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Fourth floor common room: Thursday evening

Karal was cooking. No, the common room wasn't on fire. No, the stove hadn't exploded, or the fridge. There were no broken plates or twisted spoons. Or eggy books.

That would be because what he was cooking, or rather about to cook, were pancakes. He was hungry, he was starting to become quite bored, and - really - pancakes were perhaps the universal food. Flour and water and apply heat. Simple.

Applying heat was to be done via frypan, and the flour and water had been mixed, with only a little bit of mess, in a bowl.

:This should be entertaining.: Altra was watching from a safe distance away.

"Glory, how difficult can it be?" Karal replied as he spooned some into the pan, then frowned at the sudden sizzle. "Maybe I should turn the heat down."

[ooc: open as common rooms are wont to be.]

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Karal was adding several things to his mental list of how to make pancakes. Not incinerating them was number one. "You and Sam make me miss my brother, a little. Our mother used to make me care for him when I wasn't helping in the stables."

"He still back home?" Dean asked.

"All my family is. I was taken when I was nine," he explained, watching the batter in the pan. "I never thought I'd see them again, but when Solaris ascended, she allowed us to have contact with our families. I was able to visit them," he had to stop and think, "it would be just over three years ago, now. Trenor was doing very well."

"I can't imagine not having my family," Dean said shaking his head. He paused and frowned. "Hey isn't your horse named Trenor?"

Karal laughed. "Yes, I named him for my brother. They both have a habit of fidgeting if you ask them to stand still for too long."

Dean chuckled. "Does your brother know you named your horse after him?"

Karal looked shifty. Or as shifty as it was possible for him to look, which wasn't very. "I may have forgotten to mention it to him."

Dean laughed harder. "I can just imagine Sammy's reaction if I named a horse after him."

"It would be something to see, I think," he said with a chuckle.

"Have you seen his bitchface? Really, it's a work of art. Bad art, but still..."

"I haven't no, but I'll be sure to ask him to show me next time I see him," he promised, trying not to laugh again.

Dean checked the pancakes and flipped them. "There's times I annoy him just to make him pull it."

"Does he know you do it on purpose?" he asked curiously. "Glory, those actually look like pancakes!"

"Maybe. But the thing about that is he'd bitchface if he knew I was doing it on purpose too so...."

Karal leaned against the counter and laughed. "Poor, Sam."

"How old is your brother?" Dean asked.

"He would be twelve now, and working with our father as a stable boy." Karal smiled. "Had I remained with them, I'd doubtless be apprenticed to our father, learning to be a stableman, and trying to make Trenor pull faces."

"Well, it's never too late," Dean encouraged. "Maybe he can come visit you here. And you can make him pancakes."

Karal smiled. "Perhaps," he said, even though he knew it wasn't possible. "Do you think they're safe to eat?"

Dean poked at them. "As long as you didn't put anything poisonous in the batter..."

"Only flour and water, I promise," he said solemnly. "And there's honey in the cupboard, which should cover up any, umm, irregularities."

"Got any maple syrup?" Dean asked. "You can eat a lot of things if there's maple syrup."

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