Third Floor Common Room - MorningishMidday

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Liir'd been up since sunrise, as per usual, only today (as he had no class) he'd taken over the third floor common room's kitchen for a few things. He had cookies to make for Karal (he'd decided on a slightly modified version of Lurline's Tears to be festive for the holiday), treats for Miss Lulu (he'd found the recipe through that googly thing Professor Beaubier had shown him), some of the chocolate hazelnut cookies for Ino, and another batch of summer ice (this time with lemon and rosewater since Professor Ambrose obviously had no like for papay fruit for the moment) so that he could write down the recipe to give to Miss Lulu. In between all of the sugar, however, there was a pot of beef stew, made as he had at Kiamo Ko though with a few substitutions. Or possibly not. The names had been different but even just between Professor Ambrose's and his time there were differences in name for the same thing.

All in all, the common room probably smelled of sugar, strange fruits, and slowly cooking spiced beef.

Liir was rather pleased with himself.

[ooc: open as common rooms are with a variety of food and treats available]

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Cassandra still thought that four hours of sleep a night constituted 'sleeping in', so she'd been up for quite a few hours when she wandered into the common room. Morning katas and a long free-run meant she was hungry too.

She sniffed appreciatively as she walked in.

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He looked up at another presence in the room.

"Good morning." He considered the hour. "Ish. I'm glad you came."

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She shrugged as she let herself drift across the room toward Liir. She'd said she would come, after all.

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He looked around at what was done and what was still cooking.

"Well, I've got two kinds of cookie you can try," he said as he pointed to the bowl of chocolate hazelnut cookies and the second which held the stained-glass looking ones.

"The caramels are almost done cooling and if you'll give me a minute to check the icebox..."

He turned and peered into the refrigerator.

"Not for a couple of hours yet," he said.

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"And I can learn the difference from the way they taste?"

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"Almost certainly. I did."

Between the food made for him at the mauntery, the special treats from Sister Cook, what he'd made for himself. What he'd made for her.

"So it's probably simple."

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"Okay then." She decided to try one of each cookie and slowly chewed on each in turn.

She frowned, pondering. "Which is which?"

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"Both were prepared for someone I care about."

He put a pre-wrapped sugar cookie, gotten from the store earlier.

"That was made in a factory. There's nothing special to it. It could be for anyone who pays for it. Try that in comparison."

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Cassandra carefully unwrapped the cookie and took a bite. "It tastes different." Though whether she meant more than that it was a different kind of cookie wasn't clear.

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Jack waved at Cassandra. Felt like ages since he'd seen her, and almost wanted to give her a hug. It had been a good week.

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She shifted slightly as she waved back. She still wasn't very good at discerning the difference between hugging and attacking, so it was probably best for all parties if Jack didn't make the attempt.

"Hi, Jack."

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Which is good. Jack needs to be in a danceable shape for the dance, which is hard to do when one is in a body cast asking if anyone had seen his kneecaps.

"Cassandra! How's things? Haven't seen you in forever." He was happy. His body language was happy. H was not, however, bouncing. It was a trick of the light.

Probably because Jack's mun has been internet-spotty been holed up in his room a lot.

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Cassandra nodded to him. "Good."

She was going to leave it at that, but then she remembered her manners. "You?"

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"Things are good. Are you going to the dance?" It was possible that the light trick was extra tricky when he mentioned the dance.

Jack would be a horrible poker player today.

"Look at all the food!" he pointed out. In Jack's usual unsubtle manner.

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Cassandra frowned at Jack just a bit. "It's a dance." So of course she was going.

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He wasn't sure. Things sometimes slipped by him. "Who's the lucky date?" Would Cass save him a dance?

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Her frown deepened a bit. "Date?"

She didn't have to have a date to dance, did she?

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Jack smelled food. Fooooood! Delicious food, it smelled like. He decided to investigate.

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He got a bright smile for his trouble and a bit of scrambled looking around the kitchen.

"Er, would you like anything? Sweet or something to fill the stomach?"

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"Sure!" he said, heartily. "Wouldn't mind a little bit of everything, but wouldn't want to be rude." Jack had a spring in his step lately, seemed like.

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Liir was the same way, so it was really a miracle that none of the food was flying.

"Chocolate hazelnut," he offered the first bowl, "sugar with candy at the center" as he offered the next "summer ice" a bowl with what was very like turkish delight, "and I'll serve up some beef stew if you'd like."

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Jack would have caught most anything flung his way. Hungry!Jack was hungry.

"I'll take one of each, my good sir," he said, "and give my compliments to the chef! You're in the Host Club, right?" He left off the 'with me' part.

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"Yes," he admitted with a faint wry smile. "The 'Domestic Type', I believe it was put."

He spooned in a considerable amount of the stew and set it before Jack with a good size piece of bread and a spoon.

"There's water, but I'm a little busy."

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"I can get it myself if I get thirsty," he said before testing the stew. "This is good! Better than my dad makes!" He shoveled in a few more spoonfuls.

"I was named," he said, pointing at himself with the bread, "The 'Cool Type' host. He's got us both pegged," he said.

Perhaps where Jack's from, devouring everything in the blink of an eye means that the food is exceptional. In fact? It does.

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Liir couldn't help it. He laughed.

"You're probably overheating after all that stew. Would you like some more, or will you fill the rest of the way with sugar?"