Saturday Morning, 3rd Floor Common Room

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter had woken disgustingly early in a disgustingly good and sober mood and decided to make breakfast for his floor, or anyone who happened by.

Pancakes were Pippi's thing, crepes were Pip's, Walter decided on omelettes. After a quick run into town, he has most of the ingredients one could hope for in an omelette and several dozen eggs.

Remember, he doesn't just work as a waiter at Cafe Fina, he cooks there, too. Come on in for some free food.

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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

*flails for a reason*

"Sick," Pip said. "Nasty head cold-type thing. Went to bed early and slept it it off."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

*snerks after having to come up with wire origin story number 33b on the spur of the moment last night*

"Are you feeling better now?" He forked another bite of omelette and leaned away from Pip. "More importantly, are you contagious?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Yes and no," Pip said. "At least, I don't think I am."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Good. And what are your weekend plans? Anything interesting?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Not really," Pip said. Because his mun had unexpected company coming in and was away from the computer all day but say the Pink Panther and reccomends it highly. "I'll probably just stay in. I still don't feel completely well, and I'd rather be sick as little as possible."