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.]

Comments

[vdistinctive]

Trust Parker not to dodge around trying to phrase things nicely. Eliot swallowed and nodded, then out a little huff of a laugh at her description of his anti-theft rant.

“Trying to protect small businesses. Wasn’t I just a piece of work.”

[whoisalicewhite]

"It's what we do now," Parker said with a shrug. "I sort of get it, now. I couldn't get it, then. I think you figured that out." She frowned a little, and then asked, "What did you think of little-me, when you were teenage-you?"