nexus_crossings | Welcome Committee

There's been so many fresh faces to the Nexus recently, and more than a few of them have been children. Questions about finding a way home, about trying to decide if they want to go home. People wondering what to do now...

There are a few tables set out this morning in the Plaza in front of a small cafe loaded with several caraffes of coffee, breakfast pastries from more than a few different worlds and cultures, and a large pan of eggs and sausage kept warm over a chafing dish. On either end of the table are disposable plates, cups, and cutlery as well as a few welcome pamphlets in a small container. Along the front of the tables is a hand made banner.

"Meet and Greet"

Manning the tables is Katsuya Suou, red apron on and a cup of coffee in hand. He looks far too cheerful for how early in the morning it is.

"Right then, is anyone hungry? Have any questions about the nexus?"

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A small snort comes from somewhere to his left and when Vanyel turns to find the cause, he'll find a rogue trying desperately to contain a fit of giggles.

"Not a morning person at all, are you?" Amelia offers an apologetic smile before hiding her face behind her mug of tea. The answer to the question is obvious, but his over-the-top comment still managed to startle a laugh out of her.

He doesn't take offense. It's not as if this situation is exactly new, though usually it's Lydia laughing at him, or Serana.

So when he turns to face her he just offers a sheepish smile and says, "No, not really," before taking a sip of his coffee.

Curiosity gets the better of her and she arches an eyebrow at Van as he sips his coffee. "What brings you out so early then? Couldn't sleep? Or just routine?"

Once he's filled a plate for himself, she'll motion for him to sit down at the table she's occupied. No need for him to try and eat while standing and attempting to drink his coffee.

"Lifelong habit," he agrees. "I couldn't sleep in even if I wanted to, at this point."

The gesture doesn't go unnoticed, and he settles in across from her with a murmur of thanks. It would have been awkward indeed to try and eat while standing and leaning against the counter.

No need to be awkward, Van. After the fight and being teens together, the rogue doesn't have any reason not to trust you.

"You mean you haven't gotten used to the early mornings after a full life of them?" If he thinks she's teasing as she goes to hide behind her mug, he's not wrong. "No wonder you went for the coffee before the food."

And he's appropriately grateful for that.

Far from minding the teasing, he's used enough to it that he offers a sheepish grin in return. "I've gotten used to them, but that doesn't mean I have to like them."

It's a good thing he doesn't mind the teasing, because she's normally terrible at it. At least she's getting something right this morning.

"True, but I'm sure you could shift your sleep schedule if you really wanted to." She punctuates the thought by pointing across the table at him. "Waking even an hour later could make all the difference, if you give it a chance."

Even if she weren't, he's not nearly awake enough to offer any sort of critique.

"I'm sure you're right about that," he takes a sip of his coffee, and when he lowers the mug again he can't help teasing her right back. "Though I have to say, that's the first time anyone's implied waking up so early is lazy of me."

The return teasing brings the lightest pink color to her cheeks. "The habit itself may not be lazy, but the willful objection to changing it is." A smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she sips at her tea. "You have a reason to change it, so the question is why you don't just do it. Seems to me like your life would get better if you did."

"Fair enough," he replies, unable to help but grin at that hint of pink in her cheeks. Both his hands curl around his mug; the porcelain is pleasantly warm to the touch. "You're right, though; it can't hurt to at least try and kick the habit.

"Exactly." She smiles softly as she lowers her mug to the table, resting it between her fingers. "A little shift and you may find mornings that much easier on you. Who knows, maybe you'll become a morning person, too."

Okay, that may be a stretch, but he can't really blame a girl for trying, can he?

Alright, that gets a chuckle out of him. "Oh, I'm not so sure about that part."

It won't be easy to change what's been his habit as far back as he can remember, but she's right that it would be a form of laziness not to even try. And he owes it to himself and those who have to put up with him every morning to do at least that much.

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