Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

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.

[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-03-12 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not too much," Ivanova replied lightly. "After all, it's their own fault for ignoring our very clear warnings. In fact, tourism back home was so good we set up a gift shop once. You could buy action figures of all the ambassadors and command staff. Human masks for aliens, alien masks for humans . . . tourists loved it."

[identity profile] suzotchka.livejournal.com 2006-03-12 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Ivanova worked her way through that, substituting 'Mars' for 'Tauron' and 'Minbari' for 'Cylon' and thought she got the drift. "Sometimes I wonder if the people who come up with these things realise how ridiculous they are."