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Fourth floor common room: Thursday morning [before workshops]

It was Thursday morning. It was Karal's last day of classes. He'd woken up early, as per usual, and for some reason he thought it would be a good idea to attempt breakfast.

Karal had never cooked before. Ever. But there were eggs in the fridge, and milk, and cheese. A further rummage turned up bacon, onions and some mushrooms, and, well, a lot of other things he didn't recognise. He left those where they were.

"I think I can make an omelette from these," he told Altra, who was perched on a chair, watching him. "I am fairly certain I know what one is."

:This will end well,: the 'cat drawled, shaking his head.

"No, I am sure I know what it is. Eggs and other things, all cooked up together." He surveyed the ingredients and nodded firmly, pulling out a frying pan. "It cannot be that difficult."

Altra facepawed. Luckily there was coffee already brewed, which Karal did know how to make.

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"Okay." Gavin really wanted to see if this worked. "You cook and I'll...supervise."

"Does that mean if it all goes wrong it will be your fault?" he asked hopefully.

"We'll see," Gavin said evasively. "Don't set things on fire and we should be okay with nothing going wrong."

"I think we should be okay," he said doubtfully. "I think." Karal dumped the handfuls of mushroom chunks in the pan and reached for the onion again. "I think the onion does not want to be cut up."

"Did it tell you that?" Gavin teased.

"Gavin! The onion doesn't speak." He squinted as he jabbed at the onion with the knife, carving off a thick chunk. Chunks were all his knife wielding skill level could manage. "It is making my eyes water. Is it supposed to do that?"

"Maybe you're just sad about having to cut up an innocent onion?" He really couldn't help the teasing this morning.

"Alas, you may be correct," he teased back. "I can not bear that I am depriving this poor, innocent vegetable of it's layers." Karal made a face at it, then blinked rapidly, eyes starting to leak. "Do you think we might leave the onion out?"

"I think it would be a good decision," he said, nodding. "Leave the onion out."

"You are in charge," he said and dropped the brutalised onion carcass in the sink. There were a few mangled bits on the counter, so he dumped them in the pan. "Which means you are responsible." He flashed Gavin a grin. "Cheese?"

Altra perked up at that. :I'll take some of that.:

Karal shook his head. "Only if you go and get Gavin his pants."

"Chee-" Gavin stopped mid word. "I've got pants on though."

He looked down just to make sure.

Altra rolled his eyes. Karal laughed. "No, your leather pants. Altra brought them from Karse for you. Will you get them, please, Altra?" he asked, relieved he no longer had to conceal what Altra was, at least with some people.

The cat grumbled, but trotted out the door. Karal held up the block of cheese. "I will add it?"

"I can't believe you actually got me leather pants," Gavin said, amused. "And yeah, add it all. Cheese is good."

"I said that I would. I cannot believe Altra actually went to get them." Karal once again exhibited his incredible prowess with a knife and started turning the block of cheese into...smaller blocks. "That is the truly amazing thing."

"Maybe Altra wants to see me in leather pants too?"

Karal just stared at Gavin, and it was pure dumb luck, or divine watchfulness, that he didn't slice his finger off. "Maybe Altra wants to...I don't think so!"

Gavin dissolved into laughter at Karal's expression, covering his laughter with his hand.

"You say that like I wouldn't look nice in leather pants!"

Karal kept staring. "I have no idea if you would or not! They are, it is-- Gavin, it is Altra! I don't think he cares what you wear."

The subject of their conversation popped into existence on top of the table, a paper and string wrapped bundle (http://www.mwart.com/xq/ASP.product/pid.5980/qx/suede-medieval-pants.htm) in front of him. :He doesn't. Trust me. Cheese, now, thank you.:

"Thanks, Altra," Gavin said, grinning. He picked up the bundle and unwrapped the paper before holding the pants up. "Huh. They don't look too bad."

ALtra looked slightly mollified at being thanked, but stared pointedly at Karal.

"You see? They are just pants that are made of leather. I don't think they are frightening. I have several pairs almost the same as those." He set a plate of cheese on the table in front of Altra, who curled his tail neatly around his paws and started to eat. "There will be less cheese in this omelette than I had anticipated."

"They don't look too bad," Gavin agreed, trying to imagine wearing these on a daily basis. "I might give them a try this weekend. Not in public! And where'd all the cheese go?"

Altra looked smug. Karal pointed at the 'cat. "Not all of it, but some. And they are! So long as you do not get tangled in the laces," he teased.

"Oh, great, something to worry about," he said, eying the laces. "I'll have to make sure someone's around in case that happens."

"Fear not!" Karal went back to mangling the cheese, laughing a little. "Am I not your official pants cutter outer?"

"You are!" Gavin raised a fist in triumph. "Now, I know I will not spend a weekend stuck in pants if you're around!"

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