Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

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Once again, there were appetising scents emanating from the fifth-floor common room. Ronan was in another cooking mood. This time, it was the rich and spicy scent of Mexican -- well, technically Tex-Mex -- food, grilling chicken, sweet chilies, and a dash of cumin, with sliced bell peppers and onions in another pan. Ronan was still chopping and preparing, but already on the counter was an array of tortillas, and various moddable toppings that people might wish to put on their fajitas.


(OOC: Hey, he's cooking again. Come feed your characters. Open to ALL. :D )

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[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"He wins the day," Charlie said solemnly, then grinned and put extra salsa on her tortilla. "We should give him a little gold star, right on his forehead for this."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

That was an awesome idea, and the little 'o' made by Turtle's mouth proved testimony to that. "We should! But I don't have any gold stars on me."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"Neither do I. Maybe we could decorate his doo laterr?" Charlie speculated. "Unless he'd have an anti-star reaction the way some guys are anti-glitter."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Only one way to find out!" Turtle chirped brightly. "I'll make sure I grab a pack at work tomorrow."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

Charlie grinned brightly at Turtle. "He'll thank us. Really he will." She sighed and took another bite of her fajita. "We just have to find out where he lives. So to speak."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Totally," Turtle nodded. Who wouldn't be happy to be covered in gold stars> Duh. "I think we may have narrowed it down to the fifth floor, considering this is where he cooks, but there is the possibility that his is a migratory cooking Irish guy. We should keep that in mind. Leave no stone unturned."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

Charlie nodded seriously. "We could always canvas the neighborhood. 'Have you seen a nomadic Celtic chef? We have interior decorating to do for him.'"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle snorted. "Nomadic Celtic Chef is totally the name of my next band my new name for him."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

Charlie snickered. "Feel free to use it. It's easily recognizable. 'Oh, yeah, he went that way, toting an iron frying pan. You can catch him if you hurry.'" She grinned and took another bite of her food, and said, "Can we be his stalkers?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle's nose wrinkled. "Stalkers feels too restraining order-y. I say fangirls."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"Works." Charlie took another contented bite of her food. "We're just the ones that always show up to show him he's appreciated."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Exactly," Turtle mused, like it was a totally important job.

She paused.

"And cover him with gold stars."

Nod.

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"So he shines like cookware," Charlie agreed. "Making it easier to follow him."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle couldn't help giggling a little at that. "That's a really good point. We might need to wear shades on sunny days, though, for risk of him blinding us."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"Cooking shades," Charlie said, snickering and nodding. "And lighters, to hold up while he's cooking and call for an encore!"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Ooooh," Turtle enthused with a big, goofy grin. "You know, it's frightening how well all of this is coming together."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"It's awesome," Charlie said, nodding hard. "Therefore it is meant to be!"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I hope we have a lot of gold stars at the store," Turtle said with a nod of her own. "I know there's plenty of silver, but silver? Just will not do. No way, Jose. Must be gold."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"Definitely." Charlie finished up her fajita, then looked thoughtful. "Would it be rude not to have a second one?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"The height of rudeness," Turtle declared with a firm nod. "My high, dignified manners are appalled that you would even suggest otherwise, Charlie, and, for retribution, I insist you eat another one, lest you shame the name of the Nomadic Celtic Chef and all subsequent fangirls."

Then Turtle promptly shoved her fajita into her mouth, to keep from giggling.

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

With immense dignity and her nose very high in the air, Charlie got to her feet, and said, "To reclaim my honor, and the name of all fangirls of the Nomadic Celtic Chef, I'm going to step up to the plate, mix a metaphor, and have a second fajita. Cover me. I'm going in."

Then she turned on her heel to keep from giggling madly herself.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle, meanwhile, totally lost it, and had to forfeit part of her fajita to a napkin before she choked on it and was glad for the fact that she was near the couch to fall on during her fit of giggling. This was almost as good as the time her and Katara were being attacked by their bra--

Turtle's giggling abruptly stopped. No! No thinking of braids, because that lead to emo! She shook her head, tried to get back to where she was. "Go for it, Charlie!" she called in a stage whisper. "Totally have your back."