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 considered that for a moment. "I think I could come up with a few things that are worse, given enough time." He grinned. "But for now, I'll take your word for it. Here! Help yourself to a fajita. Or more than one."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"It was exaggeration for dramatic effect," Bridge informs Ronan. "And... I was hoping you'd say that," he grins and takes a fajita, filling it with a little of everything.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan grinned. "Enjoy," he said. "And yeah, I rather thought it might have been. Very good exaggeration, in fact," he added."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"It's kind of you to say so," Bridge says with a grin, before taking a bite of the fajita. "How did the things with the... stuff... go?" he asks, after *finishing* said bite.

[not_in_the_book]

There wasn't much he was willing to say with other people around. Still, Ronan did say, "Things went... well. And other related things are working out much better."