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The Perk- Sunday afternoon

It was wedding week! Kitty was holding up remarkably well, and had checked off a bunch of things on her to-do list today, including picking up accessories and other things she was going to have to bring to New York. On her way home, she'd decided to stop in for coffee to take with her, only they could not get her order right. They were on their fourth try now, and while she could just say screw it and take her business to JGOB, it was the principle of the thing now.

If you needed the Perk, you'd find Kitty, still holding several bags and looking increasingly frustrated, but she was getting her coffee, dammit.

[Open! I'm on the couch watching TV all day.]

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Eliot had just finished his afternoon run with Val, and stopped in for a coffee after. "Pryde," he greeted, looking from her bags to the barista's face. "Holdin' up alright?"

"Mostly! I'll be better when I get my actual coffee," Kitty said pointedly. "How are you?"

"Can't complain. Unless the coffee spontaneously turned into lemonade or something." He wouldn't put it past this place.

"Don't put ideas in their heads, that might be what they give me next," she hissed, actually a little worried that she was right.

Eliot was about to say that even an idiot could tell the difference between lemonade and coffee -- but, well. This was Fandom. You never knew.

"How long you been waiting?"

"Three drinks long," Kitty answered, since she had no idea on the time. "Not like I have things to be doing or anything, but hey, at least it gives us time to catch up?"

Eliot whistled low in sympathy. "That's right. Big day's comin' right up, ain't it."

He wasn't about to get roped into addressing things again, was he?

Maybe he wanted to put favors together?

"Saturday. We're in the home stretch," she said, genuinely excited about that.

He could be convinced. For a con-man, he was sometimes an incredibly easy mark. "That's fantastic. You just about got everything ready, then?"

"More or less. We're making sure we have everything and trying to get things put together so when we get to New York we're not rushing around. It still feels like a lot," Kitty admitted.

"Guessin' it will right up until the moment it actually starts," Eliot said. Of course, he hadn't exactly been to a lot of weddings, and he was guessing most of them didn't get replanned in two days by con-men. But it sounded about right.

"Probably. I'm just itching to get to the party and the actual marriage part." But hey, this time next week it would be all over! "Don't suppose you want to help put stuff together."

Eliot glanced at her sideways. "Depends on the stuff."

It didn't depend on the stuff at all. It depended on the pitch of the sob story.

"Putting together favors. Which is super easy, but there's other stuff to do and I have to get class together and make sure the bar's in order before I leave and it would help a lot and also I'll buy your coffee."

If the barista ever managed to make it.

"Not sure either of us are ever gettin' coffee here today, darlin'," Eliot pointed out. "Favors -- what, like wedding goody bags?"

Yeah, he'd basically never been to a wedding.

"Yep. They're like little thank yous for coming to the wedding that we paid to feed you at," Kitty said. She knew how this worked, okay.

"So -- fancy goody bags." Paying to feed your guests was just how parties worked, once you'd grown out of the 'everyone chip in for pizza' stage. "What've you guys got for 'em?"

"Umm, things," Kitty said, looking down towards her bags and trying to juggle through them to see where she had them. She'd done a lot today. "I know there's some kind of junk food in there..."

Eliot managed not to sigh. It wasn't his wedding, and junk food had its place in the world. "Alright," he said, taking pity. "I'll at least help you sort of those bags out."

"Thank you! And if you want to come to the house to do it I'm pretty sure we can wrangle Clint into helping and we can get it done in no time," Kitty said.

Married life was half being volunteered to do things by your spouse, right?

The best thing Eliot had as far as a functional relationship model was two people who manipulated other people professionally. He really wasn't going to be much of a judge.

"Sounds only fair. They're for his party." One of the baristas not currently engaged in probably messing up Kitty's order again brought over Eliot's -- without him having to actually order it. He nodded to her and flashed one of his little flirty smiles in thanks. "I'd offer to try and drag Hardison and Parker into it, but they might get, uh. Creative."

And eat all the junk food.

"I can deal with Hardison's kind of creativity, I think. I'm not sure I've actually met Parker but... her reputation precedes her and also why did you get your coffee?"

Important question.

Eliot paused mid-sip, his eyes going wide. "Uh," he said. "Luck? I order a pretty simple cup of coffee." Pricey and rather excessively caffeinated, but simple. "I come in here pretty often, so they already know it. . . ."

None of this was helping, was it.

"All right, I give up," Kitty said, phasing through the bar to start making her own. "Everyone can fight me."

"Don't fight her," Eliot suggested. "I'm thinkin' she'd kick your asses."

Admittedly, he would not mind seeing if this was true. Though the whole punches-literally-go-straight-through thing kind of seemed like cheating.

It was totally cheating, but it looked really cool and so Kitty was fine with it.

"I totally would," she said, and looked at the machines before putting her bags on the counter. "...But someone's gonna have to tell me what to do because I don't know this equipment."

The baristas looked like they were a fraction of a second from a sitcom scene where they all put their fingers to their noses to declare themselves "not it", so Eliot leaned his elbows on the counter and took a look.

"What're you going for, espresso or regular drip coffee?"

What? He was a restauranteur with particular tastes. He was better at food prep and he'd never learned to do latte art, but he knew the basics.

"Double vanilla latte. My tastes are simple, but I need caffeine," she said. She was not trusting the baristas at this point! The baristas had lost her trust!

Eliot gave the baristas a side eye. "What, are you people out of vanilla?" He shook his head and started walking Kitty through using machines. "I know it ain't the espresso givin' 'em fits. Mine's a double Americano."

"Thank you for knowing things," Kitty said, and luckily she was good at following instructions. "You're saving my sanity twice today."

Eliot shrugged. "Happy to help. Though if my hand cramps up like it did last time I helped you out, I may get a little grumpy."

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