[ Saturdays are lazy days for Kate. And lazy days are started with an hour and a half of Ashtanga Yoga that leaves her limbs feeling like glorious jello, followed by a breakfast of oatmeal generously heaped with powdered milk and paired off with the promise of newly-cooked waffles whose mix sits ready and waiting in the fridge.
What Kate does not expect is to jog happily down to the kitchen, open up the fridge to grab mix, pull out a tray of ice from the freezer... only to check again because... there is gelato. In her freezer.
Authentic Italian gelato.
She closes the door slowly and pads out into the living room, rounding the couch to see one silver-haired speedster curled up under a duvet that is barely even doing what it's supposed to do. Which is cover him up.
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What Kate does not expect is to jog happily down to the kitchen, open up the fridge to grab mix, pull out a tray of ice from the freezer... only to check again because... there is gelato. In her freezer.
Authentic Italian gelato.
She closes the door slowly and pads out into the living room, rounding the couch to see one silver-haired speedster curled up under a duvet that is barely even doing what it's supposed to do. Which is cover him up.
Right. ]
A-ahem.