Mask or Menace ☂ IC Phone Post

[numberthree]

INBOX Voice | Text | Call | Video | Surprise Me A flat computer automated voice comes on and states in monotone: "This is the voicemail box for Allison Hargreeves. Leave a message at the beep."

Luther

Diego

Klaus

Five

Ben

Vanya

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[timehit]

Since it seems we have nothing but time aplenty on our hands here, I suppose something as basic as breakfast should prove suitable to start.

As much as I've seen of your kitchen, I can't say I've come to a solid conclusion as to your general dining habits.

[ Lack of politeness, lack of perceivable gratitude, the inference that he is already growing accustomed to coming and going from their apartment apparently at his own whims—well, it's what you can expect from Five, isn't it?

Of course, that he shows even a hint that needs assistance, that he lacks some basic skill when he was gloating over the kitchen in a not too distant memory that he could do anything...Allison tipped her cards a little before, showed just a glimpse of her hand. Uncertainty, concern.

Maybe this could be seen as a small gesture in return. ]

[numberthree]

It's, honestly, not all that exciting on the daily, and it depends a lot more on when I get out rather than Luther, since his hours are at least flatly set for his workdays and mine depend more on what is scheduled and where the location happens to be on that day.

[ It was definitely an odd and interesting adjustment. Getting assignments in a number of cities. Wake up here, roll out early, catch the porter, do the job, and back to this city whenever it was over. The way distance started to just feel different even as the time in a day didn't change. ]

Eggs and bacon is pretty easy. We could look at egg casseroles, if you want something that you can eat several mornings in a row. Pancakes are always a good option.


[ The words send.
The dots ceases.

Then a second later they start again,
and in true fashion to herself, she adds. ]

Anything but oatmeal.

[timehit]

I wouldn't accuse you of being so tasteless, Allison.

But the rest of it does imply a proper shopping list. Since I'm the one with time on my hands [ He can't even get a kitchen job, after all! Meanwhile, his siblings are given appropriate work to their honest ages. No, he isn't done being annoyed over that either. ] I'll take it upon myself to make sure you have the supplies needed.

[numberthree]

You'd be surprised. I kept it from Claire until she discovered it at a daycare of all places. There was my no peace in the house if she couldn't have it regularly for the next six months.

[ You can probably well assume for yourself the state of Allison's expression.
Even with that wave of Claire's life over. Just the whole thought of the whole thing. ]

Not that any of us knew, but it came in over a dozen flavors.

All of them, still terrible.

[ Did she have to try? Obviously not.
Was she still regretting such a lapse in judgement? Probably. ]