16091/Waffles. Not just a breakfast food.

Waffles. Not just a breakfast food.
Date of Scene:	16 October 2023
Location:	Copperpot Diner
Synopsis:	Mark and Bunny meet for breakfast and discuss future plans. Both far and near. Waffles!
Cast of Characters:	Mark Grayson, Bunny Macleod

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Mark Grayson has posed:
It was one of those rare times where Mark had not spent the night at Bunny's place. Having been out late at the Thymescarian embassay and then a midterm the following morning, he needed to cram, and get to class early enough to get settle for test time.

It didn't help he had overslept and after finishing the exam (which he's sure he bombed), his stomach is growling. Taking out his phone, he texts Bunny.

Abs <3: Hey ::Bunny-emoji::! Finished with my test. ::bomb-emoji:: Want some food? Starving. Meet me at Cobblepots?

And that's where he is sitting and waiting, having claimed a booth - after borrowing a washcloth from a waitress to clean it up and he sits and waits. But he's not alone.

Sitting next to him is a four-foot tall Kanga plush, marked with a tag of the official seal of the Thyemascarian embassy.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    She really ought to change the name, but Bunny felt it was funnier to have Abs <3 in her phone than Mark Boyfriend or ImMarkAble. She had rolled over after worrying a bit, and one-eyed the phone message before giving a small 'eeee' sound, sinking back under the comforter and replying:

Bunbun <3: :waffle emoji: :hungry_emoji: :fork_knife: followed by a gif of No Face from Spirited Away eating All The Things.

    And she arrives, skaing in as she does, pink hair in low pigtails behind her wearing one of Mark's sweatshirts over some purple leggings. And probably a T-shirt under it, but she's swimming in the sweatshirt.

    She grins, coming up to Mark and leaning over to kiss his cheek and trying NOT TO NOTICE a four foot tall BATTLE 'ROO.

    "Hihi MarkMark." she greets him with a freckled smile.

Mark Grayson has posed:
Bunny is the best balm to Mark, she really is. Her arrival could chase away a nuclear firestorm as he had recently added the little heart emoji to his phone for her name. She's his, he's hers, and it's all right with the world.

And she looks really good in his shirt. Rising up a little to lean into the cheekkiss, he chuckles. "You look adorable as always, Bun." comes his comment, his arm moving to slide around her waist and squeeze her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm on the wrong side." He moves to rise up and move to the other side of the table - leaving the spot next to the Kanga all warm and open. "This has been following me around all night. Even went to my test with me this morning. Think it's looking for a home. Know a place?" he asks her teasingly, a warm smile easily lighting his face as he waits for her to settle in, the waitress coming over to drop off the menus. "Aren't you two just the cutest pair. What do you want to drink?"

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny sits down as Mark vacates a pre-warmed seat. It is just about the most romantic thing someone could do on a chilly morning, and the effort isn't wasted on her... and then she throws her arms around the 'roo, and just scrunches her face into an adorable smile and makes an 'eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee' noise.

    "I love iiiiiiiiiiiiit!" she squeaks out loud, bouncing in her seat.

    "I'm sorry I could get outta the gig that night -- someday -- SOMEDAY -- I will meet Wonder Woman. And it will be Wonder-Ful. And I'll probably die immediately after, just so you know." Bun gives a small grin, and looks up to the Waitress "You're talking about me and my boyfriend and not our Kanga, right?" she gives a bright smile. "I'lllllll.... have waffles, double stack, maple syrup, side of scrambled eggs and crispy bacon, with cranberry juice please!"

Mark Grayson has posed:
"Course I am, you two look sweeter than cookies and milk!" the waitress proclaims, a chuckle from the thirty-something who is probably remembering being a teen and having a boyfriend that doted on her. She takes down Bunny's order and looks to Mark. "I'm going to have that egg sandwich that's advertised, with coffee and home fries. Tomatos on the sandwich, please?"

"Oh, son, you are far too young to be ordering the seinor citizen special." the waitress teases.

Mark huffs a little, before turning his attention to Bunny. "Donna is working on signing me up to start training with the Amazonians there." he explains after the waitress leaves. "Both her and Diana were really awesome and I promise, swear, next time I go, I will make sure that you are with me and I will learn mouth to mouth so I can revive you in case you die."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Oh! And can I have a hot chocolate please?" the teen gives a bright grin, and then looks back to Mark as the waitress moves off.

    "You know, combining your powers with martial arts might make you pretty buch incredible." she gives a bright smile to him, leaning on the very large plush Kanga and considers. "I mean, the Amazons probably have ways of bringing people back to life. They've lived for venturies, a lot of them. I've neber had the opportunity to meet any of them, but I've seen them from afar. Aaaaaand understandably Dad didn't exactly *approve*."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Mark can't help it that he has yet to shake off habits his mom and dad put in him when he was living at home as a 'healthy' super-hero diet. He does trash it up at dinner! "Yeah, I'm not sure if it's the type of training that dad wants me to get, but at least I can use it as a chance to ... you know. Dodge." Because yes, dodging is important.

