fifth floor common room, Saturday early afternoon

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was making breakfast.

Well, sort of. Nadia was currently leaning on the counter, staring vaguely at the ingredients with which one might make breakfast, and wondering if she can make it through an entire session with a frying pan and other implements of burnination without falling asleep and potentially getting herself killed.

After a few moments, Nadia was making cereal.

If she drowned in a bowl of milk? Well. Cest la vie.

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[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Nadia. What's up?" Annette said, walking in and checking things out.

[nadiathesaint]

"Hey Annette. Makin' breakfast."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She looked from the kitchen counter to the bowl of cereal she was making. "Decided against cooking?"

[nadiathesaint]

"One cannot live on empanadas alone. Sometimes, one must have cereal."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"I...can try to cook?" She said, raising a brow and looking again at the breakfast stuff. "It might be fun." Annette poked a package of bacon.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia looked from her cereal, to the ingredients, to Annette, then back to her cereal. "You cook? Cool."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Well, technically? No. But she would try - could just be a learning experience.

"Can't be that hard, right? Okay, let's see here..." She took the frying pan and put it on the stove and turned it on high. Then she washed her hands and began to unwrap the bacon.

"Did you have a good time last night at the slumber part?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia watched what Annette was doing, but decided to stay out of it unless there was an actual risk of things catching fire or food poisoning.

"Yeah. I even got Chad into a pillow fight. Sort of."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She started lifting pieces of bacon and laying them into the pan. "What happened, he didn't feel like a pillow fight?" The bacon started sizzling right away and Annette frowned as it began to pop too much. She turned the temp on the pan down.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter wandered in and put the kettle on before trying to figure out what Nadia was doing.

Then gave up.

"What are you doing?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Making breakfast?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't that usually mean - oh, just a guess here - cooking it?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia sighed, looked around, and leaned closer to Walter, her voice low. "Yeah, and if I cook and fall asleep? I could, like, burn the dorms down or something."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter stopped smirking and nodded. "A good point." He pulled a frying pan out of the cabinet and got eggs from the fridge "What can I make you?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia would kill for an omelet. "I'm fine with cereal. It's . . . good for you. Less fat."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'm making myself something better than that." He started cracking eggs into a bowl and glanced up at her. "Are you sure you don't want something?"

[nadiathesaint]

Omeletomeletomeletomeletomelet. "Mmmm, cereal." omeletomelet "I mean, just because I'm falling asleep and stuff, doesn't mean I can't provide for myself," omeletomeletomeletomeletOMELET!

. . .

"Can I have an omelet?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally entered the common room.

"Hey everyone."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Cally. How goes it?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Hey roomie," Cally said. "Things are goin' a-okay. You?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Pretty good. Just chillin' a bit before tonight." She replied from the chair she was sitting in. She had brought her knitting in with her and was currently knitting a dildo cozy. Or trying.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Tonight? What's up tonight?" Cally asked.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Game night. You going to come?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Maybe," Cally said. "What's the game?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Charades!" She said with a grin.