Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

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Because you can only live off of a holiday fruitcake for so long before you start to go insane, Anders had finally ransacked his fridge for the bacon and eggs he'd meant to have for breakfast yesterday, then dragged himself out of his room and into the common room. That took a little effort. Okay, a lot.

So now, armed with a small pot of coffee and more bacon and eggs than anyone should legally be allowed to eat at once (being ridiculously hungry always skewed his concept of proportions) he was leaning against the counter while he ate. The TV was tuned to some show about tricking out cars, which prompted Anders to start mulling over the possibility of tricking out his Glider some more. But there would be absolutely no chrome. No way.

[OOC: Open, though subject to afternoon SP. OMG work is a ghost town today. *is disturbed*]

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"See," Anders said in a conspiratorial whisper, "it's the perfect opportunity for you to let me bribe you with cupcakes, if nothing else."

[stykera]

At that Stark had no choice but to laugh.

"Of course! Chocolate ones?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"With gold sprinkles," Anders replied, still pretending to behave like a shady back-alley entrepreneur.

[stykera]

Stark nodded, pretended to think to this over. "How many? Cupcakes, not sprinkles."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Depends on how brilliant an idea I need," Anders said slowly. "A dozen, minimum?"

[stykera]

"That sounds fair," Stark said, trying not to laugh again. "My fee may go up. For more brilliant ideas."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I can bake more cupcakes," Anders promised.

[stykera]

"Good," Stark said. "I think we can come to an agreement then."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders wiped a greasy hand on his jeans and held it out. "Shake on it then?"

[stykera]

Stark reached for the offered hand to shake. "Yes. It's a deal."