Over Easy, Saturday

[carbsliftthespirit]

Raiden had noticed the marshmallow storm, of course, but he'd been in enough of a hurry to see how things were at Over Easy that he'd been able to mostly ignore it on his way there. "Everything looks great, guys, I'm really proud of you for keeping it going without me or Gray. Well. Mostly me." Raiden could be realistic about some things. "What've we got going for specials? Are they Christmas-y enough? Remember where we are. And who my brother is...yeah, those'll do! Oh, and, uh...don't let me go outside for a while, okay? No, I'm sure catching them out of the air is fine but I will eat the ground marshmallows."

Specials
Dark Chocolate Peppermint Pancakes
Eggnog Waffles
Prime Rib Eggs Benedict
Hot Chocolate

Over Easy is open!

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[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon had wanted breakfast.

He had not wanted to get pelted with marshmallows.

Well, hopefully one of those things would work out. He was still picking marshmallows out of his hair.

[carbsliftthespirit]

Oooh, hair marshmallows--no. No, be strong, Raiden.

"Jon!" Raiden greeted him. "How's it going?"

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

It wouldn't be the worst thing anybody had done to Jon.

...but probably please don't eat hair marshmallows. Once he picked them out and put them on the table, they were fair game.

"I'm well, thank you, Raiden," he answered politely. "And I hope you are as well."

[carbsliftthespirit]

"I'm doing great!" As long as he didn't think about all those marshmallows going uneaten right outside. "Look, I have thumbs again!" He held up his hands and wiggled them to demonstrate those thumbs.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"Thumbs are incredibly useful," Jon agreed. "I'm fond of them myself. And you haven't even missed Christmas. Or, um. Or whatever you might celebrate this time of year. I hope."

Christmas, Chanukah, and Solstice were all still to come, but he wasn't ruling out people celebrating other things.

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Oh, I just assumed the whole darn island knew by now," Raiden said. "We do Christmas. I mean, we're not Christian or anything, that would be...weird. But Gray would riot if we didn't. He's Christmas's number one fan."

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon smiled. "Well, I don't like to assume. But Merry Christmas, then. I hope your lack of thumbs didn't impede your gift-shopping too much. Or your holiday baking, I suppose."

[carbsliftthespirit]

"I missed the day when delicious stuff was coming out of the taps," Raiden reported sadly. "Arden wouldn't let me have wine or peppermint mocha when I was a dog. Apparently it's bad for dogs? But I was probably still immortal, so..." He would have been fine! He was sure of it. "What about you? I hope you're enjoying the holiday season so far."

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"Those are both very bad for dogs," Jon affirmed. "Even if you were immortal, they might have made you miserable."

He shrugged. "I'm never sure what to make of Christmas, honestly. It's such a consumer trap, but it's also a time that makes people happy, and there's far too little of that, so. But I've been fine. Apart from being pelted with random things from day to day." He gestured at the marshmallows on the table. (One still had hair on it. Don't even, Raiden.)