Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan was once again in the kitchen area of the common room. This time, he was cooking up pasta puttanesca. He also had a dish of bruschetta topping already on the counter, with a plate of slices of garlic-toasted Italian bread beside it, and a caesar salad was just about ready.

The Nomadic Celtic Chef is at it again!

[Open! Come and get it!]

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

After spending the day at the beach with Peter, Isabel had cleaned up and gone in search of food. A rather delicious aroma led her to the fifth floor.

"Something smells wonderful," she said as she came into the room.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan grinned. "Hey, Izzy!" he welcomed her. "Pasta puttanesca. And yes, if you know any Italian, that is exactly what it sounds like." He gestured to the bruschetta makings. "Feel free to help yourself! This shouldn't be long."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I might have to marry you," Isabel grinned back. "Or at least do the dishes. I love puttanesca sauce."

[not_in_the_book]

"Really?" Ronan laughed. "Awesome! Well, there'll be plenty, and you're definitely welcome to some. How was your week?"

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

Willow smelled cooking. She came into the common room, carrying Philbert the hedgehog in his snugglesack (http://hedgehogsbyvickie.com/snugglesacks.htm). "Hi!"

[not_in_the_book]

"Hello!" Ronan replied. "Come in, grab some bruschetta. The pasta should be ready soon."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Yay food!" Willow said. She helped herself. "Thank you very much. It smells very highly of nummyness."

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan grinned. "That's because it should be! Pasta puttanesca. And there'll be a caesar salad, too."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Hey Willow!" Isabel waved. "Who's your friend?"

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Hi Isabel!" Willow said. She came over so Isabel could see. "This is Philbert, my hedgehog thanks to that workshop we're taking where we learn about creatures? Philbert, this is Isabel."

Philbert was sitting up in his sack and sniffing the air curiously.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Ahh," she said. "Now you have me wondering if I should be bringing my as yet unnamed fish out and about to be social."

Gingerly she held out a finger for Philbert to sniff. "Hi Philbert."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

The dog was sleeping and Chad was bored, so he was on his way to see Jeff about getting his cat back. He was starting to miss Prince Oscar Pedro...

...but not so much that the aroma of delicious food didn't distract him enough to send him into the common room after he passed by.

[not_in_the_book]

"Hey!" Ronan called as Chad entered. "Chad, right? Teddy's boyfriend? We kind of met when you came into the clinic during the dinosaur invasion."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Uhhhh...." Chad looked confused; he really didn't remember a lot of details from that. "Yeah, I'm Chad. You are....?" He felt really, really bad asking, but what could you do when you didn't remember?

[not_in_the_book]

"Ronan. Nolan. Don't worry, I don't really expect you to remember, what with the way you came in. Thus how I 'kind of' met you; we didn't really do much talking." He grinned, and gestured to the bruschetta. "Help yourself! The pasta and salad should be ready soon."

[ashockingbitch]

"Is that food I smell?" Jenny asked hopefully as she entered the fifth floor common room, Jeroen the prairie dog on her shoulder.

[not_in_the_book]

"It is definitely food, yes," Ronan said. "Bruschetta's ready, and the pasta puttanesca should be up in a moment."

[ashockingbitch]

Jeroen gave a hopeful little bark and Jenny laughed. "No, you can't have any."

So Jeroen whipped around to stare at Ronan. "...and that's not going to make him give you any, either." She rolled her eyes at Ronan. "Don't mind my rodent, he's a bit of a drama queen."

[not_in_the_book]

"I can see that," Ronan said, grinning widely. "Jenny, right? I'm sorry, I can't remember if we've ever actually spoken, but you're the TA for Professor Leonhart's class, right?"

[by137.livejournal.com]

The scent of cooking was strong for a growing young man. A.J. caught a whiff of it from downstairs, and came stumbling in, arms outstretched to use the door frame to support himself. "Oh, God!" he praised. "Real food! Feed me!"

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan laughed. "I'd be glad to. There's bruschetta and caesar salad ready, and the pasta should be ready soon." He gestured to the counter top. "Help yourself!"

[by137.livejournal.com]

"You, my friend," on his way over, A.J. grinned and shook a finger lightly at the chef. He grabbed a plate. "Are a godsend to those of us less inclined toward..." He looked over the food. "This. Ramen and PB&J, while quite nice, mind you, can only take a man so far..."

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

Adam had been out and about, wandering the dorms. He had been lured to the fifth floor common room by amazing aromas.

"Something smells delicious," he admitted as he walked in.

[not_in_the_book]

"Hey, Adam!" Ronan said, waving. "It's pasta puttanesca. Unless you're smelling the bruschetta, or the caesar salad, both of which are already ready. Help yourself!"

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

"Hey Ronan," Adam smiled and waved back. "Possibly all of the above, which sounds absolutely wonderful. Thanks!" He helped himself to some salad and a tiny bit of the bruschetta. "Anything I can do to help?"