Second floor common room, all Friday afternoon

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The kitchenette counters in the common room were covered in all sorts of unusual things this afternoon: bowls, spoons, cheese graters, half a lobster, bits of lego. A cheery tuneless song with lyrics written entirely in gibberish came from behind the counter as someone rummaged through the fridge. Finally, the door shut, and a slightly deranged looking Hamlet stood up, wearing a quickly assembled version of the Swedish Chef's outfit.

As he continued singing and rummaging through the cupboards for things, he stood up a large sign against the counter:




Brunch cooked while you wait!
The chef will try his best to cook whatever you want!
Børk! Børk! Børk!


Moral of the day: don't eat strange cupcakes that are lying out in the open. They do weird things to your head.


[OOC: So very open.]

Comments

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

He sighed. "I'm preffectly feene-a. I dun't knoo vhy peuple-a keep eskeeng me-a thet. Bork Bork Bork!"

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Bork," Evie said, eyes wide, looking more than a little worried.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

The chef set the kettle on boil, and then opened up all the russian nesting dolls and layed out all the bottom halves in a row. He carefully put a tea bag in each, and an extra alphabet block in the largest one.

"Du yuoo teke-a unytheeng in yuoor tee?" he asked.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Lemon and cream," Evie said reflexively, staring at the Russian dolls with the blocks in them. Then really wished she hadn't. "But you don't have to go to any trouble for me!"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it's nut truooble-a et ell!" he said.

He added hot water to all the doll-cups, carefully added a bit of cream in each, and then grabbed a whole lemon from the fridge and hit it with the cakenschmooscher until it was in bits small enough to put in the cups. Finally, he put the whole mess on a platter and passed it to Evie.

"Roosseeun tea, joost fur yuoo! Bork Bork Bork!"

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Bork bork?" Evei blinked, and took the tray. "I mean, thank you?" She bowed to Hamlet, not sure of the etiquette here. "Very... Russian."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"Yuoo're-a velcume-a!" he said with a grin, before turning back to other things in his kitchen.