"Well, it's you and I, Bun. If you want to see if the Amazonians will help you, I'm here for it." he promises her. He clearly is making plans in his head for Bunny to actually meet Donna or Diana, or Cassie. There's so many of them, he's surprised honestly. His hand reaches and his fingers brush against hers. "I mean, we can sort talk about plans for the future as in some time off." As compared to next week. It's been three months, seems a good spot to mention. "Like... what would you like to do for the holidays?" A WHOLE MONTH AWAY. Big planner.

The waitress comes back with a tray, setting down a coffee with cream and sugar, cranberry juice, a big mug of hot chocolate with an obnoxiously large amount of whipped cream and not one, but two cherries, and a pair of ice waters. "Refills on the coffee and juice are free."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Thank you miss!" Bunny gives a grin to the waitress, and draws over the hot cocoa, looking at it cross-eyed as she reaches out to lace her fingers with Mark's.

    "Oh... well... I know there's a couple of Chinese places that are open on Thanksgiving, so I'll just do that while you're home with your folks. And You Should Go Home. And hang out with your folks. You mom is crazy awesome even if your dad is *really scary*." she whispers softly, her shoulders drawing up a little bit. "I can handle myself for a couple of days. It'll be nice. Quiet. First thanksgiving I haven't had to make for like a million people."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Squeezing her fingers, Mark shakes his head. "I am not going home alone, Bunny." he says, a frown touching his features. "My mother would never ever left me live that down. So. I was thinking. I could book us a flight, like... unless you want me to carry you, but November weather is really cold, you'll need so many layers."

"But I want to bring you home for Thanksgiving, at least. Mom makes this crazy awesome Korean/American fusion meal and my dad watches too much football. I want to bring you home, Bunny."

A deep breath as his cheeks darken and a swallow, excitement and fear bottling in his throat. "I want them to know you are a fixture in my life."

"Hopefully for a long time to come. And mom would love an extra pair of hands in the kitchen."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Okay, so, on two conditions. One: If we fly, you cannot be embarrassed by my luggage." she states, sipping her cranberry juice. "And two: you don't make your mom do all the dishes and clean up, right? Like, you help her and you're no tjust on the couch tryptophaning out on too many carbs?" Bunny asks, and her shoulders rise up. "Because that's what my family did on Thanksgiving. They left me to do all the clean-up."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"You do realize I help you in the kitchen every night when we eat in, right? I didn't learn that just to impress you." Mark gets a fingerful of whipped cream and instead of eating it, he daps it on Bunny's nose!

"And I would not be embarrassed of your luggage. I may laugh at it, but you have never ever done anything that would make me embarrassed to be with you."

Then in a whisper, he adds. "You do plenty that makes me blush." he points out.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny's nose crinkles at the application of whipped cream to her nose. "Arrble." she murmurs, and accepts the whipped cream to her nose, which she TRIES to get with her tongue but has to satisfy cleaning it off with a swipe of her thumb and a wipe of her napkin as she laughs.

    "And I know, I know, but it's different sometimes. Like, being brought over to meet your mom because your dad showed up at the tailor was not how I was thinking about meeting your parents. I was even going to get my hair back to its natural color and wear a nice dress and everything. I wanted to make a good impression, and I don't think your dad was too impressed with me."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"They should accept you as I see you, not how you don't feel comfortable." Because that's exactly how it sounds like her dad would want her to meet Mark's parents. "We don't go formal for Thanksgiving, but we do look nice. You'll get your chance, but I was just as happy for him to meet you as I know you." he explains.

Mark looks up at her. "I mean, neither of us made a great first impression, if you think that." he explains. "Your dad was going to ambush you and instead got me. And compared to how my dad reacted to you, hoo boy, the bridge never got finished before I blew it with C-4 in comparison."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Yeah, I told you. Racist, religious piece of crap." Bunny remarks quietly as she reaches up and touches the rings on the chain around her neck. "But we knew my dad wouldn't accept you unless you said you were rich, in medical or law school, and could fund his comeback. And that you were going to make me normal." she takes a deep breath, and lets it out.

    "At least your mom likes me. Pretty sure your mom would have just destroyed my dad with a 'do you know who you're talking to' and then cut him so hard with words his *dick* would have inverted." Bunny comments quietly, admiration for Mark's mom showing.

    "So... no rainbow unicorn onesie unless I have the hairbows. Got it."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Mark nods his head, a glance and a smile as the waitress arrives with their food, putting the pancakes and a waffle between them. Someone drew a heart in whipped cream on the waffle. At least the waitress is cheering for them.

