idyllspace:whitmerule:laughsalot3412:exactingleverage:↪The Snow JobI love how Hardison takes this in
idyllspace:whitmerule:laughsalot3412:exactingleverage:↪The Snow JobI love how Hardison takes this information in stride. Fortune cookie breakfast? Okay cool, how does that work exactly? He wants to know everything about her. What she does and why she does it. Meanwhile Eliot’s face is the face of a man who is slowly realizing that the people he cares about are going to die of poor life choices without him to mom them into submission.aka angrily cook for them. ALL THE TIME.Eliot: HOW DO THE TWO OF YOU NOT HAVE SCURVY. EAT THIS FANCY MEAL WITH CITRUSHardison: Actually, man, my orange drinks–Eliot: *HISSES LIKE AN ANGRY CAT*Hardison: Nevermind.Eliot: *TURNS TO PARKER* CHOCOLATE AND DRY GOODS ARE NOT A MEAL PLAN, PARKER. I MADE THIS SUPPLEMENT SHAKE–DRINK IT WHILE I WATCH.Parker: …can I dunk my fortune cookies in there?Eliot: *TWITCHES IN FURIOUS RESIGNATION* I ALREADY CRUMBLED SOME UP IN THERE. DRINK. -- source link