5th Floor Common Room - Friday Late Afternoon

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi had been sulking in her room for a while now and it was high time she actually bothered to eat something that isn't D'aim.

So?

Pancakes.

Lots and lots of pancakes.

[[ooc: Open until it's time for me to pick a certain person from John Wayne Airport wewt!]]

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[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy smelled pancakes. A decidedly un-thanksgivingey fare. So far as he knew. In any case, he was all for it. Plus, pancakes!

"Hey Pippi."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Hey Billy."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"May I partake of some of these cakes of the pan?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Sure." Pippi said smiling.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. Anything that's not turkey, or stuffing related is much appreciated."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah. That was yesterday huh."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"yep. The day when all true red blooded americans celebrate brotherhood. Ignoring the fact that the pilgrim's they canonize then thanked the indians for helping them survive, by stealing their land, deliberatly giving them smallpox, slaughtering them, vilifying, and belittling them." He blinked, stopping himself before he got into a rant about how most `true red blooded americans` wouldn't know real brotherhood if it bit them in the ass, and even if they did, would declare it an abomination.

"I appear to have some issues there."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Seems so."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"So, pancakes!" Billy said in the time honored tone of voice of subject changing.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi offered him a plate.

"Yay."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Yay indeed." Billy accepted the plate. "Thanks."