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3rd Floor Common Room, Monday Morning
Monday, December 23rd, 2019 11:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bookbeltof_love"Ohmygosh, stop it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said, kicking a fruitcake away as she slid into the common room, looking around hopefully, only to realize that…
Well, it was her making breakfast this week.
The fruitcake was coming back and it had a friend with it. Nina eyed them both. "Don't even," she warned them. "Or else, like, I'll turn you into breakfast!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't think I won't!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All it would take is some chop, chop, chop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She'd never seen fruitcake look apprehensive before—then again, she'd never met killer fruitcake before either—but Nina stuck her tongue out at them and flounced over to the kitchen, ready to make parfaits, sausages and apple turnovers because if no one else was going to make breakfast, well, that was what she wanted to eat.
So there.
But, like, obviously, since it was breakfast, anyone who wanted to come by and eat was totally welcome.
[Open breakfast is open!]
Well, it was her making breakfast this week.
The fruitcake was coming back and it had a friend with it. Nina eyed them both. "Don't even," she warned them. "Or else, like, I'll turn you into breakfast!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Don't think I won't!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All it would take is some chop, chop, chop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She'd never seen fruitcake look apprehensive before—then again, she'd never met killer fruitcake before either—but Nina stuck her tongue out at them and flounced over to the kitchen, ready to make parfaits, sausages and apple turnovers because if no one else was going to make breakfast, well, that was what she wanted to eat.
So there.
But, like, obviously, since it was breakfast, anyone who wanted to come by and eat was totally welcome.
[Open breakfast is open!]