Fifth Floor Common Room, Late Thursday Morning

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Jeremy Darling was on a mission.

This morning, he'd woken up with a craving for waffles. Being a lazy kind of guy, he hadn't wanted to go all the way into town to get some, so he'd (in hindsight, somewhat misguidedly) opted for making some himself. It couldn't be too had, right? The Darlings' cooking staff did it, like, every single morning, so it couldn't exactly be rocket science. That thought in mind, he'd come down to the common room full of enthusiasm and optimism, even tying an apron he'd found around his waist, because wasn't that what you did when you were cooking? He thought he looked quite the breakfast chef.

But reality wasn't looking quite as rosy as what he'd envisioned after waking up. So far, he had managed to both locate and correctly identify a waffle iron. However, now he was really just... looking at it. Because he had absolutely no fricking idea about what exactly you needed for making waffles, other than a waffle iron. None.

His mission really wasn't going all that well, and he was starting to consider going into town after all.

[ooc: Post is open, boy is rich and clueless.]

The Roof, Thursday Night

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Sure, it was cold out. And sure, it was dark. And kinda uncomfortable come to think of it.

Tony frowned at his seat on the edge of the roof, already starting to think of a way to make the roof heated. Because that wasn't going to be a bad idea that would end with whatever he created gaining sentience and trying to kill him.

Really.

But, for now, it was sulky emo thoughtful brooding. Take that Bruce Wayne.

[[Open roof is open!]]