2nd Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew had a craving for funnel cake so he decided to make some. There was a pot of hot oil on the stove, a bowl of batter, powdered sugar, chocolate syrup, and a can of cherry pie filling all laid out.

Two extra-crispy clumps and a burnt thumb later, he finally managed to produce something that actually resembled the tasty treat he desired.

[ooc: Post is totally open! Andrew has plenty of extra batter if anyone is craving fried goodness!]

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[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

Buffy was following the smell of something other than boiling voles, (She could swear the smell was still permeating the fifth floor) and ended up in the second floor common room.

"Hi!"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew was trying to artfully drizzle some chocolate syrup on a funnel cake. He looked up at the voice he didn't recognize to find a face he did.

"Oh! It's you!"

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I'm me," Buffy agreed. It was obviously true, after all. "Who are you?"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"I'm Andrew. We kind of went to the same high school. Well, we did go to the same high school. At least you were there when I was there... though I guess maybe I could have not been there when you were there -- if you were there at all -- whenever it is you come from."

It had made sense in his head.

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

Buffy stared and said the only thing that made sense, "Huh?"

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

Adam had been wandering around and made his way into the second floor common room. "Hey Andrew," he smiled and waved at his friend. "How's it going?"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew smiled and waved back. He had just drizzled in another spoon full of batter. "Adam! Would you care for a funnel cake? I think I'm finally getting the whole random swirly deep frying thing down."

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

"Oh, sure, thanks!" Adam loved funnel cakes. "Need any help?"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"Nah, I got this part. You can totally add your own toppings though." Andrew carefully flipped the frying confection over in the pot.

"So what's new with you? Ready for class to start?"

[im-afrog.livejournal.com]

"Okay, cool," Adam smiled and nodded. "Not much, really. Yeah, I'm definitely ready for them. How about you?"

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly followed her nose to see who was making what. "Hello!" she said with a small wave. "What're you making?"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"Funnel cakes!" Andrew exclaimed proudly. "They're not as easy to make as you might think. And," he pointed to his burnt right hand and thumb, "there is an element of danger to be overcome."

He had just taken out a fresh one. "Would you like?"

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly smiled. "Ooo! Funnel cakes! Yes, please! If you think it'll be safe for you."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"I think I've tamed this beast," Andrew replied holding out the funnel cake and a fork. "Toppings are on the counter. I recommend the cherry pie filling with a healthy dose of chocolate syrup."

[bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com]

Molly accepted the plate and fork and moved over to toppings to add the cherries and chocolate. "Would adding powdered sugar too be over the top, do you think?"

[oncourtandstage.livejournal.com]

Troy was wandering the dorms, hoping that someone was making something remotely resembling food so that he didn't have to -- low and behold! Food!

"Hey, Andrew!" he said, cheerily, as he stepped into the common room. "What smells so good?"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"Troy! I've totally been meaning to come talk to you," Andrew said excitedly. "Oh, these are funnel cakes. Would you like one? I've got one just about to come out of the oil."

[oncourtandstage.livejournal.com]

"Funnel cakes? Awesome! Yeah, definitely!" Troy grinned as he came over. "I didn't know you could cook!"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"My aunt is a really good cook. She just refused to fix anything for me or my brother, so if we wanted something other than hot pockets, we had to make it ourselves," Andrew explained.

He took out the funnel cake and flipped it onto a paper towel before transferring it to a plate of Troy.

"There are topping here on the counter."

[oncourtandstage.livejournal.com]

Troy gladly accepted the Trojan? plate, and set about covering the funnel cake with chocolate and powdered sugar. "Learned 'cause you needed to, then?" he asked, before taking a bite. "Oh my God, this is fantastic!"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

It's not that Isabel was procrastinating or anything. But well, yeah, she was. Which was why she was poking her head into the second floor common room instead of heading up to the fifth floor to say good-bye.

"Hey Andrew. What are you doing?"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"Isabel!" Andrew exclaimed. "Come! Eat funnel cake! Be merry!"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Deep fried calories? I don't know," Isabel said warily. Not that is topped her from heading over to investigate. "Do you have powdered sugar?"

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew plated up a fresh funnel cake for his big sister. "We have powdered sugar, chocolate syrup, tasty cherry pie filling -- glob it up and enjoy! My gift to you, for being so terribly awesome to me." Andrew smiled, holding out the plate for Izzy.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

She hesitated for approximately .6 seconds before taking the plate. It was comfort food after all. "Thanks Andrew, this is wonderful." Isabel dumped some powdered sugar on the treat and then rummaged in the cabinets until she came up with a bottle of Tabasco. Smiling happily, she started to sprinkle some onto the funnel cake.