Stark's Room, The Arms, Saturday Morning

[stykera]

Saturday mornings were generally quiet affairs for Stark. Of course, most days were. Generally he liked it that way. He hadn't realized last night was Prom yet, and even if he had he probably wouldn't have made the connection between that event and the arrival of unexpected children. After all, he hadn't had any children show up on the island before. The only time that had ever happened had been on that trip to Disneyland.

So it was an entirely unsuspecting alien who was sitting on the floor watching television (the Food Network, naturally) on Saturday morning and wondering whether he should venture out for food or not. The question was about to be answered for him.

[For kidlets, but open should anyone want to stop by or call or whatever.]

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[stykera]

"Anders would never take away anyone's cupcake privileges," Stark said. What a horrible thought. "Never. I promise."

"I might." No, he wouldn't. "No, I wouldn't." See?

"But we should eat something else first. We could get bacon. Or pizza. Or pizza with bacon? Or something else. Whatever you want. Anything. Just not cupcakes yet."

[glowyfacebabies.livejournal.com]

"I want everything!" Glitz announced. "Mostly the bacon. ALL THE BACON. Bacon onna pizza! Bacon! With bacon sauce! With bacon onna side! And a bacon garrrrrrnish!" Someone clearly spent too much time with his uncle Anders.

[stykera]

"I am not sure there is enough bacon on the island for all that," Stark said. "Perhaps...just the pizza?"