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Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Brunch

Dawn decided the time was right to attempt to make french toast. What could be better on Easter Sunday than brunch, right? So she'd ~~handwavily~~ bought some good bread, eggs, sugar, and vanilla, and was currently trying to figure out the right proportions of things. The griddle wasn't heating yet.

Being Dawn, in addition to syrup, she'd also bought strawberry jam, nutella, tobasco sauce, chocolate chips, walnuts, bananas, raspberry sauce, caramel, and peanut butter. There were also bacon and ham available if someone wanted to make them, and plenty of extra eggs and bread in case someone didn't want to go the french toast route.

She sipped at her pineapple juice and contemplated going to look up a recipe.

[ooc: Open like an open thing! Food is completely moddable.]

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"Hungry," Luke said, stating the obvious, "but good. I can't believe the year's almost over."

"Me neither, and you should just grab some food. It's all safe to eat," because hey, it didn't hurt to specify.

"Around here, you can't be too careful," he said. "I got to make beet soup with Hamlet when he went insane a few weeks ago."

"Hamlet went insane?" Not for the first time, Dawn thought about listening to the radio more regularly. "And you made beet soup? Um...why?"

"It seemed like fun," Luke said. "I got to beat them with a hammer so they wouldn't sing."

No, this didn't seem strange to him.

"I'm soooo cooking with you and Hamlet next time," she decided.

"Ask to use the cakensmoosher," Luke recommended.

"Can I use the, er, cakensmoosher," she giggled, "If I'm not making a cake?"

"I used it to make beet soup and we didn't have to rename it to beetenmoosher," Luke said, grinning, "so I think you'd be okay."

"What does it look like? I don't think I've ever heard of that before."

Luke held his hands out, roughly sketching out the dimensions of a baseball bat. "Made out of wood?" he concluded.

"A two by four?" Dawn suggested, keeping her record for bad charades guesses intact.

"More rounded," Luke said. "It looked like sporting equipment."

"Oh! Like a baseball bat, or was there more of a net thing on the end?" Which was Dawn's way of describing a lacrosse stick.

"The bat!" Luke said, nodding excitedly.

Dawn cracked up, "You used a bat to make soup? That's awesome!"

"It really was," Luke agreed, cracking up. "We made a mess."

"How was the soup?"

"Kind of not the point by the end," Luke said thoughtfully.

Dawn laughed, "I'm not sure about the idea of beet soup anyway, really. Sounds very...purple."

Luke nodded. "And cold. Not my favorite. It was fun to make, though."

"Any other adventures in cooking?" She asked, always looking for pointers.

"Oh!" Luke leaned in. "If you put everything on that counter onto one piece of bread? It's disgusting."

Dawn glanced at the counter. Ewwww. "I will...keep that in mind. Why'd you do that?"

"I wanted to see what would happen," Luke said blithely. "I won't do that again."

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