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Jane finally made it back in the wee hours before dawn. Priestly had, in fact, waited up for her, gathering supplies for the next morning when he was sure he'd have yet another massive breakfast to prepare.
"Well," he said. "At least you didn't get eaten."
"Ew," Jane said. "Dads aren't supposed to talk like that."
"Uh huh."
Priestly offered her the bed, but when he settled in on the floor, she flopped down to use his stomach as a pillow. "How come you're not living with my mom and Jen?" she asked. "I thought you guys met by now."
Crap. "It's, uh. Kind of a long story." He thought back on their conversations that morning, trying to remember what she'd revealed about her version of him. ". . . Am I really a nutritionist?"
"Um, duh. Why, aren't you here?"
"Nah, I'm just a cook."
Jane tilted her head, staring up at him upside down. "That's dumb, Dad."
"Yeah," Priestly said absently. "I guess."
Nutritionist.
He kinda liked that.
[ooc: estaaaaaablishy.]
"Well," he said. "At least you didn't get eaten."
"Ew," Jane said. "Dads aren't supposed to talk like that."
"Uh huh."
Priestly offered her the bed, but when he settled in on the floor, she flopped down to use his stomach as a pillow. "How come you're not living with my mom and Jen?" she asked. "I thought you guys met by now."
Crap. "It's, uh. Kind of a long story." He thought back on their conversations that morning, trying to remember what she'd revealed about her version of him. ". . . Am I really a nutritionist?"
"Um, duh. Why, aren't you here?"
"Nah, I'm just a cook."
Jane tilted her head, staring up at him upside down. "That's dumb, Dad."
"Yeah," Priestly said absently. "I guess."
Nutritionist.
He kinda liked that.
[ooc: estaaaaaablishy.]
