Gotham City visit, day 2.

[basic_powers]

It's morning. Actually to clarify things, it's morning in Gotham City, set in the apartment of Dinahs Lance, Snr. and Jnr. There might be birds outside, or that low soft whistling might be the house guest, having found some eggs to fry up for breakfast, while the morning wake-up aroma of fresh coffee spreads through the apartment.

Despite the very late and unsociable hours of conciousness last night, their house guest found himself rising with the dawn as per certain habits. Namely those of 'getting people fed' and not becoming the recipient of the ice-water wake up call.

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[basic_powers]

"Thanks 'Junior', don't hate me, your mom's idea." He's just going to tuck into that spicy peanut butter West African chicken stew, and smile happily over the first few mouthfuls before a yawn manages to escape.

"Mmmmnomf."

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah rolls her eyes. When she swallows the current mouthful, she manages, "really?" in despair at the name.

But the annoyance is replaced by mild concern when he yawns. "You need to take a nap?"

[basic_powers]

At least she isn't burdened by a nickname like 'mad dog'.

"Yeah...think so, maybe?" Another yawn gets out at the end of the 'maybe' as he finishes off the stew on his plate. "..mhmyeah. Probably do need a nap."

[raptorcanaria]

Ask her about annoying nicknames, some time.

"Use my room," she says. "I'll wash up."

[basic_powers]

"Wake me in an hour or so?" Beauford calls as he ducks into the bathroom to wash himself up a little more.

No sense in climbing into a bed and leaving chicken scent everywhere.

Because within five minutes of laying down onto the bed face first, he's dozing into sleep.