Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

Tori had a wonderful time at prom last night, better than she could have imagined. She wished time could move slower though, she didn't want the year to end just yet. Especially when it meant some people would be leaving and she might not see them again.

An early morning person, Tori made her way into the common room kitchen, having decided to make an ample amount of pancakes. That was something she could cook without ruining it. People were probably going to be sleeping for a while but Tori decided to make enought pancakes for the floor and then some, regardless.

She set up orange juice, water, tea, coffee and milk on the table along with syrup and other moddable breakfast condiments. She placed pancakes along with everything as they were made.

[OOC: Open for mommies and daddies and kiddies, oh my!]

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[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots came into the room and glanced around. "Mini students strike again?"

[broodofbroots.livejournal.com]

"Dad!" Debbie ran over and enveloped Broots in a very tight hug.

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots closed his eyes, counted to ten, and the stared at the wee thing attached to him. "Hi."

[broodofbroots.livejournal.com]

"Daaaad!" Debbie managed to stretch his name to about five syllables. "I'm hungry and bored." She paused. "Aunt Cam said to tell you I'm apparently 'lergic to strawberries."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots blinked and made a future not of that, realized what he was doing, and looked down at the thing attached to his hip. "Right. Um, tell Aunt Cam thanks. And uh...what's your name?"

[broodofbroots.livejournal.com]

Debbie gave Broots a very long look that seriously questioned his intelligence. "Did you hit your head again?"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Something like that." Broots replied weakly and started moving, child still attached.

[broodofbroots.livejournal.com]

The child in question rolled her eyes and let go. "Can I have pancakes? Aunt Cam tried to make waffles and set the kitchen on fire. And I'm Debbie. Debbie Broots, your daughter." She paused. "D'uh."

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

Broots totally didn't snort at the comment about Cam, really. "So if you're staying with Cam, where's your mom?" He started getting out the ingredient for waffles without even thinking about it.

[broodofbroots.livejournal.com]

Debbie shrugged. "She's in Vegas somewhere, we pretend she doesn't exist." She informed him with a frown. "Can they be blueberry pancakes?"

[dorky-broots.livejournal.com]

"Sure, why not." And Broots continued to make pancakes, hoping that this latest weirdness would be over soon. And kind of wondering how bad he had to marry that he wound up with custody of the kid.