"She's trying so hard for a good tip." Mark comments with a laugh, before returning the conversation to where it was. "Mom adores you. Dad just needs to warm up. You're only the second girlfriend they've ever met and at one point, I know that dad was sure Eve and I would end up together." A shake of his head at that, as he works on making his sandwich.

"Mom and dad could not fund the comeback he'd want. We're comfortable but not rich. Part of the whole undercover superhero bit." A smile, and then she mentions the clothing. And then he leands over, whispering something to her.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny gives a smile at the heart. "She'll get a good tip. I made bank Saturday night with a killer Sia medley." Bunny replies with a smile, and lifting some of the rwaffle to her mouth she was about to bite, and then Mark whispers.

    Her eyes go wide and she drops her knife, and reaches for the napkin as she coughs, turning bright red right to her cheeks with a "M-MARK! I can't wear that to Thanksgiving!" she protests "What'd your mom think?!"

    And she gives a small laugh, her eyes tearing up at the scandalized look on Debbie Grayson's expression.

    "No no, he thought you were going to be a doctor. Because, y'know, Asian." she comments quietly, "So he was hoping you were rich. Or going to be rich, which I frankly don't care about. I just wanna be *comfortable*."

Mark Grayson has posed:
Mark sits back, all smug. He rarely gets to catch Bunny off-guard, but when he does. It's soooo worth it. They both laugh before he turns his attention to the meal, his foot brushing against hers underneath the table.

"Sorry, don't have a doctor's hands. Hell, I still am not one hundred percent what I want to do with my life. I considered being an architect, but even that sounds cliched." he admits as he looks across to Bunny.

And he nods. "Comfortable sounds good. And you make me comfortable. We still are looking for a place to live. We have things we're doing. And... you mean a lot to me, Bun." he confesses quietly. And takes a bite of his sandwich.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    "Comfortable is good. No matter what happens, if we have each other, we can be comfortable. And that is good." Bunny gives a grin, her skate bumping against Mark's foot under the table.

    "You know, I used to think that a relationship would be all excitement and adreniline, because y'know, the fires of passion, right?" she gives a smile, her shoulders drawing back up a little bit.

    "But you make me feel... calm. Like everything's gonna be okay, no come what may." Bunny gives a smile. "Like I can be me, and unapologetically me, because it feels like any time you find out something new, you just accept and love it." she replies, and she looks up to Mark's eyes. "And I want you to know... it's the same."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"I mean." Mark finds his cheeks warm suddenly. "Not like we /can't/ visit the fires of passion." he points out to her. A glance at his sandwich. Bite. "I mean, still think you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen." comes the quiet admission, a hint of trepedation.

"But yeah, I understand. When I come home and you're there. I want to hold you and all, but I want to talk to you, hear about your day, share your problems and triumphants, and I still have so much to learn about you, Bun."

"And I want all the time in the world to learn it."

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    Bunny pauses, turning bright red, and she sinks a little in her seat. "This is awkward and awesome conversation to have when you literally bought me a four-foot tall battle-roo plush." Bunny remarks gently, bit gives a bright smile.

    "I hope that we always feel this way. Comfortable with each other -- fires and all." she gives a bright smile. "And you... are adorable when you blush."

Mark Grayson has posed:
There's a clearing of his throat and Mark sits up straight before he gets his phone. Because in some ways, he's still shy. Especially in things like where they are right now.

Abs <3: After we're done eating, I have the day off. And very... ::fire:: want to go home and ...

He hits send, looking up to Bunny for an answer as he drinks his coffee, technically it was never hot enough to burn his mouth.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    The heart-beat vibration is obvious from the pocket of Mark's sweatshirt that Bunny's adopted for her own, followed by a hard rock refrain of Duo Lipa's 'Physical'.

    Bunny looks over to Mark, and then looks at her pocket, and takes out her phone, still looking over to Mark.

    And then she reads the note. Her ears and cheeks turn a bright shade of pink, and she attempts to belt into the oversized sweatshirt.

    "... yeeeeeeeees." she murmurs quietly, and turns her gaze up to Mark.

    "Could get it to go."

Mark Grayson has posed:
"To go sounds good." Mark admits. "I'll get the food, you get the Kanga?" he suggests as he finishes off the last of his sandwich and chases it with some water.

Okay, so she's the one with leftovers. And he also takes out a ten to leave on the table. Waitress totally earned her tip.

Bunny Macleod has posed:
    The waffle has mysteriously disappeared.

    Oh, no, it didn't. Bunny folded it up and has stuffed it in her mouth, with a piece of bacon sticking out of it.

    She flashes a thumbs up, wipes her hands, grabs her Kanga and hops up, treading on her skates and making little hopping motions, because Bunny has been fed and kanga'd and is quite happy.