn't actually tell me your name. I'm sorry."

"And you don't remember my name?" Nolan asked pulling an epic (but completely fake) sad face. "I thought you loved me!"

Hey, he had some of his dad's genes.

Obviously. His epic sad face was getting a dry-ish look in return from her. "And I'm sure other me does, very much. This version, however, is just now meeting you for the first time. So could you be a dear and give me some basic information?"

"Nolan George Dominic Kirk-Adams," Nolan supplied, climbing into a chair at Natalie's table. "But, I usually just tell people it's Nolan G.D. Kirk-Adams. Saves time."

"All of two syllables' worth of it," Natalie remarked, but there was a softness to it. She'd done this a bunch of times by now. It was getting easier to accept that somewhere an older her had produced a person like this. "Nice to meet you, Nolan."

"Yeah, you too," he said, plopping onto the chair. "You look different."

He didn't elaborate.

"Dad's asleep still. I saw his phone when I woke up."

And Natalie didn't ask for elaboration, either. She was used to getting that comment from every kid of hers that came her way.

"Well, he had a long day. You shouldn't have snuck away without waking him up, though."

"I'm independent," Nolan said, making a face at the thought that he was just a kid. "And he sleeps like he's dead."

A fact he'd inherited from his dad.

"I know how to get around. I've got the run of the ship back home."

Natalie looked gently amused. "And I only doubt that a little bit."

She was wondering whether that ship thing was just a saying or something literal, but she didn't ask. For now, anyway.

"Also, I really more meant that he's going to freak out when he wakes up to find you gone."

Nolan shrugged a shoulder.

"Have any snacks?"

He was hungry again.

Quelle surprise.

"We're at a coffee place," Natalie pointed out. "So no, I don't have snacks, but I can buy you something for breakfast."

"Okay!" Hey, food was food. "Dad wouldn't let me eat anything but chips last night. I want something sweet."

Said the kid who was used to getting what he wanted.

"There aren't any good donuts on the ship. We only get those when we're planet side with you or something."

Okay, now she had to ask about it, while getting her wallet from her bag.

"So... We live on a space ship?"

"We live a lot of places," Nolan said, shrugging. "Dad's a captain, though. So, he's gotta be on the ship sometimes. Not all the time because we hang out with you a lot."

And she was a jetsetter and all.

Multiversal stars had to roll the way they did.

"Jim's a captain?" She asked, although she couldn't say she was all that surprised. Vague memories from the reunion weekend, and all. "Huh."

"Yeah, he bosses everyone around." Well. "'Cept you."

Natalie snorted. "Well it's nice to know something hasn't changed."

She couldn't be bossed around.

It was right around then that Jim finally found his way into the Perk. He looked around, found the kid there and glared.

"Leave a note next time," he said grumpily, walking over and rubbing sleep out of his eyes. "Hi, Natalie."

He hadn't quite freaked out but he'd thought he'd misplaced the kid for awhile, yes.

"Hi, Jim."

She patted the seat next to her. It just really felt like the time to be sitting next to him.

"Been getting to know the little troublemaker?" Jim asked, sliding onto the seat beside her and exhaling. "The little troublemaker who doesn't leave notes?"

"Who doesn't leave notes and who wants breakfast, apparently," Natalie confirmed with a lopsided smile. "Speaking of which," she added, reaching into her wallet and addressing Nolan, "want to go buy some?"

"Duh." That meant yes. He used his speed to snag the money and then hopped down out of the chair and scurried over to the counter.

Jim...put his head down on the table and groaned.

That just meant the back of his neck was right there to be rubbed. So Natalie reached out with a hand and did just that. A tiny bit of physical affection.

"So I guess I'll skip asking how you're holding up."

"I'm fine," Jim said, voice muffled. "I just don't like dealing with stuff that I'm not familiar with. Makes me feel exposed."

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