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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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

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

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

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

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

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

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

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

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

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