Lunch

Lunch - A From Here On teaser

Lor pushed her headphones off and sighed, saving her work before she forgot. She'd learnt that lesson once and was not keen on repeating it.

She ran her fingers through her hair and stretched out in her chair. Working from home had its perks and she enjoyed them greatly, but it was frequently a challenge to remain productive when home provided so many tempting...distractions. She now knew only to work at home on days that Phil wasn't going to be there himself.

Caught up in a recollection of one such occasion when Phil had quite successfully...distracted her from her work, Lor barely heard the sound of someone in the apartment over the noise coming from her discarded headphones. She tensed up and reached for anything handy with which to attack an intruder. She came away with a broom that Phil had been using to paint with as she rose from her desk and crept out of the study/studio and toward the other end of the flat - the living room and through it, the kitchen.

She crept as quietly as she could through the apartment, clutching at the broom as she discerned the noise was coming, in fact, from the kitchen.

The idea of her home being broken into had never occurred to her. And certainly, if someone had gotten up the guts to do so, what would they possibly be looking for in the kitchen?

She took a deep breath as she came up to the ktichen door, gripping the broom as tightly as she could, and lunging through the door, shouting "Yah!" in an attempt to startle the intruder.

Dil Pickles leapt a half a foot in the air and dropped the leftover lasagnae that was on his fork. "Christ!" he yelled, staggering backwards and all but falling into the sink behind him. "I'm innocent!"

Lor shrieked in shock and dropped the broom. "Jesus, Dil! What the hell are you doing?"

Dil, clutching at his chest and seemingly trying to bring his breathing back under control, dropped the fork from between his fingers. It clattered into the sink behind him. "I was just having lunch. What are you doing here?"

"I live here!" Lor excalimed.

"I thought you were at work," Dil elaborated on his seemingly ridiculous question.

"So, what? When we're at work you break in and steal our food?"

"I don't break in," Dil protested, pulling himself up slightly. "I have a key."

Lor rolled her eyes. "You can't just come in and eat our food, Dil. This isn't a resteraunt. We slave hard over that, you know," she told him, pointing to the half-pan of lasagnae that he was helping himself to.

"Who does?" Dil asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well...Phil does," she corrected herself.

"Uh-huh." Dil nodded, slowly. "Have you had lunch yet?"

"Well...no," Lor said, weakening.

"I'm sure you'd hate to eat alone," Dil needled.

"I'm sure I could survive it," she jumped on his momentum.

"Still..." he said, digging a forkful of lasangnae out of the pan, having finally recovered his equilibrium. "It's very good cold."

"I know..." she said, crossing the kitchen as if drawn by the food. It really had been a very long time since breakfast. "Alright, alright. You can stay for lunch."

"Brilliant."

"But I'll be needing that key."

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One day to go - "Dinner Plans", the first episode of From Here On, is out tomorrow. Hope you've enjoyed the promos, there will be more to come. Be sure to check back tomorrow night for the fic itself!

Acepilot & LordMalachite