5th floor Common Room-Late Evening

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip has, in a gesture of Pip-like generosity, decided to cook for his sick roommate. And, since he was at it, he decided to cook for the entire floor as well. He's set up a table with a wide variety of crepes, the one food he really knows how to cook well. If you can name it, Pip probably has that type of crepe available.

He himself sitting behind the table, smoking a cigarette and muching on the crepes. Anyone who wants to stop by, have a crepe is welcome to.

He may or may not have written "Vote for Pip as Freshman Rep!" on every single napkin.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker Carol sighed, the smiled. Such a nice young man. Not like that boy with the beer in 216. "He was sniffing after something in the wall, and suddenly took off! When I looked around, he was gone!" She looked at the food he was cooking, very impressed. "Oh, that's wonderful. My sons can't cook."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip raises an eyebrow. "Mmm, I'm afraid I haven't seen or heard a dog." He raised an eyebrow at the girl. "Your sons can't cook?" he asks. "Aren't you a little young to have children who could concievable cook?"

[[OOC: This is assuming that she's crazy and doesn't look like a person old enough to have kids that age. Currently I'm assuming that there's been a gremlin attack.]]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that's so kind of you to say! But really, Greg is 18, Marcia's 16, Peter and Jan are 14, and Cindy and Bobby are 12. They're all old enough to try. Of course, Alice cooks for us, so they don't really have any reason to." Parker Carol sighed. "I don't suppose you've seen a Kitty Karry-all then, have you?" Parker Carol stood on one foot, and scratched at the bite on her ankle with the heel of one shoe. Darn mosquitos!

_{[[ooc: yup. She looks 17 and is wearing Prada.]}

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip stares at the girl for a moment. "...Riiiiight. Are you feeling alright, Miss...?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Such a flirt! "Mrs. Carol Brady," Parker Carol said, tickled. "Can I just have a little bite? I have to keep looking for Tiger."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Er... sure," Pip says, pointing towards the plate of crepes. He can only assume this must be one of the gremlin bites he's heard so much about.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Delicious!" Parker Carol says, dapping at her mouth with a napkin after she's had a couple bites. "Your mother must be so proud of you."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip shrugs. "Wouldn't know, I'm afraid," he says. "My mom died giving birth to me.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart!" The poor dear! ParkerCarol patted him on the cheek. "Well, I can tell you she would be. Definitely!" She sighed. "Keep an eye out for Tiger for me, will you? I've got to keep looking!"