75 Godiva Street, Monday Afternoon

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Another weird weekend and Hardison wasn't entirely sure what to do with it. Being a teen seemed a lot more fraught than being a little kid and that wasn't even taking getting beaten up by a tiny version of his boyfriend into account.

But that wasn't the main issue on his mind right now. Hardison was looking at the howling wasteland that was their kitchen and shaking his head. Tiny!Parker had kindly left some of his sodas behind during her burglary spree, but not much else.

"How'm I supposed to get breakfast?" Hardison asked Val, who was sitting by his feet. "No bowls, no fridge--I'm pretty sure she even stripped the countertops!"

Hopefully she hadn't gotten very far with their belongings, or Eliot was going to have to remodel their kitchen. Again.

[Open! Will pickup pings when I'm conscious again.]

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[vdistinctive]

Eliot was pretty thoroughly convinced that couldn't be true.

"If I did, the island'd probably find some other way to smack you, anyway," he said.

Why leave when he could self-flagellate just by looking at his boyfriend's bruises?

[geniuswithasmartphone]

Eliot could be very wrong sometimes, though!

"Also, you'd be leavin' me an' Parker alone in a house with a half-demolished kitchen to fend for ourselves," he reminded. "We'd probably end up starvin' to death with scurvy."

Beat.

"Well, not scurvy. I still have my orange soda."

[vdistinctive]

The strangled sound that came out of Eliot's throat could potentially be mistaken for a laugh. "She didn't steal that, huh? 'Least teen Parker had some taste."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"She just knows some things are worth more than the dollar value assigned to them," Hardison declared because that definitely sounded like a Parker conclusion, yes.

[vdistinctive]

Yeah, Eliot just raised his eyebrows at that.

The only things Parker might think were worth more than the dollar value assigned to them were actual dollars.

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"You don't know," Hardison grumbled. "Coulda happened."

In the Upside Down, maybe.

"Besides, aren't you supposed to be worryin' about breakfast an' makin' sure I don't expire from malnutrition or somethin'?" Oooh, a deflection! No one ever saw through those!

[vdistinctive]

"What am I, your food slave?" Eliot asked, even as he moved into the kitchen proper (finally) to scope out the damage for himself. "You can make a call to the diner as well as I can."

[geniuswithasmartphone]

"Reparations," Hardison drawled. "Besides, you let me order from the diner, you get whatever I decide to order from the diner."

Nutritional value need not apply.

[vdistinctive]

Eliot kind of wanted to make a crack about Hardison being a grown up now who should eat grown-up food, but then he caught sight of the bruises again and just winced.

"Fine. Then I'm orderin' you an egg-white omelette. With spinach."