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(Previously, on Gargoyles...)

Brooklyn had been out on a short patrol. After the latest attempt on home and Goliath (it was a long, point-y story), he had changed the patrol schedules around to keep everyone a little closer to the castle. Just in case.

He had a real reason not to be around the bar for several days (to his point of view). It had nothing to do with a girl, not at all. He had bigger things to worry about. Entirely.

So, when he wanders through the front door instead of the tv room in the castle, he does not panic. For he is Brooklyn, mighty tactician!

He does not cling to the (now locked) front door, claw at the hinges, and shout, "I'm not ready yet! I don't have a plan! I don't have flowers! Wait, wait, I might have left the kettle on in the kitchen, so you need to open up and--"

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"...Brooklyn?" Elda blinks at the scene he is currently making. "Are you all right? What aren't you ready for?"

And why does he need flowers?

Brooklyn freezes.

Beat.

Brooklyn whips around and is Perfectly Normal.

"What? Ready? For? Kettle!"

"...did you want some tea?" She's extrapolating from the information given to her!

"Yes! I mean, no! I mean--"

He really meant to look dashing and show how he's a great friend that isn't being pushy about the fact she's the first girl that's ever given him attention over his brothers. He was sure that the plan he would have come up with would have been brilliant. Work of genius!

Instead, he gets to look insane! Great exchange!

"...hi, Elda. Tea would be nice, yeah. Earl grey is great." And off he sulks toward Elda.

Stupid door.

A few moments later, Elda has negotiated then a tea tray from the bar, and set it on a nearby table. She looms over the table to pour a mug for herself.

"Honey and lemon, or milk and sugar?"

There are cookies too!

"Milk and sugar, please. Thank you."

"Sorry," he explains as he watches her very carefully (and slowly) pour with her claws. "Things got...well, they kind of exploded after we last talked. Little invasion of the castle, had a confrontation with my clone. Little more action than we've had lately. Our clan leader needed to take it easy after, so I've been...I took over a little more."

She almost drops the teapot, but catches it and only sloshes a little.

"Invasion? Confrontation? Clone? Brooklyn, are you all right?" He didn't answer before, and now she is really worried! Elda looks at him through one eye, then the other.

"Nothing exploded literally?"

He makes a reach to also catch the teapot, but Elda has it. She's great that way. "Sorry!"

"Just the one turret exploded. Really, that was pretty light damage for an attack on the castle. Our landlord had it all fixed by the time we woke up the next night."

"Yeah, clone. Mad scientist made a clone of each of my clan. I'm kind of picky about my DNA, these days, understandably. He's named Malibu and blue and can't speak in complete sentences, and the little creep is dating a gargoyle woman that wears leather. Leather! What does that say about me when my clone with only a third my mental capacity can find a way to reproduce with a leather chick and I'm, well." He gives Elda an awkward shrug.

And he waves off the rest, "Goliath got stabbed, but he's fine now. Needs to rest more, but nothing a few more days of stone sleep won't fix. We're...sticking close to home right now. It was a surprise, that's all."

Elda finishes setting out the tea on autopilot.

"It sounds like more than a little surprise." And remarkably like some days at the University, when she thinks about it.

"I'm glad you're all mostly all right. I can't imagine what it would be like..." All of her brothers and sisters are, well. Elda doesn't approve of the idea of someone manipulating genetics poorly and with intent to harm.

"And some girls have very poor taste," she posits.

"Thanks," and he takes a grateful sip.

"Shouldn't have been a surprise. We always have things like that happen during parties. Clones, crazy and suddenly alive villains, something with magic and robots. Only got a little bashed and sliced, so I shouldn't complain. Day in the life of being a gargoyle."

He realizes in that moment he just babbled very casually about a bloody fight to the girl he is trying to impress with his gentlemanly ways. Crap.

"Yeah, yeah! No bad girls for me! No, librarians! That's the way to go! They'll love my motorcycle! ...well, my next one!"

Babble, babble, babble, STOP HIM, ELDA.

"I thought you said you didn't get hurt." This is her STERN look, Brooklyn. She's had practice. She's also a few feet taller than you.

She'll get to librarians and asking about motorcycles in a moment.

Brooklyn tries the innocent look that got him out of being grounded in the rookery as a wee gargoyle. "I...ah, got better? I'm okay! Just a scratch!" He offers his blemish free forearm.

Elda examines him with the practiced eye of an older sister, and someone with claws who hangs around humans.

"Good." She doesn't usually bring the asskickings, but someone's evil clone qualifies as a possibility.

Beat.

"What's a motorcycle?"

Brooklyn stares.

Dreamy, "Motor on two wheels that goes really, really fast. And when things are less exploding, I'm taking you for a ride. You'll like the wind in your hair."

His thoughts aren't at all along the lines of Elda in the ...lady... seat, screaming at the speed and clinging to...well, him and...

No, no he isn't thinking that. He is thinking Friend thoughts.

"Oh, one of those engines that burn things to run! And I always like wind in my feathers when I fly, but I have never had real wind in my hair."

Silly breezes don't count. Real wind is when you dive.

If he knew Elda's thoughts, he'd be forced to do the gargoyle equivalent to proposing right this moment. As is, Brooklyn grins at her. "We've got a need for speed, baby, yeah? I'll set it up. Once things settle...more..." He laughs. "Like things are ever slow and easy with my clan."

Look, he's cool motorcycle guy instead of insane friend guy! He knew something would come to him. He steals a tea cookie in celebration, and no, he doesn't grin about the fact that a cute girl made him tea to try and make him feel better.

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