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2nd floor common room, morning/brunch time

Cameron returns from a run into town with a couple of bags. He's got muffins from Jeff the God of Biscuits, the NPC bakery, and ingredients for his omelettes and the pancakes Marty is going to make. Hopefully either Marty or Rory show up soon because Cam's really not too good at making coffee. With the invitation folder helmet on, he is however capable of making a damn wicked omelette.

((Yes, this is adressed to the 2nd floor but anyone who wanders by will get breakfast. So feel free to drop in.))

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Stopping by the dorms that morning to pick up some things for Phoebe, Belthazor smelled something cooking on his way out. His stomach rumbled, and he remembered he'd barely eaten anything all day yesterday. If someone was making breakfast, Phoebe surely wouldn't be upset if he paused to grab something.

"Hey, Cam," he said as he walked into the second floor common room. His jaw was faintly bruised and his lower lip swollen, like he had been in a fight recently.

"Yo," Cameron curiously eyed the bruises, not that he was one to talk considering how many bruises he ended up with in the gym. "Nice shiner."

"Yeah, got myself into a fight the other day," Bel said. "Phoebe got jumped while she was walking alone." Not quite the entire truth about how he got injured, but it worked as an excuse.

"Is she alright? Did they get who did it?" Cameron asked right away, concerned. Without thinking, he put the omelette he'd just finished on a plate and put it down for Bel.

"Her leg got pretty badly hurt, but she's going to be okay," Bel said. "The guys who did it were taken care of. They won't be hurting anybody else." He looked down at the omelette. "Thanks," he said, surprised. "You didn't have to do that."

"That's something at least. Send her my best wishes? I hope she gets better soon," Cameron replied. "I'm making breakfast for the entire floor, I'm sure we can ignore that you're from another floor for once," he joked. "I don't have coffee yet and I kinda don't drink it myself so I can make you some, but it wouldn't be the greatest ever."

"Hopefully they'll let her come home today," Bel said. "I'll pass on your message to her either way. I've been with her at the clinic in town, but I came back here to get some stuff for her." He glanced over at the coffee maker. "I can do that," he said. "Phoebe taught me how to make coffee." He grinned.

"Knock yourself out," Cameron grinned and motioned to the coffee maker. "Hospitals are no fun, man. I'd rather be sick just at home and have some fun people around than lie in a hospital. Doc Wilson is cool, though. If there's anything I can do to help out..."

Bel found the filters and measured out the coffee, then set the pot to burble away. "Thanks," he said, sitting down with the omelette. "I'll let you know. And thanks for the breakfast, I'm starving. Didn't eat much yesterday."

"No problem," Cameron waves it off and set to making another omelette. "And that's understandable. I completely freaked out when Vala was in the hospital too and pretty much forgot about anything but her. But she'll be fine, so you can eat now. Otherwise she might kick your ass when she wakes up and you pass out on her."

"She's already going to kick my ass for going after the guys who hurt her," Bel joked. "I just hope she's drugged up enough to not notice that I'm a litle beat up." He took a couple bites of the omelette. "Wow, this is great, man."

"Thanks," Cameron beamed at the compliment. "And I think you're kidding yourself there. They tend to notice it when you get yourself beat up. She might let you get off without too much trouble if you make sure the doc checked you out."

"Oh, he did," Bel said with a laugh. "No way was I sneaking past him without him noticing I was banged up. But like you said, Dr. Wilson is pretty cool."

"Good," Cameron nodded and looked thoughtful for a moment. "So these guys who attacked her. Are they something we should be worried about?" So maybe he was curious.

"Don't think so," Bel said, shaking his head. "They...they were from my world. They've got no reason to come after someone like you unless you do something to piss them off."

"From the Underworld," Cameron concluded and tilted his head. Maybe he was getting a bit too curious. "And Phoebe pissed them off..."

"Phoebe thinks it's because she outted herself as a witch," Bel said. That much wasn't a lie at least -- that's what she believed. "Where we're from, witches keep what they are secret for just that reason. If what they really are gets out, it gets dangerous for them."

"Wow, talk about taking discrimination to a whole other level." Cameron shook his head.

"Yeah, where we're from, our kinds don't get along all that well," Bel said wistfully.

Cameron raised an eyebrow. "So we're talking Romeo and Juliet here? That's rough."

Bel managed a weak grin. "Something like that."

"I can offer you my two cents, but I'm sure you've made up your own mind by now." Cameron replied and eyes the coffee maker. "Thinks it's done?"

"Huh? Oh, the coffee." Bel glanced at the pot. "Yeah, I think it's done." He wondered why Cam was asking so many questions, but he hadn't revealed much that wouldn't be easily discovered anyway. "So, two cents?" he prompted.

Bel gave Marty a quick glare. He didn't want to get into a glaring fest because Cam was feeding him breakfast, and that would just be rude.

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