Post by Dean Harper on Jul 11, 2018 19:56:37 GMT
“Dean, why are their sprinkles in your pancakes?”
“Making things festive.” Dean shrugged.
“Festive why?”
Dean made a noncommittal noise. He didn’t want to talk about it. It was a small thing he did for himself and had honestly hoped it would go unnoticed.
“Dean, is it your birthday?” Caleb blurted out at breakfast, Dean glanced over at Brooklyn who smiled at him.
Great
“It’s your birthday?” Warren asked looking over at him.
“I get it. Birthday pancakes.” Brooklyn nodded.
“I guess, yeah.” Dean shrugged, poking at his eggs.
“Happy birthday.” Jayson offered.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Max asked.
“It’s not a big deal.”
“What did you do last year?” Jayson asked.
“Well, it was in the middle of Rowan’s domination of the women’s division….We might have broken into the Vatican…”
Jayson stared at him and then looked at Warren who shrugged.
“Okay, before last year what did you do for your birthday?” Caleb asked.
“I didn’t. It was a celebration of my existence.” Dean replied flatly. “We couldn’t be having that, could we? Gran would take me to my mom’s grave and make me clear the weeds.”
“That’s dark.”
Dean grinned. “Like, I can tell you worse stories if you want.”
“Okay. New rule. No tragic backstory at the breakfast table.” Caleb shook his head. “Dean, do you… need a hug?”
“Not right now.” Dean winked.
“What do you want to do?”
Dean shrugged.
“What is something you’ve always wanted to do here that you never got to?”
Dean smiled, “I mean, yes but I’m not sure my sex life is allowed at the table either…”
Warren choked on his orange juice.
“I am going to pretend like I didn’t hear that.” Caleb made a face. “Group activities—not an orgy—that can be done with all of us.”
Dean frowned thinking it over.
“Why not invite people to indulge in your guilty pleasure?” Max asked.
“But with drinking involved,” Warren added.
“Oh…Well, yeah that could be fun.”
“What are we doing?” Brooklyn asked.
“I bet we could find a drinking game online.” Max grinned at Warren.
“Which one though?” Warren asked.
“Cutthroat kitchen,” Dean suggested.
“You watch cooking shows? You?”
“I make most of the food here.” Dean shrugs.
“He also bakes.” Warren stage-whispered. “You should try to cake.”
“We should ask Rowan to come too.” Brooklyn smiled brightly.
“We don’t have to do any of this. Seriously. It’s not that big a deal.“
“We’re going to get white girl wasted watching cooking shows with you, Dean. That’s happening.” Brooklyn grinned.
“What does that even mean?” Jayson asked.
“Making things festive.” Dean shrugged.
“Festive why?”
Dean made a noncommittal noise. He didn’t want to talk about it. It was a small thing he did for himself and had honestly hoped it would go unnoticed.
“Dean, is it your birthday?” Caleb blurted out at breakfast, Dean glanced over at Brooklyn who smiled at him.
Great
“It’s your birthday?” Warren asked looking over at him.
“I get it. Birthday pancakes.” Brooklyn nodded.
“I guess, yeah.” Dean shrugged, poking at his eggs.
“Happy birthday.” Jayson offered.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Max asked.
“It’s not a big deal.”
“What did you do last year?” Jayson asked.
“Well, it was in the middle of Rowan’s domination of the women’s division….We might have broken into the Vatican…”
Jayson stared at him and then looked at Warren who shrugged.
“Okay, before last year what did you do for your birthday?” Caleb asked.
“I didn’t. It was a celebration of my existence.” Dean replied flatly. “We couldn’t be having that, could we? Gran would take me to my mom’s grave and make me clear the weeds.”
“That’s dark.”
Dean grinned. “Like, I can tell you worse stories if you want.”
“Okay. New rule. No tragic backstory at the breakfast table.” Caleb shook his head. “Dean, do you… need a hug?”
“Not right now.” Dean winked.
“What do you want to do?”
Dean shrugged.
“What is something you’ve always wanted to do here that you never got to?”
Dean smiled, “I mean, yes but I’m not sure my sex life is allowed at the table either…”
Warren choked on his orange juice.
“I am going to pretend like I didn’t hear that.” Caleb made a face. “Group activities—not an orgy—that can be done with all of us.”
Dean frowned thinking it over.
“Why not invite people to indulge in your guilty pleasure?” Max asked.
“But with drinking involved,” Warren added.
“Oh…Well, yeah that could be fun.”
“What are we doing?” Brooklyn asked.
“I bet we could find a drinking game online.” Max grinned at Warren.
“Which one though?” Warren asked.
“Cutthroat kitchen,” Dean suggested.
“You watch cooking shows? You?”
“I make most of the food here.” Dean shrugs.
“He also bakes.” Warren stage-whispered. “You should try to cake.”
“We should ask Rowan to come too.” Brooklyn smiled brightly.
“We don’t have to do any of this. Seriously. It’s not that big a deal.“
“We’re going to get white girl wasted watching cooking shows with you, Dean. That’s happening.” Brooklyn grinned.
“What does that even mean?” Jayson asked.
Well howdy there pardner.