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[reconstitution]

Who: Bucky & You!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Heron
When: 11/2

[ Hello, fleet! Today you get a message from someone who's been more than a little absent the past month. Some people may be more aware of it than others, but he's finally crawling out of the woodwork.

Waking up has been more than a little disorienting, because he didn't recall falling asleep, or when. It makes him uneasy, a solid weight sitting in his gut. The last time he couldn't remember things, it wasn't so great for the fleet. ]

What year is it?

Not sure how long I was out..Is everyone okay?

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[reconstitution]

...what the hell is that?

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[ladybro]

It's what happens when a donut and a croissant have a love-child in Manhattan.

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[reconstitution]

That's a thing? That doesn't sound real.

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[ladybro]

It's a very real and very delicious thing. And I'm trying to recreate them over here on the Blameless. Attempt 13 isn't a total disaster.

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[reconstitution]

When you have a successful attempt, give me a call.

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[ladybro]

Harsh. How am I supposed to succeed without constructive criticism? Everyone else I know is either too nice or too Clint.

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[reconstitution]

So you need a scapegoat that's difficult to poison.

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[ladybro]

That's about the long and short of it, yeah.

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[reconstitution]

Fair enough. I'm game, though I'm not quite sure how I'll be an accurate judge.

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[ladybro]

Accuracy comes later -- for now, I'll focus on edible. Who knows, maybe someday my knock-offs will also get scalped on the street for $100 'cause no one wants to wait in line for two hours and pay the sticker price of $5.

If that day comes, I'll be sure to remember your contribution.

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[reconstitution]

Fair enough. Just tell me when and where.

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[ladybro]

How does tomorrow sound? Give you the day to get your stretchies out.

[ y'know. because you were asleep. ]

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[reconstitution]

Sounds good.

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[ladybro]

Wear your comfy pants. :)

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[reconstitution]

I'm not going to ask, but okay. |:

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[ladybro]

[ food's gonna be so good you're gonna need an elastic waistband, buddy.

hopefully. ]

Come after 12. Noon. I'll be in the kitchen. Probably.

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[reconstitution]

[ You severely underestimate super soldier metabolism, Kate. ]

I can see how having a midnight visitor would be a little weird.

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[ladybro]

True. Though, hey, you learn to keep weird hours when you become a Young Avenger/actual Avenger.

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[reconstitution]

Space with no day/night rotations doesn't help.

The Heron keeps odd hours, anyway.

it's all good.

[ladybro]

You know? It really doesn't help. At all.

But I'm sticking with my guns. Noon. You've got a date with a knockoff cronut. Maybe two, if you like'em.

[reconstitution]

I'll be there.

[ladybro]

[ AND SURE ENOUGH...

the next day, the kitchen on the blameless is something of a disaster-zone. the table is taken up by cooling racks with donut-croissants in various states of cooling and glazing. the counter is a landscape of mixing bowls, of pots filled with frying oil, and a lot of flour. flour is smudged everywhere.

even on kate, despite the apron. ]

[reconstitution]

[ He lets himself onto the Blameless, and it's easy enough to find the kitchen- or what's left of it. The smell draws him down the hall, and to Kate's credit, it smells fantastic. Hopefully the taste isn't deceiving. ]

..You know, I'm pretty sure the flour is supposed to go in the bowl. Unless they've changed the method of cooking in the past seventy years.

[ladybro]

Most of it got in there. [ she smirks, dragging the back of her hand across her cheek. ] And, to be fair, seventy years brought the excellent leap forward in cooking technology that is the microwave. Not that I've been using ours today. This is strictly a frying situation, here.

[ she cants her head towards the table -- there's a free chair, there, unfettered by a pile of baking sheets. ] Milk? Water? Coffee? I don't have a machine, but I have a french press. It's passable.

[reconstitution]

[ He takes the unoccupied seat, making himself comfortable. ] Coffee sounds great. Do you want me to make it?

[ Or help cleaning up, because this is some intense-level mess she's made. ]