Fifth Floor Common room, Sunday morning

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Put on the heat, grab the eggs, crack 'em one handed.

Sunday morning crepes. Just like Granpere used to make. And presumably still did make.


The old undying bastard.

_{[[Open to everyone who enjoys a tasty crepe. Up early (for you) so I don't forget about it later.]]}

Comments

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"It is. Just step to the edge and jump. It's all in the fingers," he said, letting wires drop from them to dance just above the floor for an instant before he snapped them back up.

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras looked a little skeptical.

"You've done this often?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Often enough," Walter said, grinning in the face of her scepticism. "If you don't believe me, I can show you sometime."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras shrugged.

"Okay. When?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I have some time before I go down to the junkyard. We can do it this morning if you want."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras pursed her lips a moment, then nodded.

"Okay. You're on."