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Fourth Floor Common Room; Wednesday Evening.
So, the whole plans for dinner based on the salad things that Chad had done in class last week fell through due to the very odd bout of...well, whatever it was, Chad was trying not to think about it, but he and Teddy had worked out that they'd do that dinner thing today. Only it was breakfast stuff, because that's what the cooking class was doing this week. You could totally have breakfast for dinner. Food was food.
Chad was getting a ton of various different things out and organized on the counter while listening to the new King Crimson album he picked up while at the music store earlier. The menu had increased to include not only cereal, bacon, toast, and eggs, but also pancakes, fruits, and, of course, fried tomatoes. Tonight, they would feast like kings of breakfast!
[[ Chad's here with
notthehulk, but anyone, of course, is welcome to come and join and help and eaaaat! ]]
Chad was getting a ton of various different things out and organized on the counter while listening to the new King Crimson album he picked up while at the music store earlier. The menu had increased to include not only cereal, bacon, toast, and eggs, but also pancakes, fruits, and, of course, fried tomatoes. Tonight, they would feast like kings of breakfast!
[[ Chad's here with

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Carefully.
"Tomatoes for breakfast is still weird."
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Thinking about fires and grease, Chad quickly changed his mind.
"Err, eggs aren't hard."
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He hoped so. They were making waaaay too much food.
As if there could be such a thing.
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"Can I at least help you with anything?" he offered, smiling at Teddy. "I'd hate to just scarf down and not do anything. I'm Sky, by the way... Teddy's big little brother."
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