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Third Floor Common Room, Sunday brunch-ish

Omelette time. After a week with Cafe Fina closed, Walter was willing to wait on other people again. At least after a fashion. In this case it meant that he had the appropriate setup for omelettes of almost any variety, a happy hellpuppy underfoot, and a good mood.

He flopped down on the couch, turned on the TV, and found something on the History Channel that wasn't about WWII or war at all for a change. Hurrah for Leonardo da Vinci for distracting the History Channel execs from war for a little while.

[ooc: Open for all, of course.]

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Omelettes!

Tempe was lulled out of her room by the scent of omelettes cooking. She followed the smell to the common room.

Entering the common room, she spotted the boy who had popped in on her and Blair's anthropological discussion to take a picture.

"Walter!"

"Good morning, Tempe." Walter smiled and Pup ran over to meet the new person. "Hungry?"

"Good morning," Tempe smiled. "Absolutely famished, and your omelettes smell delicious."

She bent down to pet the many-eyed, slightly scary-looking hellpuppy. She scratched him behind the ears, talking in calming, nonsense syllables, hoping it wouldn't bite her.

Pup knew better than to bite because that would make Walter very cross and make him send him home to Daddy. But he did jump up to try to lick Tempe's ~~sinuses~~ face because that's what Pups do best.

"Brilliant!" Walter said, grinning. "Then you're in the right place. What would you like in your omelette?"

Tempe jumped slightly as the little hellpuppy jumped up at her, its tongue hanging out. The tongue caught her across the nose. "Ack!" Tempe cried as the tongue hit her, leaving little bits of hellpuppy drool across the centre of her face. She looked down at Pup. "Thanks. I appreciated that. Really." And to show there were no hard feelings, she petted him again.

"Mushrooms, spinach and cheese, please, if you have them," Tempe replied. "Otherwise, surprise me."

Pup wagged happily at the nice girl and yapped once at her before Walter shushed him.

Walter threw together her omelette and passed it over. "Specialty of the house. And how are you enjoying Fandom?"

Tempe took the omelette, thanked Walter, and took a forkful of the omelette and put in her mouth. Heavenly. Positively heavenly.

"Mmm. This is awesome," Tempe said as she ate her omelette. "You're an excellent cook."

"Thank you. I work at Cafe Fina and Alfred and the chefs make sure that I learn something new all the time."

He grabbed his own omelette again and had a bite before asking another question. "Tell me a bit about yourself. Where are you from? What do you like to do?"

Tempe took another bite, and chewed thoughtfully on a mushroom before answering. "I'm 16, I'm a junior, or at least I will be come the fall. I grew up in Illinois, in a small town just outside of Chicago."

"I like to write. A lot. I'm working on a novel right now. I'm also interested in anthropology, and as such, I love observing people."

"Hello person I haven't met." Pippi waved. "Good morning!"

"Good morning!" Tempe replied, smiling and waving back. "I'm Tempe."

"I'm Pippi." she said, "Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you as well, Pippi," Tempe replied. "Are you a new student as well? Or are you an oldie?"

"Oh, I've been here since January." Pippi said. "So I guess I'm something in between."

"I see," Tempe said. "So, that would make you a...middlebie? An old newbie?"

She shook her head. Why was she even trying to figure this out? "Well, either way, it doesn't matter. I'll just call you Pippi."

"That's usually for the best." she grinned. "How are you liking camp?"

Tempe grinned back. "It's been an experience like no other. Some odd things have happened, but at least I've met a lot of really nice people."

"Oh that's good." Pippi smiled. "This is the place for odd experiences like no other I think... But they don't tend to last for more then a week... Funny that."

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Statk figured that as long as he was here and feeling strangely social again he ought to try and say hello to people he didn't know. So, spotting a mostly unfamiliar face, he walked over.

"I don't think I've met you yet. But I've seen you somewhere. In Astronomy, I think. Hello. I'm Stark."

Tempe grinned. "I've seen you as well, Stark. And yes, it was probably in Astronomy. I'm Tempe. Very nice to meet you."

"And you," Stark replied. "Are you liking your summer here, so far?"

"It's been...an experience," Tempe answered. "I mean, where else can you be attacked by glitter, get trampled by a multitude of frogs, have it rain both chocolate and figgy pudding, and befriend a herd of weetiny kittens, all within a couple of weeks of each other?"

"Actually, it has been quite nice. I've met a lot of very friendly, very interesting people."

"It's very strange here sometimes," Stark agreed. "Most of the time. All of the time, maybe. I don't think there is any place quite like here. It's mostly a good kind of strange though."

Tempe nodded. "Yeah, for the most part, it's a good strange. And probably good for character-building. Chocolate pudding rain building up your immunity to strange weather patterns and all that."

"Character building?" Stark repeated, puzzling over the phrase for a moment. "Yes. I suppose. I don't think I need much more character. But if I did, this would be a good place to get it."

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