Midnight Manor kitchen, Friday morning

[knightinshinarmor]

It was a damp and gross kind of day out, so Remy was staying in. But he wasn't really feeling hanging out in his room all day, despite it being remarkably spacious for a boarding house of this size.

He and the cats were in the kitchen, then, the three felines twining their way around Remy's ankles as he worked on cooking up some classic Louisiana breakfast items.

Excessive amounts of classic Louisiana breakfast items. He'd grown up learning to cook for a large family and then spent not insignificant chunks of his life living at an institute with a communal kitchen. It was possible he didn't know how not to cook excessive amounts of food.

He was still learning how to do it without half of it getting eaten by the cats though.

"You don't even like sweet potatoes," he told Figaro as he shooed him off the counter yet again. "Mon amis, you have your own food right over there."

But their food was way less interesting than his! Surely at least the bacon drippings were for kitties!

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[hasaknightjob]

Steven was doing a walk about the place to make sure everything was all right. When he heard noises from the common kitchen he decided to pop his head in.

"Remy! Hello!"

[knightinshinarmor]

"Steven!" Remy replied. The three cats all swarmed over to say hello. Or beg for food. Probably both. "Good morning. Waffle?"

[hasaknightjob]

Steven of course bent down to pet the kitties if they let him. "Aren't you all sweet? Hello, yes, good morning."

He vaguely heard what Remy said and looked up in confusion. "Sorry, which one is named Waffle?"

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy chuckled, pointing to each cat in turn. "Oliver." The grey one. "Figaro." The white one. "Lucifer." The orange one.

Then he held up a plate. "Waffle."

[hasaknightjob]

Steven now looked concerned. "Not the actual Lucifer? Who owns the pub?"

Not that Steven knew why Lucifer as a cat would be with Remy instead of his partners, but it wasn't as though he wouldn't be welcome if he wanted to pop by in whatever form.

[knightinshinarmor]

"Non," Remy said with a snort. "Not as far as I know. Didn't know about a real Lucifer when I named him."

[hasaknightjob]

"Right, yes," Steven said. He went to give each one skritches in turn if they let him. "Pleasure to meet you, Oliver, Figaro, and Lucifer. I'm Steven, with a V. Perhaps someday you can meet our Raphael and have a play date together."

[knightinshinarmor]

They were young and friendly, the trouble would be in stopping scritching on in favor for another without them play-attacking each other or him. Or both.

And so long as Steven didn't react to that by electromagnetically throwing one of them, Remy would allow them to do so.

"I bet they'd like that. They seem to enjoy other animals." Remy watched Steven with the cats for a moment, then turned back to the stove. "How you doing, Steven?"

[hasaknightjob]

Steven had no problems trying to spread out the skritching as best as he was able. "Doing well, thank you. Yourself? Any plans for the new semester?"

[knightinshinarmor]

"Ah, right. It's almost September." Remy shrugged. "Nothing really changes for you if you're not working at a school, so . . . nah. You?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Mental how quickly time passes, isn't it?" Steven said. "Llewellyn and I are going to take one of the classes, actually. One about travel and food. It'll be Fridays. Our friend Stark is running it so it'll be nice to have an excuse to see him more often."

[knightinshinarmor]

"Sounds like fun," Remy said. "Never really thought about taking any courses there myself. What other kinds of stuff do they offer?"

[hasaknightjob]

"It varies?" Steven said. He stood up again so he could talk to Remy properly. Midnight helped by offering a red dot on the floor for the cats to chase if they wanted. "There's never a set list. Depends on what's being offered each round. But there's things like travel, languages, writing. I even took one on how to be a hero once."

[knightinshinarmor]

Oh, those cats were fully on it.

"Huh. Never would have occurred to me to take a class on that," Remy mused. "Who was teaching it? An Avenger, I'm guessing?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Kitty Pryde?" Steven said. "Not an Avenger, as far as I'm aware."

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy blinked. “Oui. That tracks.”

He opened the waffle iron and plated the next waffle.

“Not an Avenger. Kitty is an X-Man. Almost from birth.”

[hasaknightjob]

"We don't have those - er, that?" Steven wasn't sure of the proper grammar here. "On my world. Avengers is about it for us. Far as I'm aware I suppose. But Kitty seemed quite knowledgeable."

[knightinshinarmor]

“Oh, she is. Runs a whole school in my world. She’s much better at being an X-Man than me.”

[hasaknightjob]

"I think she runs one of the pubs here in town?" Steven said. His knowledge of such things was poor, as earlier evidenced by his belief Lucifer owned The Devil's Nest. "And she's her family as well. Don't know if she teaches back in her home world but she does keep busy."

[knightinshinarmor]

“Nah. Pretty sure this version of her came here before she took over the Institute.”

Silly Steven. His nearest canon mate was one of the first people he’d met!

“So how’s Marc holding up? Haven’t seen him in a bit. Half expected a visit after Harley threw me out of the store.”

[hasaknightjob]

"Did she?" Steven asked. He was entirely unaware of all that. Which was a shame because then he might have been able to guess who Harley had been making a glitter bomb for. "Is everything all right?"

[knightinshinarmor]

"A misunderstanding," Remy said. "Harley . . . she's sensitive. I got tired of sensitive for a minute." He shrugged. "It happens."

[hasaknightjob]

"I see," Steven said. He wasn't sure he did entirely but he suspected it was between Harley and Remy so he wouldn't pry more than he had.

"Marc's doing well. Wondering if we'll have anyone new come to live." Steven gestured around them, as though Remy couldn't tell he was referring to the boarding house. "Part of why I was doing a walk around just now. Make sure everything's all right."

[knightinshinarmor]

"Seems alright from my end," Remy said, nodding to where his cats were attempting to ambush the red dot. "This is a good spot. I'm glad I found it."

[hasaknightjob]

"We're glad you all did as well," Steven said. He watched as Midnight wiggled the dot around the floor so the cats could get a good scamper in if they chased it. "Everyone seems to get along well too, I think? For various levels of being sociable, of course."

Steven could hardly blame some of their residents for being less likely to spend time with others when Marc himself hated purposefully being around people.

"But good overall chemistry, I think," Steven said, musing aloud more than anything. "Hopefully that continues."

[knightinshinarmor]

“Won’t forever,” Remy said. “Nothing ever does. But for awhile, seems likely.”

[hasaknightjob]

"I mean to say with whoever lives here," Steven explained. "I know that residents will come and go. Nature of the place. Sad to see anyone leave of course, but long as they're happy where they're off to."