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fandomhighdorms2006-08-07 10:33 am
nadiathesaint) wrote in fandomhighdorms2006-08-07 10:33 am
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Fifth floor common room, Monday morning
Nadia had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room with the book of Poe open on her face. So waking up from having spent the weekend very firmly believing that she was actually Hamlet involved waking up to be staring at a very large and rather unfocused illustration of a demonic raven . . . and then falling off the couch.
Once she'd managed to collect herself somewhat, she did a quick mental inventory to make sure she still remembered all the important things, and a physical inventory that involved the realization that she really, really hoped Walter would not get mad about the fact that she'd been wearing and sleeping in his clothes for two days and as a result they were dingy, ripped, and, yes, grass-stained. Of course, Walter had apparently thought he was Angela, so he might forgive her. She also made a mental note to find Pip, welcome him home properly with a big hug, and then grill him for details about what had happened.
She set to work cooking up some empanadas (and yes, one of the things that she'd learned in her five-days-that-were-actually-a-year in Argentina was how to cook for people who didn't have steel stomachs) for breakfast.
[ooc: open like an opening thing. These empanadas have no odd ingredients, though there IS hot sauce available for flavoring . . . if you choose.]
Once she'd managed to collect herself somewhat, she did a quick mental inventory to make sure she still remembered all the important things, and a physical inventory that involved the realization that she really, really hoped Walter would not get mad about the fact that she'd been wearing and sleeping in his clothes for two days and as a result they were dingy, ripped, and, yes, grass-stained. Of course, Walter had apparently thought he was Angela, so he might forgive her. She also made a mental note to find Pip, welcome him home properly with a big hug, and then grill him for details about what had happened.
She set to work cooking up some empanadas (and yes, one of the things that she'd learned in her five-days-that-were-actually-a-year in Argentina was how to cook for people who didn't have steel stomachs) for breakfast.
[ooc: open like an opening thing. These empanadas have no odd ingredients, though there IS hot sauce available for flavoring . . . if you choose.]