Fifth floor common room, Thursday morning

[stuckeyboy]

Warren is strangely up much earlier than usual, this morning. Considering that he doesn't have any workshops, one would expect him to be sleeping in until at least mid-afternoon, but . . . this is not destined to be.

Instead, he's making scrambled eggs. Or at least attempting to. This apparently involves a lot of talking to the eggs, pleading with them and threatening them so that they'll crack and not leave lots of eggshell in his frying pan.

Here's hoping he doesn't burn anything. . . .

[ooc: OMG, Warren's actually POSTING. . . . Open!]

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[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

John came into the common room, looking for food. He noticed the guy talking to eggs and, having had many conversations with turnips earlier this week, thought he'd say hi.
"Good morning, whatcha up to there?"

[stuckeyboy]

Warren looked up and waved his spatula. "I'm trying to scramble eggs. . . . Egg shells are good for you, right?"

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"If crunchy is a food group, then yes," John replied, concerned for the boy's meal.

[stuckeyboy]

Warren waved his spatula thoughtfully up and down, then looked back in the frying pan.

And let out a little eep. His eggs were burning. "Dammit! Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit . . . stupid, thinking I could cook things. . . . 'Ohhhh, eggs are easy,' Mom said, 'you just crack them in a pan and stir!'. . . ."

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

John grimaced, "Yeah...I don't think that you're gonna be eating eggs for breakfast."

[stuckeyboy]

Warren turned the heat off and started dumping the burned egg into the disposal in the sink. "Well, not these eggs. But I totally almost had it, that time. . . ."

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"Almost, being the operative word. I'm John, by the way," he said. "Are you gonna try again or would you like a pop tart?"

[stuckeyboy]

"We have poptarts?" Warren perked up. "I'm Warren."

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

John smiled, "Yep!" He opened up the cabinet Annette had been peeking in the day before and grabbed a box of blueberry pop tarts. "Want some?"

[stuckeyboy]

". . . I should really keep trying on these eggs. . . . But, yeah, I think that might be good."

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

John took a wrapped treat for himself and offered the box up to Warren. "Hope you like blueberry!"

[stuckeyboy]

"Um, blueberry's good. . . ." Warren shrugged and looked around. "Do we have a toaster?"

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

"I dunno. I eat 'em raw," he said, ripping open the wrapper and taking a bite.

[stuckeyboy]

Warren looked apalled. "Dude, you--dude, you can't eat a pop tart raw! That's like--like--putting ketchup on a hot dog!"

[missed-the-gate.livejournal.com]

John looked at him sideways, "What's wrong with putting ketchup on a hot dog?"

[stuckeyboy]

"It's--it's too sweet, you know? Like, it kills the smokey hot-dog-y flavor. You're not getting the real hot dog experience when you put ketchup on your hot dog! Raging Bull, man! Deniro!" Warren seemed to realize he was getting waaaay too agitated over this and took a deep breath. "Sorry, sorry, my best friend, he's . . . really into food."

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly wandered in and plopped down on the couch to watch TV. She waved to Warren. "Hey, Warren. How's it going?"

[stuckeyboy]

Warren looked over and smiled. "Not bad, not bad, things are cool . . . you?"

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"Things are going good! I love summer sessions." Molly sniffed and made a small ick face. "What are you making?"

[stuckeyboy]

"Um . . ." Warren looked at his pan. "Eggs?"

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"Did you put something in them?" she asked warily.

[stuckeyboy]

"Noooooo . . . just cracking them into the frying pan and stirring,"

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

"Maybe there was something on the burner then."

[stuckeyboy]

"Um . . . more egg. I'm having some trouble."

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly grinned. "I'd offer to help, but I've never cooked eggs that way."