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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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."