Fourth floor common room: Thursday morning [before workshops]

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

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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[sixstandingby.livejournal.com]

"You can cook too?" Gavin asked, appearing at the door to the common room. "Man of many talents."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Altra looked straight at Gavin and shook his head. :Not even a little bit.:

"Altra, that's not fair! I have never tried." Karal looked up from the onion he was attempting to cut. "Good morning, Gavin. Ignore Altra. He thinks this is going to end badly. But it cannot be that difficult. Can it?"

[sixstandingby.livejournal.com]

"I've never cooked before," Gavin admitted, coming inside and taking a seat. He smiled at Altra a little knowingly. "But, sure! It can't be that hard. Just follow the instructions, right?"

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Altra snickered and me Gavin's eyes. :Oh, I like him. I really do.:

"Well," he looked distinctly sheepish, "I do not actually have any instructions. But I think it is simply make everything small," he poked the chunks of mushroom hesitantly, "then mix it with eggs and milk, put it in the pan and you get omelette."

[sixstandingby.livejournal.com]

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

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

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

[sixstandingby.livejournal.com]

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

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel had had a restless night. Eventually she gave up trying to get back to sleep and wandered out to the common room in search of coffee.

"Morning," she yawned.

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"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."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"Good morning, Isabel!" Karal looked over from where he was attempting to cook. "Would you care for some coffee?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You've made some?" she asked, sniffing the air. "Oh thank god."

[sixstandingby.livejournal.com]

"Did it tell you that?" Gavin teased.

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"I did." Karal waved a spoon at the pot. The spoon with the egg on it. Now the coffee pot had egg on it. Altra made a noise remarkably like a groan. "Oh dear."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[sixstandingby.livejournal.com]

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

[sixstandingby.livejournal.com]

"Good morning," Gavin said. "No beach today?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

As long as the egg wasn't in the coffee, Isabel could deal. She fixed herself a large mug then took a seat. "You're cooking?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Morning," Isabel said after a long sip of coffee. "I will, later tonight, there's a barbarque. But till then I think I'll stay inside and enjoy the air conditioning."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

He looked down at what was admittedly a mess, then over at the frypan, still cold but with chunks of mushroom and cheese and onion in it, then back at Isabel. "Yes?"

[sixstandingby.livejournal.com]

"What is a barbeque?" Gavin asked.

[sixstandingby.livejournal.com]

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

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Once the caffiene kicked in Isabel would probably flail more. But for now she sat and sipped her coffee quietly. "That's good. You're making omelettes?"

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"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."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It's a cookout," she explained. "Usually foods are grilled or cooked over an open flame. It's always fun."