Krycek had woken up with breasts. That, according to all the varied shrieks and high-pitched yelling he'd been hearing all morning, was apparently par for the course today.

After a morning of figuring out what exactly lay where, Krycek had found an older shirt of Jake's that had been jammed in a corner of the closet and fit reasonably well and belted a pair of jeans as tightly as possible around his waist, then walked barefoot out to the CR to make some waffles. Rummaging in the fridge gave him a wide array of toppings to put out for whomever wanted to join in.

For some reason, Krycek wanted chocolate syrup on his. Fandom was really really weird today.

[ooc: up for a few hours, so who wants waffles?]