Second Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's because he managed to put the computer together yesterday and nothing blew up, and it seems to be running fine so far. For whatever ultimate reason, Anders is here in the kitchen area of the common room with bowls, a mixer, a spatula, and today a frying pan. And yes, he's still toting around that fire extinguisher.

He's attempting pancakes this morning. If all goes well, he might even share. And he likes his pancakes very generously covered with butter and syrup, so they'll be sticky. And buttery. Extra buttery. *fingerwiggle* buttery, even.

If.

He's feeling a little more confident about it now; not to say he isn't nervous about trying something that takes a little more work than cupcakes, but hey, at least he's not staring at the box of pancake mix like it's going to bite his head off.

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge shuffles into the common room, still half asleep.

"Mornin' Anders."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Dude!" Anders looks up from where he's actually managed to successfully crack the eggs into the bowl, and points over toward the coffee machine, and the gallon container of sugar standing next to it. "Just made a fresh pot, man. Help yourself. Breakfast should theoretically be coming up really soon now."

He taps a finger quickly against the edge of the frying pan and decides it needs a few more minutes to heat up enough, which is just as well since the batter's not ready to go yet.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Coffeeeeeeeeeee," Bridge mumbles, getting out a cup and pouring himself sugar with some coffee in it coffee with a generous amount of sugar. After a few sips, Anders' words sink in. "Breakfast?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Breakfast!" Anders nods, dumps the measuring cup of milk into the bowl, and starts up the mixer. "Thought I'd take a stab at makin' pancakes today. I like 'em buttery. Extra buttery."

He totally fingerwiggles when he says it, too.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yay, buttery!" Bridge says, fingerwiggling with the hand that's not holding the coffee cup.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Also, very syrupy," adds Anders. Which he really shouldn't have to point out since he's got about a gallon jug of pancake syrup sitting on the counter too. He taps the edge of the pan again and kind of burns his finger, so he figures it's heated up enough and ready to go.

Okay, so the first pancake is a little bit sho toashty, yesh crispy when it comes out of the pan, but with enough butter and syrup it'll be fine. And hey, the next three even come out just about perfect. He eyes the stack. "Those are yours if you want 'em, dude."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge puts down the coffee cup and gives Anders a thumbs-up. "Best friend ever, man," he says, as he proceeds to make the pancakes all syrupy and *fingerwiggle* buttery before eating them.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Pancakes qualify me for best friend ever?" asks Anders, sliding a fresh pancake onto his plate. He pours more batter into the pan and starts a fresh pancake. "Wow, I made enough batter to feed, like, half the floor."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"This early in the morning?" Bridge says around a mouthful of pancake. "Yes. Because I am apparently too lazy to push buttons in order to get my own breakfast."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, well, I'm not usually . . . push buttons?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. You know... that big thing in my room that looks sort of like a microwave but isn't one? With all the buttons on it?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders raises an eyebrow and nearly pours too much batter into the pan. "Yeah, that one. I thought it was a microwave. What is it?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Synthetron," Bridge says with a shrug. "Food synthesizer. Real food is better- most of the time. But it saves having to get weird cafeteria food."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Anders scratches his head with the handle of the spatula. "Kinda wish I had one. But I think I got enough stuff plugged in now in my room that anything more's gonna blow out the circuits or something. Plus if it can make toast, it, uh, might not be such a great idea."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"That would be bad, yes." Bridge agrees solemnly.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," says Anders, even though he doesn't know whether Bridge means the circuits or the possibility of toast-related 'splodination if Cally touches the synthetron. Could be both, really.

He eyes the stack of pancakes, which is sort of growing at a scary rate. "You want more, dude?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Sure, dude," Bridge says, spearing a few more pancakes with his fork and putting them on his plate. "So why the urge to make breakfast?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders shrugs. "No idea. Just figured, I didn't do so badly with the cupcakes the last couple of times, so why not? 'sides, it's kinda fun. I like it."

He frowns. "I feel all domestic. Like I should be wearing an apron or something."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge tilts his head, picturing Anders in an apron. For about a split second.

"...I have nothing to say to that."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Good. I'd hate to have to hit you." Anders smirks a little bit. "Hey, what's goin' on with Angel? I sorta haven't heard anything since the other day when I went to go find Al and send him Veronica's way."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Um, I think Al was doing something with... alchemy? the other day. To try and cure him. It only worked part of the way I think. Um, yesterday and the day before we were getting blood donations from people who say they're 'Chosen Ones'. It's supposed to help somehow." Bridge says. "Of course, so was all that other stuff everyone's tried this week."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders tilts his head and squints. "Okay, I get really confused every time I hear people say Chosen Ones, 'cause I mean, one? It sounds kinda funny to me, I guess, even though I know it makes sense. I still wish I coulda done more, but I guess at least whatever Al did with his alchemy sorta helped."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Me too, dude, me too. All I did was sit at a table all day, really."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders frowns. "Yeah, but you have, like . . ." He waves his hand (and doesn't fingerwiggle this time).

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but apparently whatever I did could've been done just as easily with medical tests." Bridge says with a shrug.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"But doesn't that take longer?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Maybe, I dunno." Bridge says. "I suppose."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory padded into the common room. She had very clearly just gotten up, given that she was wearing a robe over her tank top and pajama pants, and her hair was still in tousled waves.

She poured herself a cup of coffee, and mumbled, "Mrphfle."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Pancake?" Bridge asks.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Mrph. Morning Rufus," Rory mumbled, blinking at him. "Pancake? Bzuh?"

And then Anders elaborated (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/501514.html?thread=24057354#t24057354). Yay.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

". . . Rufus?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Didn't you hear the radio last night?" Rory pointed at Bridge. "That's Rufus."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Oh, right. Right. Forgot about that for a second. Cut me some slack, I haven't had enough coffee yet."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"But if you call me Barnaby I will be sad."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Can *I* still call you Barnaby?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Well, yeah, you're Rufus. Of course you can!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Mornin' Barnaby." Bridge replied.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Rory!" Anders waved at her with the spatula. "Have some pancakes? They haven't killed me and Bridge yet."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...Yet?" Bridge raises an eyebrow at Anders. And maybe prods at a pancake warily.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"No killinating," Rory said blearily, helping herself to pancakes. "They look un-deadly."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders sticks his tongue out at Bridge. He's pretty much aware that this is an extremely silly gesture and looks absurd on someone his age and size, but he picks these habits up from Cally and can't really help it any more. "Joke, dude. It's not like I put in anything except what the directions said to put in, and I even checked to make sure it was all fresh. And I washed my hands."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge isn't one to call anyone on the silliness of sticking out their tongue, since he does it all the time.

"Okay, good."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders finishes drizzling (okay, hailstorming) butter and syrup over his second stack of pancakes, cuts off a little wedge-shaped piece of the stack with his fork, and crams the entire thing into his mouth. "Yeah, they're not bad," he agrees through the mouthful of pancake.

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"You do not suck at pancaking," Rory said admiringly as she took her first bite.