Any thought of playing innocent and coy at the accusation was swiftly drowned and buried when he mentioned there being no alcohol. Instead, she groaned loudly and flopped over on the counter to bury her head in her arms and hate the world.

When the finely feathered mutant once again asked about food, she took one glance at the cereal box to her left and gave in. "Ugh, sure." Megan claimed her own chair at the table, flipping hers around so she could sit in it backwards and not feel as confined.

"I am Andrea."

"Charlotte." She muttered back, not bothering to look at the girl while she plopped her chin in one hand. "No meat for me, feathers." Was she being a little demanding? Of course she was, she was hungover.

The Greek at her side wrinkled her nose at Megan, which she caught from the corner of her eye, so she turned and wrinkled hers right back.

"My name is not 'Feathers'," Mariusz said lightly, deciding that he would give breakfast to Andrea first. He flipped the pancake in the skillet over with a deft flick of his wrist while holding onto the handle of the skillet. "Tea and orange juice are available, help yourself," he continued. He had no intention of serving the woman at the moment since he was occupied with cooking though, under normal circumstances, he might have been a more accommodating host.

Checking the pancake and seeing that it was done he slid it onto the plate with the first and then added the sausages and some of the casserole to a second plate before tossing two more sausages into the skillet to pan fry and turning up the heat. As the new sausages began to sizzle he picked up both plates and set them both down in front of Andrea, the butter and syrup for the pancakes was already on the table.

There was a certain amount of satisfaction that came with a plate being given to her first, instead of the haired haired woman. The kind people most often associated with karma. Andrea wasn't one to gloat, though, so she kept her thoughts to herself and nervously avoided the woman's piercing eyes. "Thank you, Mariusz... this looks absolutely delicious. You did not have to serve me though." She hated feeling like a pain, and considering she was most used to serving others, being served was a little strange. It made her reflect back to being a child, when her mother would bring dinner out.

The Greek arranged her plate and utensils neatly, waiting for everyone, even Charlotte, to be served and seated before eating. Instead, she wiggled back out of her seat to grab a cup of tea for herself. "Would you like anything to drink, Mariusz?"

Hmph. Nobody had a sense of humor anymore. She grumbled something about getting his feathers ruffled, and then fell silent. Mrs. Gorgon wasn't staring at her anymore, which was good because nearly every time she looked at the woman's face she got the urge to stomp on it. When Andrea stood and wandered away from her plate, though, she spared a glance at her.

Oh, how nice was that? She was offering to get bird-boy something to drink. "Get me a glass of O.J. while yer up, will ya?" Medusa shot her a look and a frown, but seemed to be heading for the fridge anyway. What? She already over there. It wasn't like getting an extra glass was gonna kill her.

In fact, Megan took advantage of the Greek having left her plate unguarded to potentially prolong her life. Greasy, fatty sausage was terrible for ones health you know. She snatched a sausage and popped it into her mouth, and chewed contently.

Megan: Savior of hearts everywhere.

"Just tea for me, thank you," Mariusz called over his shoulder as he continued working on making pancakes for everyone. Within a few minutes he had produced another small stack of pancakes. He slid them onto a plate with some of the skillet concoction on a separate plate and then slid both of the plates in front of Megan. "And here we are," he said.

Returning again to the skillet he quickly flipped the sausages and then produced a stack of pancakes of his own before tipping the breakfast onto plates and setting his own plates on the table before seating himself. There was a pensive look on his face as he began to eat. He was trying to work out, in his head, the best way to approach the question he wanted to ask. In truth, he wasn't altogether sure he wanted to ask it of Megan but there was no way to ask Andrea without also asking the other woman. To exclude the brunette from the question would be rude, after all.

Returning to the table with a cup for herself, a cup for Mariusz, and (against her better judgement) a drink for Charlotte as well, the Greek sat herself down and passed the cups out. "Here you are, Charlotte, Mariusz."

Folding a napkin over her lap, she set about sectioning off her pancakes, and smiled. "So, Mariusz, how long have you been here exactly?" She'd never run into him before, after all. Then again, she'd never run into Charlotte before either. The latter was probably for the best. "... and, how about yourself, Charlotte?"

She got the oddest feeling from the dark haired, light eyed woman though... like a hazy deja vu. Was it possible she'd seen her before, but had just forgotten? Pondering on that, she dug into her meal heartily.

Megan didn't wait for either of them to sit down, before she started eating. The sooner she had food in her stomach, the sooner she'd stop feeling like #$%@. Hopefully. Still, she paused in eating to answer the question thrown at her; she had some manners after all. "I'm not new. Been here a while."

At least two yeas now, if she was correct. Then again, she wasn't really counting how long she'd lived in the damn place, just how long she'd been stalking it's halls. "...Haven't you been lurking around here for ages now, Medu-- Andrea?"

It was hard, but not impossible, to keep a smirk on her face. In fact, she managed a rather polite smile. Polite, and maybe a little venomous. While she waited for an answer, she cheerfully took a bite of one speared-on-a-fork sausage.

"Thank you," Mariusz said, accepting the glass from Andrea and then waiting for her to seat herself before he began to eat. It had taken him a few minutes longer than he had anticipated in order to begin eating his meal. Before he got too far along Andrea had asked a question to make some chit chat. Before Mariusz could reply Megan had already answered. Apparently, she had been at the Mansion for some time.

"Me? I have been living here for a few months now," Mariusz replied, swallowing a bite of pancake before he answered so as not to talk with his mouth full. He noticed that Megan had a sausage, even though she hadn't asked for one, no doubt she had pilfered it from Andrea's plate. "And how about you?"

A frown curled her lips momentarily, aimed directly at Charlotte. The woman was poking her with a proverbial pointy stick on purpose; for what reason however was lost to her. Also, why did it seem like food was missing from her plate?

With a squint in Charlotte's direction the Greek smartly inched her plate closer to herself, and turned her gaze to Mariusz. "I have indeed been been here for a while now. Though, I would not describe it as lurking. A few years now, it has been."

Pondering on that while she popped another bite into her mouth, the Gorgon thought back as far as she could while distracted by delicious pancakes and sausage.

A smirk pulled at one corner of her mouth, and Megan started to reign herself in a little. The game wasn't much fun anymore when people caught onto it. With a slight sigh, she set about poking through her own food, wishing it were a mug brimming with spirits rather than a plate topped with pancakes.

...Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers, and if it helped with rolling stomach and the jackhammers in her head she'd be more than thankful.