Fourth floor common room [late evening]

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Aravis? Bored and unable to sleep yet again.

"Why am I watching this man cook? How is this interesting? Is he really doing a whole show on toast?" she wondered aloud, sort of fascinated by the pointlessness of watching someone cook as entertainment.

[oooooooopen like a thingie!]

Fifth floor common room, Thursday morning

[stuckeyboy]

Warren is strangely up much earlier than usual, this morning. Considering that he doesn't have any workshops, one would expect him to be sleeping in until at least mid-afternoon, but . . . this is not destined to be.

Instead, he's making scrambled eggs. Or at least attempting to. This apparently involves a lot of talking to the eggs, pleading with them and threatening them so that they'll crack and not leave lots of eggshell in his frying pan.

Here's hoping he doesn't burn anything. . . .

[ooc: OMG, Warren's actually POSTING. . . . Open!]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

This was getting to be a habit.

Ronan pulled the casserole dish from the oven, and set it on the counter. When he pulled off the lid, the odour of the meatballs, in their savoury, tangy, tomato sauce, escaped and filled the room -- and, if prior experience was any indication, likely the entire building. He pulled a packet of toothpicks out of his basket, setting it beside the casserole, the only kind of utensil for this kind of meal; this was definitely a 'stand, eat, and chat' evening, and there was plenty for anyone who wanted to come by. There were also crackers laid out on a tray. and some sliced peppers, to help round out the meal.


(OOC: And Ronan once again feeds the dorms. :D )