4th Floor Common Room, After Classes

It's been a while since Isabel felt like cooking for the masses, but the first day of school seems like reason enough. After Interstellar Relations, she made a quick handwaved trip to town to pick up supplies. Now the music is playing and she's making chicken parm and pasta for whoever wants it.

[Free food! Do I have to say it? Open!!!! Now in the right spot.]

[identity profile] tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com 2006-09-05 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was raised by my aunt and uncle," Luke explained. "I don't even know my mother's name."

Fun guy to chat with, huh?
chasingangela: (my so-called life...)

[personal profile] chasingangela 2006-09-05 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Angela blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry," she said again, not sure what else to say. She wondered if Luke's mom was a Jedi too, but if he didn't even know her name, he probably wouldn't know that.

And then she suddenly found her spaghetti absolutely fascinating. "Isabel's a good cook," she said. Not that she would randomly change the subject, or anything.

[identity profile] tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com 2006-09-05 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"She is," Luke said, nodding a little more enthusiastically than necessary. "I can't cook at all."
chasingangela: (Default)

[personal profile] chasingangela 2006-09-05 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can a little," Angela said. "My dad's a chef so he taught me some stuff. But I'm not great at it or anything."

[identity profile] tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com 2006-09-05 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've burnt water," Luke admitted. "I just...got distracted by other things. Aunt Beru threw me out of the kitchen and wouldn't let me try again."