5th floor common room, Sunday lunchtime

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Being hungry, River had considered going into town for a Sunday brunch, but had decided on staying in and doing the cooking herself. Rummanging through the cupboards and the fridge she found enough to feed herself and probably half of the fifth floor should they want to. She chopped onion, apples, pecan nuts and biscuits and mixed it with egg and bacon in a frying pan into something that resembled an omelette. It smelled delicious, and she hummed happily to herself, dropping some pieces of apple on to the floor for Berthold to catch.

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[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"This is a good morning," River said, smiling happily at Jeff. "And there is food."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff blinked for about half a second before he grinned back. Keeping the happy grin in was sort of like trying to stop a flood with a piece of cardboard right now. "They often match up, don't they?" he said. "Mornings and food, I mean."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Unless there is a famine," River said. "That would be unfortunate."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

But then there would be a case of a shortage, like he'd had-- "My girlfriend didn't get eaten by a closet!" Jeff declared, his grin brightening just a little more, "She just got kidnapped by her runaway bride sister!"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River gave him a serious look while stirring the omelette. "Not sure. Closets are not to be trusted here."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Huh.

"...I don't think they're really to be trusted anywhere, are they?" Jeff said, leaning to get a peek at the food. Food! "Unless you've passed the nudity treshold. Then it's sort of life-or-death."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Closets don't care about nudity," River whispered to Jeff as if it was a secret. "They have their own agenda." She handed him a plate and proceeded to heap some omelette on it.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff was momentarily conflicted about what to stare at, River or the omelette. In the end, he opted for the food. "I've frequently felt that way," he said, "It's just when she came back I was starting to think I was imagining things."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Why would you think that?" River asked, preparing a plate for herself.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Well," Jeff said, noncommittally, "She wasn't in a closet."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River shrugged. "Means nothing. How is the food?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

And there went all of his newfound confidence about the closet situation, right out the window. Jeff squinted at River conspiratorally, "...Have you spoken to any of them?" he asked.

Then fumbled for something to eat with. He really needed to learn to pay attention.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Didn't say you were wrong," River replied, feeling a little sorry for him. "Forks are in the top drawer."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Jeff said, sort of placidly, then opened the right drawer and got out a fork.

Mmm. Omelette. Not quite plastics. "Mmm," he said, "Omelette. Not quite plastics, is it?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Plastics aren't edible," River replied. "Will pass undamaged through your digestive system. Nutritional value is nonexistent." She smiled again. "I like working."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff paused halfway through a mouthful of omelette to comment, "Working's good. Except for the bit about talking to Gunther."

He trusted River to understand food-in-mouth-speak.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

The words were clear enough in his mind even if food muffled them somewhat.

"Gunther is rejecting my advice on food," she said, obviously not pleased with that.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Mine, too." Even if his advice came down mostly to 'Milkshakes!' and 'can we please have something that doesn't sound radioactive?'.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"We should plan a one day mutiny and prove him wrong." River chewed happily on her omelette.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"That might not be entirely effective," Jeff pointed out, "He has a very hard head."

His omelette-chew was more of a thoughtful one. "Perhaps a week," he said, "And we should form a food-advice union."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Not necessary to break his head open. The union sounds better." She grinned again. "I fed Mary prawns."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"I'm not certain Mary would approve of a prawn mutiny," Jeff said, misunderstanding, "But I'm sure we can work something out for the week. Well, two days. I'm not entirely certain Mary would be with us on the mutiny front."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"She has to be careful," River agreed. "We can afford to be bold."