Private Finished Midnight Batting Cage

The first thing she pulled from the bag was the eggs--boy, she loved eggs for breakfast. Well, maybe not love, but she sure did like eggs a lot. She pulled a fork out from the bag as well and sat on her bed, facing Ash as she dug in. "Really? Maybe I'll try it sometime--I bet it's because they have the middle school grades attending. I got plenty of horror stories, but people also said that middle schools tend to have the best lunches--ice cream, milkshakes, cookies, brownies, and good cinnamon rolls. I really want cinnamon rolls now."

Her eyebrows quirked as he at first said no to her offer, then flipped a switch and accepted it. "You trying not to appear too excited for my pancakes? It's fine, shortcake! Your disguised eagerness warms my heart," she laughed, teasing him lightly. "I'll head out to the store today and start stocking our kitchen with ingredients. I have an itch for baking, and oh I think I'll faint if I don't satisfy it."

At first she was confused about his sudden mention of water manipulation, but his clarification changed that. Maisie snorted and laughed again, shaking her head. "Nope, not it! That'd be a bit of a let-down, huh? You got all these vampires and fairies and people who can call infernos down from the sky, and here I am, able to make water dance a little. Why're you watching me drink, anyways? I must be real fascinating to you, if you can notice something like that."

"Ah, there it is! Always wanting to go outside with me somewhere," she snickered, then shoveled another forkful of eggs between her teeth. "I can handle myself quite well, but if you reeeeally insist on coming, then...Alright. Sure. First stop is the farmer's market! When we go, that is. I ain't leaving these heavenly eggs just yet."

"Hey, didn't I include vampires in that mix? I think they were the first things I mentioned! See, vampires are a lot cooler than people who can wiggle water." Maisie reached over from where she sat to sip from her glass, and again it remained just as full (or empty) as it had been before. "I'm tempted not to tell you. Very tempted. Ain't it a lot more fun to figure it out on your own?"

She finished off her eggs and dug around for the pancakes yet, munching on a piece of bacon in between every other bite. "I got infinite liquids, to tell you anyways; any liquid you can think of, maybe. It's not as big of a let-down, I'd think. I only got it a few years ago, actually, so it's not like I grew up drinking infinite milk from sippy-cups. Shoot, I could've let you go on drinking that coffee a lot longer, if you didn't just finish it off; all I'd to do is hold onto that cup."

This boy was unshakeable. The only thing she'd probably managed to get out of him--at least the first thing that came to mind--was a compliment on how she looked when she was half-dead from exhaustion. Even then, she hadn't known if he was being truthful or not--she had just hit him in the head with a baseball bat. And he was probably exhausted. And upset with her. Maisie rubbed her head.

She suddenly perked up and caught the bag of cinnamon rolls with a gasp. "You're like some sort of...cinnamon roll wizard! It's like you somehow knew however long ago you bought these that there'd be some country girl who'd move in and go on and on about cinnamon rolls in the morning." She finished off a piece of bacon and practically ripped the bag open to shove one of the cinnamon rolls in her mouth, manners be darned. "If you have cinnamon rolls in there, do you also have biscuits? Cookies? Particularly peanut butter cookies. You don't have an allergy to peanuts, do you?"

"It's actually real handy when I'm making pancakes; I can make a good three dozen out of a recipe that only makes a dozen, but any more'n that and I'd have a lot of leftovers." Maisie swallowed a mouthful of cinnamon roll and let out a satisfied sigh. "So! We haven't talked school yet. I wanna see your schedule--maybe we have some classes together, seeing as how I think we're around the same age--must be the height. If we do, then I can heckle you for pencils and paper that I never bring to class for some unknown reason."

"Assume that you'll let me--you traitor! You're not very nice," she pouted. "If that's how you're gonna be, then I'll just have to take them while you're not looking! You'll never suspect a thing. I was a master thief back on the farm; I made off with all the muffins, and I was never once caught."

Maisie opened up the picture of her schedule that she took on her phone and compared the two for a few moments. "Looks like we have three classes together, if my math is as sharp as I remember it to be. Aand one of those is not a class on vampires." She leaned over to open the drawer of her nightstand and shove his schedule paper inside, casual as could be.

Maisie shoved the last cinnamon roll in her mouth and hopped up. She took what was left in the bag of food and went to set it on the kitchen counter, then turned to Ash with her hands on her hips. But she couldn't speak with her mouth full. So she stared at him and his amber eyes for several moments until she swallowed her food. "So! Are we heading out now, and I can annoy you by pointing a lot and asking questions about every single thing I've never seen before? Or are we going to stand around all day and admire my pretty makeup and your pretty eyes?"