Indy and Mike's suite

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy's cooking skills have come a long way since the days of nearly burning down the Suite 134 kitchen. He can now fry sausage, bacon and eggs, reheat gravy, and cook Pillsbury canned dough biscuits in the oven, without the smoke detector going off even once. Uh huh, you heard me. Indiana Jones is actually approaching a level of self-sufficient

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[henry_jones_jr]

Annnnd done!

Indy closes the last cupboard door just before Mike enters, and he just has enough time to turn and lean casually against the counter with his cup of coffee, perfecting the look of someone who wasn't doing anything wrong whatsoever.

"Morning."

An eyebrow raises. Mostly at the curious attire, since the lack of tinyphant can easily be explained by a Hagrid or other babysitter drop-off.

"Spacesuit worn out already?" he queries.

[henry_jones_jr]

Indy's brow furrows now. He hasn't seen that expression on Mike's face for quite some time. It only has a few explanations.

"Mike? Have you been hitting the special brownies without me?"