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anythingdrabbleTitle: 'Fun Conversation'
Fandom: Friends
Characters/Pairings: Chandler Bing, Monica Geller-Bing
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted totripledrabbles
Summary: "Sure, it's funny now," Chandler muttered.
"Good morning, sweetie." Monica grinned, leaning in for a kiss. "How does a tall stack of blueberry pancakes sound?"
Chandler hugged her tight, before settling in at the table. "It sounds terrific," he told her, yawning. He sipped briefly at his coffee.
She set a plate in front of him, along with a small syrup bottle. "Here you go. By the way, what the hell were you dreaming about last night," she asked as she fixed some pancakes for herself. "You kept mumbling in your sleep. It kept me awake for a few hours."
"Ughghgh. Sorry about that, Mon," he muttered, wincing. "I had this dream about the kids, and taking them out for Halloween. It wasn't fun; more like stressful."
Frowning, Monica sat down beside him, tidily spreading butter across her pancakes. Then, she set about cutting them into perfectly symmetrical, bite-sized pieces. "It'll be a few years, yet, before the twins are old enough to go trick-or-treating. Why would that be something to have a troubling dream about?"
"Well," he sighed, "it wasn't about the trick-or-treating, really. In my dream, we never actually got that far. I was more worried about the costume that they were fighting over."
"Jack and Erica were fighting over a costume? Which one was it?"
Chandler grimaced. "Wonder Woman."
Hearing it, Monica snorted the orange juice she'd been drinking. "Wonder Woman," she repeated with a giggle. "Our children were arguing over a Wonder Woman costume?!"
"Sure, it's funny now," Chandler muttered. "Will it be as funny when they're old enough to learn about their Grandpa Bing?"
Monica grinned. "Grandpa Bing, the gay grandpa who headlines a drag show in Las Vegas? That'll be a fun conversation."
"I think the birds and the bees will be easy, by comparison."
Fandom: Friends
Characters/Pairings: Chandler Bing, Monica Geller-Bing
Word Count: 300
Rating: G
Notes: Crossposted to
tripledrabblesSummary: "Sure, it's funny now," Chandler muttered.
"Good morning, sweetie." Monica grinned, leaning in for a kiss. "How does a tall stack of blueberry pancakes sound?"
Chandler hugged her tight, before settling in at the table. "It sounds terrific," he told her, yawning. He sipped briefly at his coffee.
She set a plate in front of him, along with a small syrup bottle. "Here you go. By the way, what the hell were you dreaming about last night," she asked as she fixed some pancakes for herself. "You kept mumbling in your sleep. It kept me awake for a few hours."
"Ughghgh. Sorry about that, Mon," he muttered, wincing. "I had this dream about the kids, and taking them out for Halloween. It wasn't fun; more like stressful."
Frowning, Monica sat down beside him, tidily spreading butter across her pancakes. Then, she set about cutting them into perfectly symmetrical, bite-sized pieces. "It'll be a few years, yet, before the twins are old enough to go trick-or-treating. Why would that be something to have a troubling dream about?"
"Well," he sighed, "it wasn't about the trick-or-treating, really. In my dream, we never actually got that far. I was more worried about the costume that they were fighting over."
"Jack and Erica were fighting over a costume? Which one was it?"
Chandler grimaced. "Wonder Woman."
Hearing it, Monica snorted the orange juice she'd been drinking. "Wonder Woman," she repeated with a giggle. "Our children were arguing over a Wonder Woman costume?!"
"Sure, it's funny now," Chandler muttered. "Will it be as funny when they're old enough to learn about their Grandpa Bing?"
Monica grinned. "Grandpa Bing, the gay grandpa who headlines a drag show in Las Vegas? That'll be a fun conversation."
"I think the birds and the bees will be easy, by comparison."
