5th Floor Common Room, Afternoon

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Lyra walked into the fifth floor common room, chatting over her shoulder to Blair. She moved tot he kitchenette, and rummaged around in the fridge until she found the eggs, butter and a frying pan. What that was doing in the fridge, she had no idea. She shrugged, marking it off mentally as another weird quirk of this increasingly weird place.

She cracked a few eggs into a bowl (that came from a cabinet, this time) and began making omlettes for the two of them and anyone else who came in and begged.

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[demonbelthazor]

"Not a demon like, uh, me then?" Bel said, regarding Pan suspiciously.

[daemonridden.livejournal.com]

"No." She thought back to the couple books she'd checked out of the library. "No, not at all. Everyone has them at home. He's," she hesitated. "He's part of me."

[demonbelthazor]

"Cool," Bel said. "So if someone hurt him, would you feel it?" He didn't say it in an ominous manner, just curious.

[daemonridden.livejournal.com]

Lyra felt the blood begin to drain from her face.

"Y-yes." She turned back to the stove to finish his omlette.

"Yes," she said more firmly. "If anyone touched him I would feel it. Think of it like, like someone touching your eye. It doesn't hurt, really, but it's uncomfortable, and icky, and not for touching, you know?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Sorry," Bel said, honestly not meaning to have caused her discomfort. "Good to know. No randomly petting the daemon." He peered at Pan again. "Even if he'd let me."

[daemonridden.livejournal.com]

Pan bared his teeth momentarily and curled around Lyra's neck like a stole, seeming to go to sleep. Lyra didn't notice, as she was flipping the finished omlette onto a plate.

"Here you go; I hope it's good."