Fourth floor common room: Thursday evening

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

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.]

Comments

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal beamed at her. "Then there's no reason to feel bad!"

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"You do have a point," she said. "I refuse to feel bad about it now."

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"Good!" he said happily. "And if Dean manages to salvage them, you can have a pancake." He frowned. "Which hopefully won't make you feel bad."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"You can't go wrong with pancakes," she said. Even ones that smelled kind of weird.

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"That's what I thought! It is flour and water - how difficult could it be? I've never really had to cook for myself," he admitted. "which is why they were more of a mess than a pancake. As it turns out, they can be quite difficult."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"It just takes some practice," she said. "Everybody goes through their fair share of kitchen mishaps."