3rd floor common room, Saturday brunchtime

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter was hungry and itchy. So he was cooking mass quantities to deal with one and distract from the other. More food than even his appetite could accommodate. Eggs benedict, bacon, fresh fruit, and he's doing something ridiculous with pastry dough. Nobody makes croissants themselves other than the mun, do they?

He hummed something to himself that someone who could interpret for the largely tone deaf might be able to tell was a Cole Porter tune. Pup was playing fetch with an irritable blue plant, bringing it a rubber ball, which the plant hit to various parts of the room with its clubby stalks.

[ooc: Come on in and mooch food say hi.]

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[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor was about to go into his room when he smelled someone something coming from the common room. So, sweaty and tired, he made his way in to see what, litterally, was cooking.

"Hey, Walter," he said when he saw his boyfriend hard at work. He looped his towel over his shoulder and gave Walter a kiss on the cheek. "How are you?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Hey." Walter grinned at Victor and returned the kiss. "Hungry. Do you want to come back and have some food with me after you get cleaned up?"

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Or we could have some food and get cleaned up together...

But they were in public, so he grinned back and said, "Sure. I'll be back in a bit." he kissed Walter agian, this time on the lips, then walked off to go take a shower.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

I love this place. Stitches, scars, and sucking monsters notwithstanding.

He went back to rolling out the croissant dough before putting everything in the refrigerator to chill and rise.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was ghosting around the dorms, only half awake, wandering in and out of common rooms and such.

She could smell food dammit, and she was going to find said food. She'd worry about waking up completely once she'd eaten something.

She made it to the third floor and brightened. Food!

Oh, but dilema: it was Walter's food. Which meant that Victor was probably about somewhere. In her half-awake state, she stood in the doorway to the common room, wavering between food! and run away!

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter caught a glimpse of someone standing in the doorway and turned around to spot Nadia.

"Food!" he said, waving a spatula at her and smiling. "Come have some."

[nadiathesaint]

That decided it. Food! it was.

Then run away!

Nadia grunted something largely unintelligible that may or may not have been in English and wandered over towards the food.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Didn't get much sleep?" Walter grabbed a plate and fork and handed them to her. "The croissants aren't going to be ready for a while yet. Do you think I should put chocolate in some of them?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Chocolate," Nadia agreed. Her brain was very slowly turning on some of it's higher functioning areas. "Bad dreams." She attacked the eggs benedict with extreme prejudice. "Food is good."

She might have managed a touch more eloquence if she were speaking Spanish, but Walter had probably had enough of her babbling at him in a language he didn't, apparently speak. So caveman English it was.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Right. Food is good." Walter dished up some food for himself and took a seat on the couch. "What sort of bad dreams?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi was on her way downstairs with some tools to take to the docks when she smelled the siren smells of brunch.

"Hey! Food!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Hey! Pippi!" Walter waved his fork at her. "Have some food and come join us (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/515439.html?thread=25527407#t25527407). We're watching Bitterwoman."

[nadiathesaint]

"Food!" Nadia replied, thrusting her fork triumphantly in the air.

Then she remembered that Pippi might be mad at her and carefully refocused on her plate.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders knows the smell of food when he -- well, smells it. So he followed his nose upstairs to the third floor common room, where his eyes promptly bugged out at the sight.

"Walter! Holy frak, dude, are you making croissants?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. I was bored and I'm supposed to be taking it easy. Want something while you wait? They'll be ready in a while."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Those eggs look good," said Anders hopefully. "Would you mind if I maybe took some back for Cally too? Wow, and I felt all accomplished for making pancakes without burning the dorm down."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but you don't work at Cafe Fina. Take as much as I you want. I'll just make more. Come back later. Some of the croissants have chocolate."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders perked up at that. "Chocolate?" He helped himself to some eggs and bacon, grinning at Pup's antics with the plant as he did so, and shook his head. "Thanks, man. This is damn good."

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"How are you two doing, anyway?" Victor asked from the couch.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Vic," Anders replied, waving his fork in what he hoped was a non-threatening manner. "We're good, she's not pregnant in case some crazy rumor got out saying otherwise, and we had a mildly disturbing conversation last night about how we'd do the name-changing thing if we got married. So, yeah. Good. You two?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"I smell French food," Pip said, poking his head in. "Have you finally learned your lesson about English cuisine?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I don't have to feed you, you know? This isn't Cafe Fina."

Walter waved a hand toward the food. "So shut up and eat."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Gladly," Pip said, taking a few croissants. "How's work there? Pay well?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"It's pretty good." Walter answered, cleaning up the puffs of flour left from making the croissants. "People tip well and Alfred's a generous employer. Why? Looking for work?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Well, not there," Pip said. "Just curious. If I was looking for work, I'm not sure exactly where I'd look for employment. Maybe the place the mayor runs, but she doesn't look the friendly type or wants to put up with anyone else."