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[The PCD catches Break singing has he manages the dishes.]

Twelve for the twelve Apostles
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven,
Ten for the ten commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April Rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky,

[Up to his elbows in soap, voice pleasant, but wheezy.]

Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the Gospel makers,
Three, three, the rivals,
Two, two, the lily-white boys,
Clothèd all in green, O and
One is one and all alone
And evermore shall be so!

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[Offline, as always]

[thelightbringer]

You're in a festive mood.

[Offline, as always]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I'm back in my own body, I'm full of good food-

[thelightbringer]

Good food? That's an accomplishment.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Life is difficult.

How are you?

[thelightbringer]

[How is he? Rhode is gone. Castiel's Grace was taken. A dozen other wrongs.]

Oh, the same as ever. You said it yourself...life is difficult.

You found decent food and decided to celebrate by cleaning?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I like a tidy house?

[thelightbringer]

Liar. I've seen the bedroom.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I'm also half blind! I miss a speck or two!

[thelightbringer]

Your bed is a rat's nest. Almost literally. All it's missing are the rats...

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Don't besmirch me. I do have rats.

[thelightbringer]

Have you named them? Taught them tricks yet?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Absolutely. They can build small bridges over the cracks int eh floorboard.

[thelightbringer]

Shouldn't they cartwheel across them?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

They're too fat to cartwheel.

[thelightbringer]

Why are your rats fat?

[When Break is so scrawny.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Because they're imaginary, twerp.

[thelightbringer]

[The sudsy water inexplicably lurches up and all over Break.]

You feed them all your imaginary food? You're such a martyr.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[He bursts into laughter, flicking soap suds at him.]

If you dry me, I'll tell you what's in the oven.

[thelightbringer]

[He walks over and places a hand on Break's chest; the water flows back into the sink, almost in reverse.]

Is it something Gabriel would want?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Sort of.

[Opening it up, and the room is hit by a wave of sweet peanut scent.

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer smiles and drapes an arm on Break's shoulder, leaning slightly against him.]

Cookies?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Shoo. I need potmits, or they'll burn.

[Finding a set, to get the cookie sheet out.]

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer doesn't shoo far. He hovers, watching, stealing one extremely hot cookie once it's out of the oven. Burns don't hurt and they just heal up as they're formed, so it's worth it.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

-Lucifer!

[Chiding]

[thelightbringer]

[Smirking at him, chilling half the cookie and offering it]

Satisfied?