Fourth Floor Common Room, evening

Han was sick of nutribars. He decided to give the kitchenette in the common room a test run. Slartibartfast had done a good job with him last semester and he was a decent cook. Just decent, not spectacular.

Tonight, he had decided to try burritos. Meat, legumes, savory fruit and cheese in a flat-bread wrap. How hard could it be? The ground turkey sizzled away, the package of grated cheese and cans of refried beans and ro-tel mexican fiesta tomatoes stood at hand. The torillas are nearby ready to be filled.

He'd gotten the holo-player hooked to the TV and Quest for the Treasure of Xim was playing. He gave half an ear to the search for the legendary ghost-ship The Queen of Ranroon and the rest of his attention to the cooking



[[ooc: open to anyone who feels like wandering in. There's food and swashbuckling.]]

[identity profile] auroryborealis.livejournal.com 2006-01-13 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Rory would have probably accepted, if she hadn't skipped off down the hallway just after the glitter-launching.