5th Floor Common Room - Friday Morning

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi is feeling much better then she did last night.

She seems to recall that somebody was excited about pancakes for breakfast... She also has plans with somebody else to celebrate their being here for a whole year. Which also calls for a hardy breakfast.

Blaring from the speakers of her laptop on the table is a recording of Teal Dear Live at La la's Voodoo Lounge.

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[sneerkite]

The smell of food cooking drew Steerpike upward that morning, and he paused in the door way to offer Pippi a low bow. "Good morning, your highness." He continued to use the pleasantries, though he was now quite sure that she could not be a princess of any importance. "I see you are cooking once again."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette wandered in after she had cleared her head with the writing in her journal. She had also showered and was really good to go now.

She also smelled pancakes.

"Pippi!" She said cheerily when she saw her in the kitchen. "Tell me you will share?"

[sneerkite]

The bow Steerpike offered Annette was shallower than that he'd given Pippi, but no less polite. "Good morning, miss."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Oh! A bow! How very gentlemanly!

Annette grinned and inclined a brow, "Good morning to you. Have we met? I don't think so. I'm Annette, room 508."

[sneerkite]

My, how completely guileless and charming. Steerpike hated her immediately. She had the aura of upper class surrounding her like a heavy fog.

Of course, he gave no sign of his hatred, but rather, offered a hand in hopes of kissing hers. "It is a great pleasure. I am Steerpike, room 205. Are you also a new student, here?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She had absolutely no idea the coursing thoughts of hatred that rambled through this guy's mind.

And she immediately gave him her hand. How charming! "Nice to meet you, Steerpike, and yes, I am a new student as well. How are you fairing so far?"

[sneerkite]

A gentle press of his lips to her hand, light, but slightly lingering.

Her hands only added to the haze of aristocracy.

"I'm fairing quite well, Miss Annette. Thank you." There was the slightest hint of a flirt to his voice, but only the slightest. "And yourself?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi is the most important princess on her island. They're just not on her island right now.

"That I am. I find it quite relaxing... And not many people around here cook." Pippi smiled at him while flipping some pancakes.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Of course!"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She was not expecting a kiss at all and the surprise was clearly evident. Annette watched him with amused eyes.

She chuckled. "You can just call me, Annette." Polite. Charming. Gentlemanly. What more could a girl ask for?

"Today, so far mind you, has been great. Thanks." She blinked and wondered at this curious student. "Is Steerpike your first or last name?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette clapped her hands. Getting excited over pancakes was something else.

"I think I will have fruit with mine today."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"The fruit is in the fridge." Pippi said. "How are you fairing on our fair island so far?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Poking around in the fridge, Annette pulled out a bowl of strawberries.

"I'm doing rather well I think." She gave her a wry grin. "Considering. How are you this morning?"

[sneerkite]

Steerpike kept his eyes cast downward to hide the flinch at the question, as well as the slight smile at hearing his name pronounced properly for once. "It is my only name Miss--I'm sorry, Annette. A boy of my former position was not given more than one."

[sneerkite]

"Ah. Yes, your friend Walter informed me of that, as well. I admit I can see why they would not, I find the occupation quite irritating."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"I had a rather sucky time last night... I think... But a good night's sleep and I'm right as rain!"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Well, 'different strokes for different folks' as they say."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, there was something here to be heard for sure!

She smiled gently at his subservient demeanor. "What position was that, if you do not mind my asking?"

[sneerkite]

"Who?"

[sneerkite]

There seemed to be a hint of sympathy in her voice, so Steerpike allowed himself to speak the truth, softly, but otherwise with the same polite demeanor he'd used thus far.

"I was a kitchen boy, Annette. I was placed in a dungeon for attempting to find some fresh air on a particularly hot, stifling day, and in making my escape, found myself here."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Annette frowned. "I'm sorry. But I am glad you are feeling better. I did dream about zombies last night."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi shrugged.

"People. Who make comments on such things."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Were they playing music?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"No, and actually it was Dean. He turned into a zombie and wanted my brains. I had to shoot him."

She thought for a moment. "Do zombies like music?"

[sneerkite]

"Ah." Steerpike found this answer to be not even a little bit illuminating. "Well, I am thankful that you find it so relaxing. It takes the duty away from me, and I hope that those you provide for are properly appreciative of your efforts."