Either Scott was that hungry, the casserole was that good, or both because conscious effort was required to not immediately wolf down his helping of eggy goodness. May, he noticed, was doing the same thing. (Maybe it runs in the family. Souped-up metabolisims and other weirdness.)
"Hey. How's Ami doing?" she asked.
Once he'd swallowed Scott gave her a grin. "Better now. She slept for a while after... whoever did whatever."
"It was the British guy with the big ears," Really Tall Guy volunteered.
Protective anger welled in Scott. He held in it check since he didn't have the whole story. "How do you know? What else did he do?"
"Nuthin'," the Flirt said around a mouthful of eggs. Thankfully he swallowed before continuing. "He apologized, actually. Said that he was just tryin' a mental shout-out."
Scott snorted. "I'd say it worked."
Really Tall Guy frowned at Scott thoughtfully. "So you and Ami are telepathic?"
"Uh..." Despite all of the assorted strangeness Scott wanted to deny it. After his, Ami's, and the others' obvious reaction to Big Ears' "shout-out," denial was out of the question. "Yeah." He almost volunteered that he hadn't heard Big Ears or the other telepaths Ami did, but decided against it. No one here needed to know the details.
Hunt looked up from his plate for the first time since he'd sat down. "But you didn't pass out. Your bird an' the other weirdos did. Why's that, then?"
Scott and several others at the table bristled at the word "weirdos." Nevertheless he held his tongue, only scowling at the insufferable Brit. As he racked his brain for a plausible-sounding reason -- ('Cause explaining our link? Not going to happen.) -- Ami's mental presence grew stronger. Frowning, Scott concentrated on it, instinctively turning in her direction.
A moment after his eyes had moved to the cafeteria entrance Ami strode through. Although she still looked tired, Scott's entire body reacted to the sight of her. The flurry of emotions coursing across their link didn't help any. Scott gulped, then narrowed their connection to a trickle. Hopefully his smitten smile would let her know that he was glad to see her.
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Date: 2007-02-28 10:21 pm (UTC)"Hey. How's Ami doing?" she asked.
Once he'd swallowed Scott gave her a grin. "Better now. She slept for a while after... whoever did whatever."
"It was the British guy with the big ears," Really Tall Guy volunteered.
Protective anger welled in Scott. He held in it check since he didn't have the whole story. "How do you know? What else did he do?"
"Nuthin'," the Flirt said around a mouthful of eggs. Thankfully he swallowed before continuing. "He apologized, actually. Said that he was just tryin' a mental shout-out."
Scott snorted. "I'd say it worked."
Really Tall Guy frowned at Scott thoughtfully. "So you and Ami are telepathic?"
"Uh..." Despite all of the assorted strangeness Scott wanted to deny it. After his, Ami's, and the others' obvious reaction to Big Ears' "shout-out," denial was out of the question. "Yeah." He almost volunteered that he hadn't heard Big Ears or the other telepaths Ami did, but decided against it. No one here needed to know the details.
Hunt looked up from his plate for the first time since he'd sat down. "But you didn't pass out. Your bird an' the other weirdos did. Why's that, then?"
Scott and several others at the table bristled at the word "weirdos." Nevertheless he held his tongue, only scowling at the insufferable Brit. As he racked his brain for a plausible-sounding reason -- ('Cause explaining our link? Not going to happen.) -- Ami's mental presence grew stronger. Frowning, Scott concentrated on it, instinctively turning in her direction.
A moment after his eyes had moved to the cafeteria entrance Ami strode through. Although she still looked tired, Scott's entire body reacted to the sight of her. The flurry of emotions coursing across their link didn't help any. Scott gulped, then narrowed their connection to a trickle. Hopefully his smitten smile would let her know that he was glad to see her.