Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

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Technically speaking, Firekeeper knew how to cook. Of course, her idea of 'cooking' involved grilling meat over a fire for as little time as possible, something that wasn't exactly possible indoors.

She'd seen others get food from the cupboards in the small kitchen area in the common room before, though. The only problem was that almost none of it was any sort of food she was familiar with. Well, there had been the fermented-grains drink she'd used to try and entice the skunk away from Jan, but she wasn't touching that.

She was investigating just about everything else, though, which is why there was a table in the common room spread with an array of snack foods, and a very curious wolf-girl thoughtfully nibbling away.

Blind Seer wasn't so much interested in the food as he was Firekeeper's various reactions to it, and was sprawled on a couch where he could watch.

[ooc: open like a room that is common!]

The Gym; Sunday Afternoon.

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The temptation to skip his workout today had been strong in Cal, especially since he'd been up fairly early for a Sunday in an effort to put together something for that gallery exhibit. But he knew that skipping it wouldn't do him any good and, by the time afternoon rolled around, he was actually kind of missing it. So he came in, stretched out, and started hitting the weights.

Not literally. Because that would hurt.

[[ open gym is open! ]]