Fourth Floor Common Room, morning

Isabel was up early and in the mood to actually cook for a change. So she was out in the kitchen mixing up a batch of banana nut muffins. So what if it came from a box? They'd still taste good. There was a fresh pot of coffee on the counter and Isabel was humming along with the music on her iPod as she cooked.

[identity profile] surferboy-09er.livejournal.com 2007-09-14 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"But, but, but-" Dick pouted and flipped his hair in front of his eyes like an emo kid. "-I've had a bad week."

[identity profile] surferboy-09er.livejournal.com 2007-09-14 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
The emo bang always worked. Why else would someone keep their hair this way? Dick smiled and picked up a muffin. "I don't know. Wondering if I made the right decision, I guess."

[identity profile] surferboy-09er.livejournal.com 2007-09-14 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Dick thanked Isabel for the coffee and took a sip of it before talking. "Yeah, I did. After some more fighting and then more sorry...ing we decided to stay together. It's like, I'm glad we're staying together and all but I can't really trust her again. At least not for a while."

[identity profile] surferboy-09er.livejournal.com 2007-09-14 04:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah..." Dick took a bite of the muffin. "These a pretty good."

[identity profile] surferboy-09er.livejournal.com 2007-09-14 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"I bet I could mess it up. Probably by accidentally dropping something in the batter." he said. "Guys like me weren't meant to cook. We're just here for our looks."

[identity profile] surferboy-09er.livejournal.com 2007-09-14 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, thank you. It's hard being this pretty sometimes. It's nice to get rewarded for it."