Second Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

His Pyramid ball had finally been found and stashed away carefully in its proper place in his gym bag in the closet (and he had no idea how the hell it had ended up wedged between two branches of a tree, but he blamed the squirrel that had been running, jumping, climbing trees, and putting on makeup while it was up there). His coffee maker had been fixed, thanks to Teddy. So that was two crises averted.

This? Called for celebration of a low-key sort involving food. Therefore Anders was making pancakes. Not with any intent to steal Pippi's thunder; pancakes were just easy to make, and pretty damn tasty with whipped cream and fruit toppings, both of which he had.

. . . look, it was a good excuse to try out that combination pancake flipper/tongs/whisk doohickey he'd bought off a late-night infomercial, all right? That probably explained the sheer number of pancakes.

[OOC: Yeah, so I've been listening to Eddie Izzard almost nonstop for a week now, okay? I don't think I could stop quoting him now if I tried. Big database-reliant project + glacially slow database == extremely tedious waiting time. Tedious waiting time == very bored me. Therefore, common room == so totally open it's not funny.]

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[demonbelthazor]

Food of course attracted hungry demons.

He may have planted a flag on a stack of pancakes.

"Hey," Bel greeted Anders. "Ever find your balls?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

No flag, no pancakes! You can't have any! Those are the rules that I've just made up.

"Very funny," Anders said, flipping a fresh pancake onto a plate. "I was only missing one, and I found it already."

[demonbelthazor]

"So who had it?" Bel said, still smirking. Because sometimes he was twelve.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

So was Anders, but amazingly enough he wasn't being twelve at the moment. "Who had my Pyramid ball? It was stuck in a tree."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel scarfed down a pancake, then grabbed another and reached for the syrup. "How'd it get up there?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I suspect squirrels," Anders said, completely serious. "I swear I saw one stashing mascara in a knothole when I climbed up after it."

He took note of the pancake-scarfing and snickered. "Either you're that hungry or . . . damn, I'm good."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Hello Bel. How are you today," Marty said politely and doing his best not to glare. Even for old-times sake.

[demonbelthazor]

"Hey," Bel said, glare-free as well. "Doing okay. How about you?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Pancakes. Coffee. Life is good," Marty replied gesturing to the food and beverages.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel nodded in agreement. "So how goes the reign of Homecoming King? Get any special benefits other than Seely begging for kisses from royalty?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty stumbled into the common room looking a little bleary-eyed. "Mmmm. Food. Anders? If you were shorter, a woman, had dyed red hair and went by Angela I'd be kissing you right now."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Aw, shucks." Anders snapped his fingers. "Though I'm sure your girlfriend is glad I'm not any of those things. Help yourself, dude."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty nodded but first grabbed a cup of coffee because a man has his priorities. "So where've you been lately? I haven't had a cupcake in weeks."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Those are priorities with which Anders wholeheartedly agrees. "Well, I spent a week getting really absorbed in this comic series, and then another week getting absorbed by it." Apparently by now it was becoming a project to find the most creative ways to explain the whole thing. "Sadly there's no Jeff the God of Biscuits in line-art-ville."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty stopped in the middle of putting pancakes on his plate to give Anders a funny look. "Um. Weird. Last night Angela asked if I was going to be absorbed into an informercial because I got so caught up in it. From now on? I'm going to cut back on my TV watching."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

Mac is looking for coffee. Using the stuff found on her own floor? Boring. She raised an eyebrow at the amount of food, and made her way over.

"Pancake factory explosion?" she asked as she poked the coffeemaker into giving her caffeine.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Nah, that only happens when I try to flip 'em in the pan, and they end up stuck to the ceiling," Anders said absently. "I always underestimate the number of pancakes a batch of batter makes, though, so pancakes for everyone."

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"Nope, definitely no underestimation going on here," Mac said as she surrupticiously checked the ceiling.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

. . . where Anders might have accidentally deposited one of today's first attempts. "Actually I have this whole grand scheme to try and build a fort out of pancakes and syrup. Protection and nourishment, all in one. Except what happens if the siege lasts longer than the walls hold out?"

[imac-kenzie.livejournal.com]

"You could always use spare bits of the walls as weapons," Mac decided filling her coffee and stepping to the side, so she was no longer in danger of ending up with food on her head. "Flinging them at people would probably help end a siege if it came to that."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Dude!" Bridge comes in and flops on to a couch. "Food!"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"What can I say? I take care of my people." Anders loads up a plate with pancakes and brings it over to Bridge, along with a mug of coffee. "I haven't seen you in forever except in class, dude!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I know," Bridge says, embarassed. "I've been kind of... I kind of have a thing. With someone."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders raises an eyebrow. "This someone would not happen to be your homecoming date, would it?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Maybe," Bridge says, wide-eyed. "Okay, yeah, it's totally Rory."