Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

"Can you hand me the ginger?" Ronan asked, as he ground some spices with a mortar and pestle. "The fresh, I mean." The fragrant smells of cooking curry were already pervading the common room, and probably making their way through the rest of the dorms. When Isabel handed over the asked-for ginger, he added some to the mixture in the mortar, and went back to grinding. "Thanks. I hope this isn't too spicy for whoever else comes along," he added.


[OOC: Open, as common rooms are! Come have some curry. :D]

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[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"Definitely." she said. "It's been forever since I've had Indian food."

[not_in_the_book]

"Well, you're in luck," Ronan said. "I hope you like it spicy -- although if not, I'm making a raita, too, to cool off your mouth."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"The spicier the better." Meg said.

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan laughed. "That's a dangerous thing to say around me," he replied.

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"I like to think I can handle a lot of spicy." she said. "Do your worst."

[not_in_the_book]

"Ever have a vindaloo?" Ronan asked. "'Cause what I'm making is worse. Much worse."