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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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Rikku stared at her, horrorstruck. "Why do dildos need to be kept warm? What happens if they aren't!?"

"They're cold?" Dawn said, then, just to check..."You do know what they're for, right? And why you might not want them to be cold?"

Rikku stared for a moment. "Oh. Oh. Oh, yeah, I ..."

There went her brain again.

"So then ... the housing elves have ears that are ... similar to ..."

Ouch.

"Um..." Dawn's brain was on its way out of the building as well. "Maybe they think they're like earmuffs?"

"But for the shape to ..." Her eyes got very wide. "Okay. Do you have anything I can hit myself in the head with?"

"I have a frying pan back in my room, hanging in the closet," she offered.

Rikku nodded. "Thank you. If I'm still making this noise in ten minutes, I'm going after it."

"It should work nicely on Alec's head, since he's built almost exactly like Dean, and I know the pan works on Dean."

"Whoa. You're a genius. I was just gonna clock myself in the face to pass out. That's a way better idea."

She nodded. "You should totally get to be President of our I-Saved-the-World-T-shirt Club. I'll settle for veep."

"Oooh, I've never been President before," Dawn bounced a little, "and yeah, why hurt yourself? It's not like any of this is your fault."

"Really? You'd be great at it! Plus I can be totally, like, plotting to overthrow you and nobody will suspect." Rikku giggled madly. "And see, it's common sense like that that made you our fearless leader to start."

She considered for a minute. "We really need to start the club, 'cause I totally want that t-shirt now."

"I think clubs are almost done for the year, but maybe in the fall?" Dawn suggested, then pouted, "You'd overthrow me? I might not be that bad a leader." Hopefully that kind of thing wasn't genetic.

"We could do it unofficially, like on Tuesday nights or something. Or yeah, the whole club thing, too. I'm just impatient."

Her eyes glowed mischeviously. "Of course I would! You'd be a great leader, but sooner or later you'd figure out that I was embezzling funds and then I'd have to blame the whole thing on you and oust you. Unless you had a snitch somewhere that ratted me out first."

"Tuesdays are bad for club meetings," Dawn said reflexively, "and occasionally lead to me being kidnapped. Which, great if you want to do the ouster thing, but not so much normally. Informal could work, though."

She stared at Rikku, her mouth hanging open. "Okay, so we're not making you treasurer."

"You get kidnapped on Tuesdays? Whoa. Nothing interesting ever happens to me on Tuesdays." Rikku shrugged. "You'd think the weekends would be higher traffic for that kinda thing."

And there was an evil smile. "Hey, I'm a thief. If you made me the treasurer, you would totally deserve to get ripped off."

"Not every Tuesday," Dawn defended herself, "but enough that there's been talk of a homing device. And you would think that, but in Sunnydale, you'd be wrong."

"You're a thief? Like, a real thief?"

Rikku laughed. "Man, we should have tagged Yunie with one of those. One group marched in and swiped her from the other people who kidnapped her. That was fun."

"Is Sunnydale where you're from? Is it, like, in this world?" She smiled again. "Yeah, but not like ... I mean, I don't steal from people! Just that if you're fighting something, I'd be the one to run up to it and rifle through its pockets and use whatever I found against it. Comes in pretty handy."

She blushed. "Okay, and I stole stuff from people the weekend we were all crazy versions of ourselves? But I returned most of it and I was really sorry about that."

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