Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

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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[not_in_the_book]

Ronan laughed. "I'd hope my worth isn't limited to my skill in the kitchen," he said. "Surely there are other things about me that are at least equally interesting."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Well, yes of course," and she didn't want to hurt his feelings because she was just not a mean person like that. Except to Turtle. But that was a totally different story.

"You are very nice and very attractive."

[not_in_the_book]

Because Ronan's feelings would totally be hurt to such a serious degree. He grinned. "Why, thank you, Annette. You're rather far from unattractive, yourself."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Far from unattractive?" She laughed, enjoying hearing it put that way. "Thank you, Ronan. That sounds so nice and a big change from just being told I'm hot. I like that, thank you."

[not_in_the_book]

"Not a problem at all," Ronan said, thickening his lilt. "I'm always happy to do something a little different." He smiled.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She noticed his lilting accent and could listen to it all night, she thought. There was something decidedly soothing about an Irish accent. She didn't know why, but it was there, and she enjoyed it.

"Have you had the chance to eat the fruits of your labor yet? Come sit by me, Ronan, take a break."

[not_in_the_book]

"Oh, no worries," Ronan said, smiling, as he fiddled with some of the things on the counter, moving things from half-full plates onto other half-full plates, and placing the empty dishes into the sink to be cleaned. Which he would get to in a moment, honest. "I've had my fill of them, not to worry there."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Then I will help you," she said feeling...helpful. Moving to the sink she turned on the hot and cold and started rinsing the dishes off. Annette has never washed dishes in her life. She squirted a bunch of dishsoap on everything and just started quirting them with the squirt hose thing.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan blinked. This was clearly a girl who had never washed dishes in her life. "Here," he said, trying to politely shove her away without actually shoving. "Let me take care of that."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Oh," she looked hurt, her hands all sudsy. "Okay." She moved aside, clearly unwanted in the helping department. "I wouldn't have minded, really."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan shook his head. "No, I understand, I just feel responsible for cleaning up after I cook. It's a thing." Yeah, he's totally bullshitting.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Okay," she repeated, wiping her hands on a dishcloth. "People have things I guess."