Storefront Apartments, Second Floor. Mac and Cally's Apartment, Monday Morning.

[victimofcylons]

Cally was, amazingly, up and about this morning. Her way of coping with mind-numbing, inexplicable and horrible emotional strife was to... cook breakfast. A lot of breakfast

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[justlikeq]

Mac, still slouching around in sweatpants this morning, leaned over the island counter to see what she was doing.

"You intending to feed the masses?" she asked.

[victimofcylons]

"...yes," Cally said.

[justlikeq]

"Hm." Mac just nodded slightly. If that was what she wanted to do, she wasn't going to stop her.

"Well, so long as you take the food to them, y'know, outside. I like the thousands of people not being in the kitchen."

[victimofcylons]

"You, erm, want any?" Cally said. "I'm... not so sure I should be venturing out into the big wide world today."