( what can she say? felicity doesn't fuck around. once she hands over the broom and dustpan, she returns to the stove and takes over from her own magic.... and what do you know! everything is done, perfectly. she removes the frying pan from the active burner and instead reaches for the kettle on the counter to put that on instead. while the water boils, she begins serving up a plate.

scrambled eggs, bacon, smoked fish, and roasted tomatoes on the vine. there's also some fresh fruit as an option. )

If you want seconds, help yourself. Tea's almost ready. ... If you have a way to ask questions, I'll do my best to answer, alright? But first, food.