2346/Breakfast at Elliot's

Breakfast at Elliot's
Date of Scene:	06 September 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Little Blackhawk, Black Canary

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Little Blackhawk has posed:
It's first thing in the morning and the smell of pancakes and bacon is evident. The sizzling reinfroces this. Zinda is nowhere to be found so she isn't cooking today, as much as she loves to do it. So it must be... Elliot. The table is already set well beofore Dinah gets there. The tiniest blonde has been up cooking all morning. She's wearing a whtie blouse that hugs her curves just a bit too well and one of her black skirts- possibly stolen from a uniform. And as she sets the table the girl bops her way across the kitchen, sliding socked feet.

"Dolla bill, dolla dolla dolla bill, ya'll!" Elliot is singing Wu-Tang Clan lyrics? Doesn't she have trouble with words? She certainly knows the song at least, though Dinah's a better age to have heard it.

Black Canary has posed:
    The slightly mussed blonde is defintiely dressed down...comfy lycra shorts, a tank top for the heat that leaves her midriff mostly uncovered, and flip flip style sandals. "There's a blast from my past..." she says ruefully, wandering over into the kitchen. "Are you the designated cook today?"

Little Blackhawk has posed:
    "Staten Island, represent. Wu-Tang Clan. Whoo!" Elliot goes so far as to slam her left fist twice into her chest and make the iconic sideways "peace" sign before breaking into soft laughter. "Nah, Zee just wasn't here. I never get to cook while she's around." the girl laughs softy at that. "Hungry?"

Black Canary has posed:
    "I could eat." Dinah notes, looking very amused as she heads over to the fridge. "Want something to drink though?" She's not above helping with table setting and such, if nothing else. "And I'm not...sure where Zinda is.." she admits, a faint note of concern in her voice. "But...I'm sure she'll pop up at some point."

Little Blackhawk has posed:
    "Zee comes and goes. You have to lt her," Elliot responds quietly. She nods and then moves over to the table wher the food's been laid out. "Oh, sure! Juice is good - you know.... Orange," She pauses for a second, frowning briefly as seh does so. "Is somethign the matter, though? You seem worried."

Black Canary has posed:
    "Describes most of us, I guess, with Grace headed back home to her other job." She wrinkles her nose a bit. "I'm kinda happy being on an island sometimes, me...it's nice ot get away from it all." She tugs open the door, then slides out the glass bottle of orange juice, heading over to a cupboard to get some tumblers, then bringing them over as she starts to fill them.

    At the question, she hesistates. "...a bit." she admits after a moment. "...last mission brought up some old demons for her. Not sure how she's going to face them." She sighs, then walks around to take a seat. "If she hasn't talked to you yet, it's because she's working herself up to it, I think. She asked me to wait until she was ready to talk about it."

Little Blackhawk has posed:
    "Okay," Elliot responds quietly. The girl jhas a solemn cast to her features but she honest does. "Syrup?" She asks then cheerfully,, holding the container of warmed maple i nhand. Yes, it's the attiest breakfast known to man. All she's missing isa chicken fired steak and a bunch of gravy to make it al iteraal heart attack in meal form. Plenty of energy for people who work otu regularly.
    "Well," Elliot begins as she takes a deep breath. "I knew there was somthing bothering her. I hope I find out soon," she finishes earnestly. "But I can wait until she's ready to talk about it."She leans forwad to finish with the plate, her skirt riding up slightly with the movement. Elliot doesn' seem to care; they live in the same space after all.

Black Canary has posed:
    Luckily, Dinah's heavy exercise regimen does mean she can pack on calories somewhat without worrying. She actually DOES need the energy. "I'm sure she'll tell you hon..." she says with a faint smile, though her eyes are more solemn. "And I'd love some syrup...it's the good stuff, from what I saw. Actual syrup, that is...." She tilts her head, watching the other girl. "...you know, I think this is the first time I've actually got to talk to you with just the two of us."

Little Blackhawk has posed:
    Elliot nods slowly at this, her expression still fairly serious. She settles in with enough food to satisfy a NFL player just before a big game, her fork in hand while she eyes the mountain of egg,s pancakes, bacon, sausage, butte,r and maple syrup. "I don't talk much," trhe girl admits then quietly. Given how often she asks people to repeat themselves it's no wonder. Often she records conversations and can be found playing them back to herself later. "But I thoguth may be we could fix that."

Black Canary has posed:
    Dinah smiles a bit at that. "Sure...not for lack of interest on my part." she assures the younger girl, starting to dig into her own plate. Though she goes for the bacon first. Because why wait for bacon? "Whatcha feel like talking about?" she asks after a moment.