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More polyam fic. Certain loving individuals are stressed.
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There was bacon on the table and that was reason enough for Mike and Manny to not even sit down.
“Um, Daffodil? Dearheart?”
“Are you okay?” There wasn’t bacon in this house. There was never bacon in the house. There wasn’t pork period. Between Kevin and Manny it wasn’t allowed. The fact none of the others were concerned, simply rolling their eyes at them and taking full advantage of the boon, meant nothing. Cooper would eat anything, Argit was weird, and Ken just followed Argit’s lead, which left them to make sure Kevin wasn’t ill, or had finally been hogtied and thrown in a closet by Alan.
“I’m fine,” Kevin called from the kitchen as he stepped into the doorframe, leaning his shoulder against it. “Something wrong?”
“They’re scared of the bacon,” Cooper said before either of them could answer, mouth stuffed with the stuff.
“Pansies, the both of them,” Argit added, earning himself a glower.
“Excuse us,” Mike said, hand over his heart, “for being the only ones who care enough to worry about our man’s wellbeing.” Again, they all rolled their eyes, Kevin biting back a chuckle as they did.
“It’s lamb bacon,” he said, “from the ones we slaughtered back in spring.” For Mike this was good enough, and practically dove into the seat to rectify the nine torturous hours he’d gone without food. Manny was a bit harder, still eyeing the quickly vanishing pile like it might bite him.
“So it’s fine?”
“Yes, dumbass, it’s fine.” Kevin stepped far enough into the dining room to pull Manny down for a quick kiss, leaving a handprint in flour on the back of his neck. “You know I wouldn’t serve you pork, or venison, or any of the other shit you don’t eat.” Manny grumbled his assent as he took his seat.
“Still would’ve been nice to be told.” At those words Kevin sent Argit a heated look. Which made sense, if anyone was going to have a clue… In the ten years they’d known each other those two had kept maybe three secrets in total. It was a testament to those years that Argit was completely unphased.
“I assumed,” he said in his most ‘as the second oldest person in this building I am disappointed in you children’ tone, “that they had enough faith in you to figure you could be trusted with their food. Apparently, I was wrong.” Everyone, including Kevin, rolled their eyes. Alan was probably rolling his eyes back in the kitchen.
“You’re all disasters,” Kevin said, heading back to whatever he was making in there, “I don’t know why I keep any of you.” Neither could any of the rest of them, thankfully, so at least they were on the same page. Manny started piling his plate with fish, eggs, and fruit. Mike put a small handful of the bacon on it for him.
“It’s good, trust me.” And he would know, he’d already put it on a breakfast sandwich and was eating it while moving everything on the table over by their seats. “Pretty sure that was another part of Argit’s revenge for not doing those Tasks he set us.” Manny groaned, rolling his eyes again and biting into a persimmon.
“I don’t know what he expected from us, really. I’m pretty sure cloudberries aren’t even a real thing.” Mike snorted.
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