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]

Pip pokes his head around the door. "I sense food that I won't have to go into town or pay money to eat."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter looks up from his own breakfast and grins. "I knew food would start to bring people out of the woodwork. What do you want in your omelette?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Cheese, tomato, ham, bacon," Pip said, taking a seat on the couch. "How did you know that I love omlettes?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I would say it went with the training, but I was not thinking of you in particular," Walter said as he began pulling together Pip's omelette. "I chose for more global appeal."

Putting a plate on the coffee table in front of Pip, Walter retrieved his own food and sat down. "Where were you last night? We missed you at the dance."

[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?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair wanders in from the 4th floor when he smells food. Seeing who was sitting, he paused and waved shyly. "Hey guys!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Good morning, Blair. Hungry?" There were no peppers to be seen among the ingredients.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair nodded. "Yeah, actually I'm starving!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Then allow me," Walter said cheerfully, hopping up from his seat to pour some eggs into a pan. "Will you be trying out for the big theater production I have been hearing about? And what do you want in your omelette?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"You seem really happy this morning, Walter. Did you go to the dance last night?" Blair grinned and bounced. "Yeah, I'm really excited about trying out! I've got my song all picked out and stuff. How about you? Are you going to try out?"

"Um...veggies and cheese?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"It was a good night," Walter said, grinning.

"As for the play, I am a behind the scenes sort of person," Walter said, shaking his head and adding cheese and a variety of vegetables to Blair's omelette. "I will volunteer to help out with the stage crew."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair grinned back and resisted the urge to ask who else was at the dance. "That's awesome man. So behind the scenes? Have you worked in the theater before? Do they really say 'break a leg'? Is the theater subculture hard to get into?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"No. I have no theater experience." Walter handed Blair a plate and fork. "But I have experience in coordinating things. It is what a butler does, after all."

He grinned ruefully. "Besides, I cannot sing."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair took his plate and settled on the floor to tuck in. "That's true. Although I've never met a butler before you, so I have very limited experience with them." He ate thoughtfully for a moment. "Is there a butler subculture? This is a great omelette, man!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

A butler subculture? Walter blinked at the idea of large convocations of butlers.

"Not per se. Although there are some fairly strict rules of conduct." He smiled and nodded at the compliment and returned to his own breakfast.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Hmmm...it's possible that Blair's contemplating a paper on bulters. Or he could just be happily eating his breakfast and thinking about the upcoming audition.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter was contemplating his omelette. He would not have volunteered that there were three English butlers on the island, partly because he was only aware of two of them.

Really, Fandom has a surfeit of English butlers when you think about it.

"Have you worked out any of your dating problems, yet?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair sighed. "Not really. I talked to Molly about it and that went even worse than Nadia."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

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

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I am sorry to hear that." Walter cocked his head. "You come from a very different background from me, clearly. Is it typical where you are from to see many people at the same time?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi flounces up the stairs on her way to change for auditions. Upon hearing friendly voices and cooking food she decides she looks plenty fine for auditions.

"Hey Walter. What'cha makin'?"

She is very cheerfull and is scratching her back with her belaying pin. Her dress and hair are pretty much as they were last night. But she's wearing her normal boots which are covered with sand.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair finished up his food and shrugged. "Yes and no. I was born in America and as I've learned this week it's not so common here. But I grew up traveling around the world with my mom, who's a firm believer in free love. No boundries, no regrets was her motto and she and her boyfriends never seemed to have a problem with her having more than one partner at a time."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Omelettes. Are you hungry? I can whip something up while you change, if you want?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

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