mitochondriaaya | ...not so holy no.

Who" The twins, a cult, and anyone.
When: A few days after midterms.
What: Religious studies get a touch out of hand.

Life at Kaos U was never boring, no, far from. Their pop quizzes were 'something blew up in X hall' more than anything else. Today was Robotics over in the Farley building. Tat had an extra bit of urgency because they knew someone over there.

Thankfully Pierce was alright, angry that the idiot in the class had caused an explosion, and burned but alive. He knew to come to them instead of any of the other med students, which was best. Everyone had their pet projects after all...

...and who knew how Dilan's modifications would handle some of those pet projects?

Still Pierce got his bandages and sucker just to be amusing. He didn't think anything else of it until he was sitting down at dinner, blinking, "where are the girls?" That was a valid question, right?

The explosion had been before lunch, they should have been home by now certainly? Unless they'd planned library time (slots for that could be just as cutthroat). "They're not on call tonight, right?" at the college clinic?

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"Rephrase that?" Pierce blinked, "I'm not sure what you meant to say but that didn't parse right?"

"...To go with the stew. Like a salad or tin can or something."

"Ah, go, not do, that would be the issue there," he noted. That helped a lot! "Mmmm, salad and some bread and those really crunchy things for salad but no cans I ate a coke can earlier."

"Bread..." Dilan considered for a moment and then went to check the freezer. One loaf of thaw-and-bake bread. Not as good as fresh, but better than nothing he supposed, "Bread we can do."

"On the salad." Braig said cheerfully, "Even I can't screw up a salad."

"As long as you don't try to make dressing."

"Yay bread! It's nice to chew bread between other things!" Pierce grinned. "SECONDING THE NO MAKING SALAD DRESSING THING!" He had a goat stomach, not immortality!

Gahhhh.

"So does this mean girls are on dish duty? I've never had the 'some were down for the count during prep' phase thing happen before!"

"...If they feel good enough, yes. Otherwise Braig will." Dilan decided, with Braig shrugging at both of them.

"Or we could do a dish bot," he mused. "I mean, he was kinda a hero tonight so he should get a night off regardless? Quick bot, he gets to kidnap you..." You know, if the girls stayed out!

"If you do a dish bot," Dilan said, "it gets tested in the lab until you're certain it won't break my dishes." otherwise things will get Very Loud. In that angry Katzu way.

"Duh," he blinked. "I test house bots on eggs before test dishes actually, eggs have a use when broken."

"Okay, sounds good." Dilan hummed softly and fussed about the kitchen for a while longer, letting Braig and Pierce chat until the food was done and it was time to wake up the girls.

Well, dinner interrupted Pierce in the middle of offering Braig a couple satellites if he wanted to start trying to pop things into space and back for his advanced classes but considering it was on the condition the man slap stickers on the things via teleportation...

...maybe best they pause for now and let the battle giddiness wear off yes.

The girls on the other hand had almost Braig levels 'I can be vertical but that's it' levels of not really functional or awake yup. At least Maya managed to stand on her own by leaning on Aya?

"Food." Braig said, putting a twin's arm over his shoulders and gesturing for Pierce to do the same to help them over to the table, "Then you two ladies can get some better sleep in your own beds."

Dilan dished up bowls for everyone, with plates containing the rest of the meal, and then hovered a little bit.

"Food," Maya agreed in a thick mumble.

Granted, none of the men had seen what they were like properly injured or ill, the stew in their bowls was actually gone within two minutes, and most other food bots they could reach without moving out of their chairs!

Pierce, seeing how this was going...slid his bowl their way yup, using it as a distraction to steal a piece of bread and nibble it secretively!

Dilan blinked and kept filling the girls' bowls from the pot, but Braig did the same as Pierce. If the twins were still eating when they ran out of stew, Dilan would start making more food.

Yeeeah, given they weren't slowing in the least, they were probably in a critical calorie burn phase of some sort?

Pierce...whistled and...started sliding other things toward! LIKE COKE CANS!

Dilan slapped Pierce's hand, sharply, and began shoving all the ready-to-eat food in the 'fridge at the girls. "Pierce! Stop that! They don't have goat's stomachs."

"But would they even notice?" he asked, utterly unrepentant! "Why didn't Nevada warn us about this?"

"I would notice." Dilan said, gravely.

"Nevada," Braig said, "probably thought the girls would have told us."

"Fine no coke cans, and it's probably in that list of 'in ncase of emergency read care manual' thing in the front hall?" If this counted as an emergency?

"No it isn't. I've read the whole manual." Dilan said, because of course he had. It was Something Very Important.

"Is there like, emergency rations in there maybe? Like super nutrition blocks?" Maybe Pierce had lived around Braig too lonnnnng.

"There are some labelled rations. I'll...call Nevada." suiting action to words he dialed the girls' guardian and hummed atonally until someone picked up.

"Nevada, speak," he noted, the sound of helicopter blades heavy on the line.

"The girls are eating everything digestible by humans, are the rations included in the manual there for this situation?" Dilan didn't bother to introduce himself. Between the depth of his voice and the subject matter he didn't think he needed to.

"Yes, they didn't auto grab them?" He was not happy to hear that no. "We trade some of the nearby clans for their condensed rations." For this situation. Sure, the katzu clans didn't really use them except for right after growth spurts these days, but back in the wars those on the lines had needed better than an MRE could provide.

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