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2nd floor common room, morning

Deciding the 2nd floor's awesomeness needs to be proven some more, Cameron is in the common room this morning making omelettes the way his father taught him. It might involve gjetost cheese and avocado.

((I just couldn't resist.))

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"Okay, okay. I'm sorry I insinuated you make Vala cry out in passion. Sheesh. I thought you might take that as a compliment." Cally takes a bite of the omelette. "Oooh, this is good."

"I didn't...!" Cameron stares at Cally. "Alright, what would you think if Anders came up to me and told me all about what noises you make while he does... things?" He can't believe he just said that.

"Dude, I'm right here. You could ask."

Anders isn't smirking, really.

Cally stops and thinks. "What, like scrapbooking?"

"Scrapbooking? What?" Cameron blinks, then stares at Anders.

"Dude, that's personal information. If I ask you about it, you get the right to want to beat me up."

"But why?" asks Anders, looking innocent. "Watching you freak out is fun. Plus you get to watch me freak out so it's all fair."

"Cause I love the noises Vala make and I'm not sharing, yo."

"Nevermind." Cally shakes her head and takes another bite of omelette. "Actually answering your question, I'd probably smack Anders in the arm. And then ask him how you reacted."

"Yeah well, I'd imagine Vala wouldn't appreciate it." Cameron says with a shrug.

"Wait, who's smacking me and why?"

"No one's smacking you," Cameron rolls his eyes and pats Anders on the arm.

"No one is smacking you." Cally would facepalm, but right now it'd be more of a faceomelette, and that's a bit too messy for her. "It was a hypothermical statement."

Anders blinks and digs into his omelette, still shivering a little bit. "Oh. Okay?"

He's starting to eye that wall a little suspiciously, though.

Cally takes a bite of her omelette as well. "You know, as much as I like you without a shirt, you probably should put one on, champ. You looks a little cold, if you know what I mean."

Anders sticks his tongue out at Cally, and thankfully he remembered to swallow first. "Yeah, but I figured you could just warm me up later."

"No, I mean..." Cally points at Anders' ~~manly pecs~~ chest. "You look cold."

"Huh?" Anders looks at where Cally's pointing. "Oh. Is that, um, bad? Like, is it embarrassing? 'cause I can go get a shirt if you want me to."

"It's only bad cause it totally invites someone to come up and, like, twist them. Which hurts. A lot." Cally nods and takes another bite. "S'up to you if you want a shirt or not."

Cameron is trying not to choke on his omelette.

Anders is oblivious to Cameron's not-choking. He eyes Cally and says, "I don't mind it when you do it though, coach. Anybody else gets smacked."

Cally almost face-omelettes again. "Just... nevermind. Enjoy your shirtlessness."

Anders blinks. "Okay. I mean, I'm kinda comfy." He goes back to his omelette and scarfs it down, then chases it with another cup of coffee.

"I should totally go shirtless too. So we can match." Cally shakes her head and snickers into her coffee.

"How do you like your omelette?" Cameron asks loudly.

Anders chokes on the last gulp of his coffee while Cam is asking silly questions. "Okay, coach, you remember what happened last time we started taking clothes off in here?"

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