Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan was at the kitchen facilities in the common room, preparing a pot of pasta. He had some olive oil and an array of spices in a basket on the counter, and was currently mincing a clove of garlic and throwing it into some oil in a frying pan in preparation of making a roasted garlic oil dressing for the pasta.

He had the urge to cook. It didn't happen often, so you might want to come by while he's willing to share. He's certainly making enough for whoever might come by -- this boy has not learned to make individual servings.


(OOC: Open like a common room is open. Come, follow the (v.v.strong) smell of cooking!)

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[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly followed her nose to the common room. "I hope you plan on sharing because you can smell that all the way down the hallway."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan laughed and gestured to the large pot of cooking pasta. "I don't exactly plan to eat it all," he said, grinning. "So you're more than welcome to a helping when it's finished." He held out the hand not currently holding a wooden spoon in a pan of hot oil. "Hi, I'm Ronan."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders wandered up to the fifth floor after an oh so handwavey afternoon of Glider-riding and the subsequent, requisite shower. He was, as the rules of these things dictate, drawn by the smell of cooking and the lure of possibly free food, so he meandered on in.

"Do I maybe have to bribe you to try some of that?"

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly stepped closer and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Ronan. I'm Molly and I would love to help you with your excess pasta. It's a long trip down the hallway, don't y'know."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan laughed. "Not at all." He tossed some more oil and some rosemary into the frying pan, and then gave the pasta a stir. "Although you will have to wait at least a few more minutes before it's finished."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan nodded. He said, very seriously, "And such a long journey requires that one have sustenance afterwards. I understand very deeply."

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly giggled and leaned against the counter to watch him cook. "Do you need any help with anything?"

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly waved to Anders. "Hey! How are you?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"If the good sports fans of Boston can wait eighty-six years for a World Series championship, I can wait a few more minutes for food," Anders said good-naturedly, plunking down on the arm of the couch. "Hi, by the way. I'm Anders. It would kinda suck if I mooched food off you without at least introducing myself, huh?"

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan shook his head. "No, I've got things under control." He stirred the pasta again, considered it for a moment, and whispered to the spoon as he lifted his hand. The spoon kept stirring the pasta unassisted as he reached into the basket for some more herbs. "Thank you, though." He shrugged. "Really, I like handling two or three things at once in the kitchen. Keeps me occupied. I actually find it relaxing."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan refrained from making the comment that Anders could mooch off him anytime, and instead smiled and said, "I suppose it would. I'm Ronan, by the way. Ronan Nolan." He added some more oil to the pan, and, after a moments thought and the consideration of the contents of the basket, pulled out some balsamic vinegar and added it to the frying pan.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Not damn bad, thanks," Anders told her, with a smile that put the understatement to the words. "Haven't talked to you in forever, Molly, how are you?"

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"I'm good!" she said. "I've been helping get one of the new students get flag football going. It's been fun."

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly stared at the spoon. "That is so cool!"

[grenfelzer.livejournal.com]

"Did I know you could cook?" Carmela says, wandering in to the common room and peering over Ronan's shoulder at the frying pan.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette was on her way back from the second floor common room and she wasn't happy at all. But she did smell food and she went in that direction.

She was pleasantly surprised to find Ronan cooking in the kitchen. "Hi, Ronan. What are you cooking? It smells wonderful."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan was confused. "Huh?" Then he followed her gaze. "Oh, that. Thanks, but it's nothing really. Just told the spoon to do on its own what it remembered me doing with it. It's a really simple wizardry." He paused. "I should add that I'm a wizard, I suppose." He grinned. "Not that people with powers seems to be all that odd here?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She noticed Anders and gave him a slight wave, not having really talked to him in forever. "Hey, how've you been?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Annette waved at Molly, "Hey, Molly."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan shrugged, and shifted slightly to give Carmela a better look -- and smell. The scents rising from the pan were quite strong, thanks to the balsamic vinegar. "You tell me," Ronan said, grinning. "You'd be more likely to know what you did and did not know than I would." He tossed a spoonful of brown sugar into the frying pan.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan smiled. "Thanks, Annette. It's just pasta, with a roasted garlic vinaigrette dressing. Nothing special."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Probably best that such a comment wasn't made out loud, where the squirrels might overhear it . . . a certain cranky half-demon might not take it too favorably.

"And now I can eat guilt-free," Anders declared, holding out his hand and wondering what it was about this place that seemed to draw guys who looked exactly like this. "How's Fandom been treating you so far, man?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"That sounds wonderful," she said, coming up near to him and looking over the ingredients and how he was cooking. "Do you think...maybe, I mean are you going to have enough that maybe I can have a bite?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Flag football, huh?" Anders sighed. "Dude, competitive sports in Fandom again! I had no idea . . . I really gotta get out more. It's not the same without the tackling, though," he added with a wink.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Annette." Anders waved back, with a smile to boot. "Doing pretty good . . . how 'bout you?"