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.]

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[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

Meg kissed him back for a moment. "You know that hose innuendo is sounding better and better right now."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned. "Let me finish these pancakes and we can go back to my room."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"Take your time," she said. "Karal said I can have one. One that's, you know, edible."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I think we can manage edible," Dean said. "As long as he didn't put like a lot of salt or something in the batter."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

"I think I'll let someone try the first one before I eat one of my own," Meg said. "Just in case."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned. "Beauty and brains."

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

She smiled. "I pride myself on my ability to avoid eating things that could possibly taste gross."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Important skill to have around here," Dean observed.

[goodgirlmeg.livejournal.com]

Meg nodded. "It's saved my taste buds more than once."