Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Brunch

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

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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[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

Buffy gasped in mock outrage. "Oh my god, you take that back!"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I won't!" Dawn declared, sticking her chin out, but, it should be noted, still holding on to the egg shell, "You flung peanut butter with...impunity! I could have been allergic and I'd be dead now and then you'd feel reeeeeeealllly guilty."

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

"Nu-uh!" Buffy protested, although of course she totally would've. "And I could be allergic to eggs! Um. Eggshells!"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Uh uh," Dawn argued, "I know you're not allergic to eggs, or egg shells!"

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

Buffy sulked, lowering her knife. "You have unfair advantage."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Yup," Dawn took a bite of banana.

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

"I'm soooo tempted to call your Buffy for all the dirt she has on you now," Buffy informed her as she walked up to her sandwich again.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I'm soooo hiding my cell phone," Dawn replied, unable to imagine what Buffy talking to Buffy would do to her social life.