Second Floor Common Room, Friday Evening [9/25]

[gospel_of_oblivion]

Illyana didn't have anyone here for her and that was fine. Really. She got to go home one weekend a month to see Strange and Wong and have magic lessons, and yes, she wanted to be home more, but it was fine. Whatever.

That totally wasn't why she was trying to make pelmeni on the stove. There wasn't any Feelings that she was trying to ignore. She was just hungry, and had already spent her allowance for the month, and was reduced to using the shit in the back of the freezer to make herself a snack.

//Gods-damned fucking--// Illyana balled-up her dough and started rolling it out again. //Even-out you stupid pile of flour.//

Okay, it wasn't going as easy as she'd hoped. But in her defense, the last time she'd helped her mother make them, she'd been six. It wasn't exactly a skill she'd used while under Belasco's tutelage.

At least she'd gotten the meats and onion all chopped up and mixed easily? But knives were way easier to use than rolling pins...


[OOC: Open post, and open food! Though she'll hit you with the rolling pin if you try to eat them before they're done.]