Saturday Morning, 3rd Floor Common Room

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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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And because Walter had been teasing her, he doesn't take such mutters personally.

"Good that you've eaten. Do you mean the loud fellow who works at Carita's?"

[nadiathesaint]

"That's the one. Pippi and I must have passed out in the park; we woke up at his place, he made sandwhiches, loaned me sunglasses, and we came back here."

That part wasn't embarrassing, so she has no problem answering the question at a more reasonable volume.

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"Sounds like a decent fellow," Walter said, refreshing her tea. "I am happy to hear you two did not end up spending the night on the beach. Will you be doing anything else today?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Auditioning. Then sleeping."