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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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"Be right back."

And he was gone for a few minutes before reappearing with a textbook. "Is this good?"

Luke burst out laughing. "I think that'll work. It's going to be messy, though."

"It was either this or one of my boots," Gavin said and handed him the book.

"Ew," Luke said, wrinkling his nose up. "Is this how Karal did it?" he asked as he held the book high in the air. "Hamlet thought he was a chef, so I'm guessing this is right..."

"Karal didn't beat the eggs that I saw," Gavin said. "So, I don't know. This is right."

No, it wasn't.

"Here goes, then," Luke said, hitting an egg with the book.

Which went as well as you'd expect.

"...ew."

"That didn't go well," Gavin said obviously.

"Well, yeah," Luke whined, handing the book to Gavin. "You try."

"Okay." Gavin grabbed another egg and, instead of hitting it with the book, dropped the book on the egg.

Again, it worked as well as you'd expect.

"Huh. Are we doing this wrong?"

"We must be," Luke decided. "Maybe stick them in a bowl first, then hit them and take all the shell out?"

"Is there a bowl around here?" Gavin asked, staring at the mess.

"There's got to be," Luke said, rummaging around and emerging triumphant with a mixing bowl.

An enormous mixing bowl.

"How many eggs do you think it would take to fill this thing?" he asked, boggling.

"A lot," Gavin said, wide eyed. "Should we fill it to the top?"

"How hungry are you?" Luke asked.

Aunt Beru had been very, very hard on people who wasted food.

"I could eat," he said. "A lot. I'm hungry."

"In that case, let's fill it up!"

"All right!" And Gavin started dumping eggs into the bowl.

Luke readied the book. "You don't need this thing again, do you?" he asked after a moment.

"Um. No." He shook his head. "Not gonna use it again."

"It's probably better that way," Luke agreed.

Rory was going to kill him for what they were doing to that book.

"Maybe a couple more? We'll need space for the book and to take out the shells," Luke said wisely.

This was going to be a disaster.

Gavin dumped more eggs into the container. "Good?"

"Excellent!" Luke decided. "Would you like first whack at the eggs?"

Oh, Luke thought he was terribly funny.

Luke was--and this was a theme this morning--wrong.

"I would," Gavin said, taking the book. "Smash or drop?"

"Smash," Luke decided. "Drop will be too messy."

"Smash it is," Gavin and and then whacked the eggs in the bowl with his book.

And egg went EVERYWHERE.

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