Third Floor Common Room [Sunday morning]

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Rapunzel had spent a fair amount of this morning beating herself up over her choice to stay here. Her mother would be -- if she wasn't already -- absolutely worried sick, and she was a despicable person for making her go through that, and if she'd known how to get home, she would have probably left at the first sight of dawn.

But...she was pretty much stuck here, wasn't she? And it wasn't so bad -- actually, it wasn't bad at all, guilt aside. Sure, it was confusing as all heck, but that was to be expected when she hadn't been outside her whole life anyway, right?

So for example, she didn't know how or why the box in her common room's kitchen hummed, but she soon figured out that when you opened it, it let out cold air, and there were things like milk and orange juice and eggs inside. And from there, it only took her a little bit of experimentation and guesswork to find everything she needed to make pancakes.

Lots, and lots of pancakes.

Whenever she was down, she liked to bake, or draw. The best cure for when she was really blue? Combine them. So Rapunzel was soon absorbed in making little pancakes shaped like hearts and clouds and stars, pulling them off the pan as soon as they were done and carefully decorating them with some sprinkles and frosting she'd found.

There were normal pancakes, too, if you weren't quite up to the sugar rush. She'd never cooked for a crowd before, but she felt pretty up to the task, at the moment.

[omg come have some totally moddable pancakes, yay!]

5th Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

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It wasn't unknown to Edward, this strange feeling he'd woken up with: as if he was aware of the entirety of the room and the world beyond it. The last vestiges of a dream, no doubt, which left things looking and smelling more roselike than they really were. But with his groggy head on he'd stumbled out of the room, driven in some sense by purpose embedded in that dream.

There was a large white cupboard sitting in the middle of the common area that drew him to it. It seemed as if it were the most important object in the room, and in his dream-drunk state he saw no reason not to pursue the feeling.

It lasted until he'd opened the cupboard and seen its contents. A blast of air as cold as winter smashed him right in the face, leaving him blinking and squinting. "What--"

Then he realized three things: one, that he was hungry; two, that this cupboard seemed to contain at least some food; and three, that he wasn't able to identify a single bit of it.

So's if anyone on the fifth floor woke up to find a bedraggled Welshman taking various objects out of the fridge and putting them back in again, well, that was why.

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Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

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You were not going to find Will in the kitchen. Even if he knew dinner would be a good thing, he was not going to attempt to cook anything. Even the microwave was probably too much for his supremely lacking cooking skills. He'd burn something and there'd be a fire and an alarm and an evacuation and he just didn't want to be the cause of that.

#58: FACING THE TRUTH IS A LOT EASIER, IN THE LONG RUN, THAN LYING TO YOURSELF.

This probably wasn't what his dad meant by facing the truth about his cooking skills but he was going with it anyway. So, his dinner consisted of some cheese and some crackers. Sure, he could have ordered something but he was just feeling too lazy to attempt that. Not when he'd already gotten himself so comfortable on the couch and his attention was on some ridiculous movie he'd found on television. It seemed like the perfect way to spend the last evening before classes got started again.

Besides, cheese and crackers was a classic! At least it wasn't ramen noodles, right?

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