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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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[conning]

"It does not weigh fifty pounds," he says dryly. "I'm not going to give you a weighted blanket that's heavier than you are."

[cactusy]

"I could flip you over with one hand," Shaw says, conversationally.

[conning]

"If you do I'll spill your breakfast."

[littletonoidea]

"Please don't waste the breakfast, I'm goddamn starving," he points out lightly, leaning back in his chair to make grabby hands for his plate. "But yeah, the Listeners didn't exactly see fit to give the captain instructions on what the hell she actually was, so she was surprised as the rest of us when she popped back up like a daisy."

[cactusy]

"Oh."

Shaw holds the blanket in her outstretched arms, then drops it down onto the couch, mostly just to see if it makes a big whomping thud when it hits the cushions.

"That sucks."

Eloquent as always.

[conning]

The plate Neal puts in front of Eiffel has waffles laced with a cinnamon-sugar blend that tastes like nothing so much as Cinnamon Toast Crunch, particularly when as perfectly crisp as they are. He's also got bacon, two biscuits, and there's an assortment of biscuit topping options already on the table.

Shaw gets a similarly loaded plate, and they both get fresh pour-overs.

He sits opposite Eiffel with his own coffee.

"From what I remember, your employers must have been..." He presses his lips into a tight line while he finds a word. "Intrigued, when that came out."

[littletonoidea]

He spears the waffle a little bit aggressively with his fork. Which says a lot in and of itself.

"Well, the first time we confirmed contact with aliens, Hilbert was under orders from them to dispose of us," he comments sourly, taking a bite of his waffle and continuing with it stuffed in one cheek. "And the whole reason I had the Stepford collar on was 'cos they already ripped the information out of my brain and needed to keep us all alive and well-behaved while they waited for the next contact event."

[cactusy]

"Hey," says Shaw, looking intently at Eiffel over her plate of food as she sits down on the couch. "Offer's still on the table for me to kick some asses for you."