Fourth Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean figured he'd spent enough time hiding holed up in his room and besides it hadn't worked very well anyway. So he was in the kitchen cooking breakfast, idly wondering if his brother's food radar would work from a different floor with no advanced warning.

He was sure other people's food radar would work though so he was cooking in quantity.

[ooc: open, now with free food.]

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[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

"I met her yesterday," Buffy said, tilting her head to get a better look at the food being prepared. "Apparently I'm going to grow up to have great hair, but no boobs. I'm not sure what I think of that trade-off yet."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I kinda noticed the... shrinkage," Dean admitted. "Not that I said anything you understand."

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

Buffy nodded. "She would probably have hit you. Even though she said we had grown as a person. And do you have any idea how weird that is?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Meeting someone who looks like me, yes. Meeting someone who is me, no. Though I can guess."