Fourth floor common room: Thursday morning [before workshops]

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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.

[ooc: open, of course!]

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[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"Sounds good," Setsuna smiled, with a small nod, "despite the voice of Peter Pevensie in my head right now telling me about fifty million things wrong with allowing pastries in the salle. And another fifty million things being submitted by my own conscience."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"Oh." He frowned at that. "I didn't realise...We could sit in the sun and eat? On the grass outside? Unless there is a dramatic shift in the course summer, the weather should remain fine."

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"I was only joking, Karal," Setsuna smiled and shook her head lightly. "It should be fine."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"Oh!" he said again and laughed at himself. "All right. Well, atonement is a serious matter. As you shall discover on Tuesday."