{Another day goes by, I think it feels just like yesterday

[ghostphone]

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[belay]

"I dig through ancient civilizations and run through dense jungles for a living. It's not exactly low-effort," Lara states with a slight shrug. With the tank top and sleeping shorts she's wearing, Lara's scars from said treks through jungles and ancient civilizations are brutal. Some of them, especially the ones on her back, look like they'd once been deep claw marks and there are a couple that may or may not look like bullet scars.

"Your mother is lovely. She almost reminds me of my own." Lara has her own fondless for her own mother, but there's no shortage of love for the lady of the house.

The kitchen is quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and Lara heads to one of the cabinets to look for tea. She'd spotted some lavender chamomile earlier and hoped it'd help her out.

"What are you in the mood for, Klaus?" Lara asked, looking at the kid.

[ghostphone]

"You get paid to dig around in old dirt?" He perks a brow as he follows her through the house down to the kitchen. He hops up to sit on the edge of the counter as Lara starts rummaging through cabinets. "Hot chocolate, if we have the stuff for it. But like-- the good kind, where you melt the chocolate down, not the instant stuff." He wrinkles his nose. Look. Mom spoiled them in the tiniest of ways that she could manage when they were younger.

[belay]

"I get paid to discover history. Sometimes, I end up saving the world."

Guess what? She's not joking at all about this. She's done it several times. The most recent one with help from Diego.

"My mother used to make hot chocolate that way," She adds, digging around more for a bar of dark german chocolate, sugar and vanilla. She also pulls out the milk and a couple pots and metal bowls, creating a sort of double boiler to melt the chocolate and mix in the other stuff just so.


"What else should we have?"

[ghostphone]

"History's boring and also, in case you weren't aware, over. What's the point of finding out old stuff?" He leans back on one arm and watches her. He lets his legs sway a little over the edge of the counter and shrugs at that question. "I dunno. I'm not really hungry." That was not an unusual thing to hear crawl its way out of Klaus' mouth, his appetite ranged pretty wildly from ravenously hungry to eating less than a bird.