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.

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"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?"

[nadiathesaint]

"The bad kind," Nadia answered. "Needles. Red sun. Bad,"

And had she been in the least bit paying attention to something other than yay, food!? She would never have said anything after "the bad kind".

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Sorry to hear it. But you're awake now. No badness." Walter munched on a piece of bacon and shifted as something poked him in the small of his back.

Ah, the remote control. He held it up and waggled it at her. "What do you think? Is Bitterwoman on?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia blinked at the remote. It made her think of Blair, hiding behind his notebook, the color of an eggplant, trying desperately to make Sarah and her "big O" go away.

She burst into giggles.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I assume that means yes, Bitterwoman is on?" Walter hit the on button and flipped through the channels to find the woman with the impractical shoes.

"Yes, there she is."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia's brain was finally working well enough to have a conversation with words in it that had more than one syllable.

"She needs pants."

That didn't mean, however, she was going to use words with more than one syllable.

[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]

Walter peered at the lady crimefighter and shook his head. He didn't see any lines on her backside, so perhaps she did need pants. Or maybe she was wearing a thong. He heard there were no lines with those.

"Maybe she uses her lack of pants to distract criminals."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded. "Maybe. She does have nice legs."

[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.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"It's those shoes." Pippi said dropping her tools and grabbing some food before flopping down on the floor by her friends.

"I seem to recall Grandma Rose telling me heels make legs pretty... Until they make them not-pretty..."

[nadiathesaint]

"They help your posture," Nadia commented, figuring that this was a neutral enough thing to say that she wouldn't manage to make Pippi mad again. Or something.

Being social when you first get up in the morning was hard!

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter shrugged. "I'm probably not the best judge, but her legs do seem... shapely? Why do heels make legs not-pretty?"

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"I dunno," Victor said, caming behind the trio. "Maybe that's why we're gay?"

He reubbed the towel over his head spikes and smiled. "Hey, ladies."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia choked on her fruit at the sound of Victor coming up behind her.

Literally.

She grabbed at her throat and struggled to cough. She managed a bit of an "ack!"ing noise before she started alternately coughing and swallowing.

Victor was going to kill her! Just probably not on purpose.