Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

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Yup, it's Sunday morning, and once again Anders has a fresh pot of coffee brewing and is busy making pancakes for himself, Cally, and anyone else who wants to wander in. It's getting to be a little bit of an obsession with him lately, now that he's figured out he's pretty decent at it. The TV is on in the background and running ESPNews, and he's humming the USC fight song to himself. Not that he consciously recognizes it for what it is. He just thinks it's oddly catchy.

There is definitely, he thinks as he lavishly butters up a stack of pancakes, going to have to be a trip to the gym in order today.

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[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"That's a huge relief," Alphonse replied. "It's a good thing everyone was so willing to help."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Tell me about it. Seems like everybody who was here who had something to contribute did. My best friend Bridge just about wore himself out, scanning people or whatever it was he was doing." Anders tapped the handle of the spatula against his lips and smiled. "I like that about this place. When it really comes down to it, people jump in and help. That's the sorta thing I can't really picture happening at my old school back home."

[kitty--fetish.livejournal.com]

"It makes up for all the craziness that goes on around here, huh?" he snickered, poking some more at his food. "It really is nice. I woudldn't wish it any other way around here."