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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Marco found himself being suddenly hugged. He didn't mind. "Annette!" He tried to lift her off of the ground a little. The trick was made difficult by the fact that he barely had a few inches over five feet.