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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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

The walls of this dormitory were interesting. Never had a problem blocking out sound but scent seemed to permeate them at all times, even down three floor, where Turtle could sniff out the undeniable aroma of potentially free food. Potentially lots of it and potentially good. She poked her head into the fifth floor common room, thinking she'd just about tracked it down.

"Oooooooh," she said to check out the counter.

[not_in_the_book]

"Hey!" Ronan said, smiling. "The filling'll be ready in about two minutes. There's plenty, so you can definitely have some."

Why ELSE would anyone be coming in, if not for food?

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Awesome, thanks, Irish guy who's name I can't remember!" Turtle was pretty much already getting something together before Ronan even said anything.

[multiplez]

Z's free food sense was tingling. Or possibly she'd just been drawn by the sizzle and the smell of peppers and onions. "Fajitas?" she said hopefully as she peered into the kitchen.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Mexican, Tex-Mex, all Teddy knew was that something smelled good. He peeked his head into the room, looking very hopeful for some free food.

"Hello?"

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan laughed a bit. "I'm Ronan. And it's okay, I think we spoke all of once." And, hey, look, the chicken was ready! He dumped it into a serving dish, and the peppers went in alongside, and everything was ready for people to enjoy.

[not_in_the_book]

"Hey! Yes! Fajitas! Come in and enjoy," Ronan said, gesturing at the array of stuff on the counter. "The chicken just came off the stove, so it's definitely hot and fresh."

[not_in_the_book]

"Hi!" Ronan said, smiling widely. Cooking always put him in a good mood. "Come in! Have a fajita!"

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"That smells lovely," Aravis said, wandering in, "and I do hope you're sharing because if you're not, it's a very cruel trick to play."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan laughed. "Definitely not a cruel trick. Come in! Have a fajita!"

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

And the streak of free food in common rooms continued!

Teddy practically bounced on in and toward the food. Then realized he didn't actually know that guy cooking.

Food, then manners.

"I'm Teddy, I don't think we've met yet."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Yup," Turtle nodded. "Once. And Ronan, I totally knew that, really. Tip of my tongue, but the food distracted me. That's it." Because it did look amazing, and she had good timing, too! All right!

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

She tilted her head. "A what now?"

[multiplez]

"Where'd you learn to make fajitas, Irish boy?" Z asked warily.

[not_in_the_book]

"I think you're right," Ronan said. "I'm pretty sure I'd remember you." He totally wasn't flirting. "I'm Ronan; it's a pleasure to meet you!"

[not_in_the_book]

"... the same place I learned to make pasta and curries? In the kitchen." Ronan grinned. "My mother loves to cook a wide variety of foods. I inherited the interest."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan smirked. "Sure it was, Turtle." But, hey, also compliment to the food. "Seriously, help yourself!" He started to fix a fajita for himself.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan paused. "Not from around here?" he asked, a bit tentatively.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Which was good because flirting made Teddy all flustered and flaily and probably a few other f-words.

"You too," Teddy replied. He looked over the food with a little awe. "Wow. The only thing I can cook is a frozen pizza."

[multiplez]

This was good enough for Z, who started making herself a fajita (or three). A little sour cream, some avocado, ooh, lime juice... "And we reap the benefit." Even if it wasn't good it was free!

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

She shook her head. "No, I'm a bit far from home. But I'd hoped I was getting better about knowing the terminology of this world. I'd simply never heard that word before now."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I could smell this from all the way down on the second floor," Turtle grinned after she'd had hers set, almost was able to close it, and took a bite. "I definitely had to check it out." Already, she'd gotten food in the corner of her mouth, a little bit of guacamole, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan nodded. "Fajitas are a food from a specific region of this country, based on the cuisine of the country immediately south." He's done his research. "It's grilled, seasoned meat -- in this case, chicken -- with grilled bell peppers, and then a variety of garnishes to taste." He gestured, and then started making himself another to demonstrate, adding salsa, fresh chopped tomatoes, sour cream, and shredded cheddar to his. "You wrap up the filling inside the flatbread -- it's called a tortilla -- and then you eat it."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

Charlie followed her nose down the hall and up a floor, then grinned when she got to the Common Room. "Fajitas, yum. Can anyone have some, or are they just for people on this floor?"

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Aravis. How's it going?" Charlie grabbed a tortilla, then considered what she wanted to put on her fajita, going for salsa and sour cream.