Fourth Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

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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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[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"Already?" Conner asked, all the defensiveness gone from his voice and a definite look of disappointment on his face. "Do you have to?"

[shes-a-screamer.livejournal.com]

"I have to catch my bus," Kira said. "Not exactly like I can just, you know, summon a pteradactyl to fly me home, anymore."

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"The inconvenience of being normal," Conner teased. "At least let me walk you there, huh?"

[shes-a-screamer.livejournal.com]

"Like I'm going to say no?" Kira said.

[connernotconnor.livejournal.com]

"You would, just to see me argue the point." Conner crossed his arms over his chest and mock-glared at her. "Let's go grab your stuff, then."

[shes-a-screamer.livejournal.com]

"Right, let's go," Kira said, slinging an arm around Conner's shoulder. "And you can tell me aaaaall about Anders as we go."