Third Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening [ 12/07].

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Chad was finding out that cooking with your cat was much easier when your cat suddenly had hands and opposable thumbs and could reach the counter all on his own.

The weirdness factor of the fact that Prince Oscar Pedro was a lanky bald fellow that occasionally would lick himself had worn off pretty quickly. It usually did around Chad.

And tonight they were making encheladas, with more than enough to spare for anyone else and their humanized pets.


[[ open CR is open! It's slow enough at work for me to post this, but not to answer with alacrity, so SP from me for about the next two hours or so. Wanted to get it out, though, yaaay! ]]

Fourth floor common room, Sunday morning

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After a relatively comfortable night in the stables, Karal had brought Trenor back to the dorms. He wanted treats, so Karal had agreed to make him breakfast.

Thankfully, his meagre cooking skills were not to be tested. Trenor, on a mad exploration of the common room, had discovered that chocolate fell into his waiting hands every time he opened a cupboard door.

Oh, Sunlord. Karal sank down to sit on the couch, Altra perched on its back so Karal could watch Trenor. "Be careful, Trenor," he called, and, unsurprisingly, there was a sudden crash.

"Oops." Trenor, shamefaced, picked up the pot. "It's not broken, see!" He trotted over to wave it at Karal and Altra, both of whom ducked.

"Umm, that's good. Why don't you see if you can find more chocolate? I'm sure Aravis would like some."

Trenor happily went back to opening cupboards and catching chocolate. He was amassing quite a pile.

[ooc: Everywhere, chocolate, wheeeee-eeeeee; it be open as a common room be! ETA: Sleep has ambushed me all unexpected, much like the GIANT COCKROACH that was just on my bedroom wall. Nightmares, I tell you. Nightmares. Happily pick up any pings in the morning.]

Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Afternoon

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Sokka had pushed all the furniture in the room aside, and now there was a very large wading pool covering most of the floor. But it wasn't filled with water, oh no. It was filled with POPCORN.

A very contented-looking, very large man was doing the backstroke in the popcorn and chittering happily to himself, while Sokka looked on with a combination of horror and amusement.

[Open like a common room, for all your swimming-in-snacks needs!]