third floor common room - saturday afternoon - 3/22

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He didn't want to sit in Andrew's room since Andrew needed the rest and he was... restless. He couldn't go back to his own.

But he had something he had to work on.

It wasn't his homework or his magic study; those would not have resulted in the grim expression on his face. It was a letter, a letter he had to write to someone who held the singular honor of being the only non-stone being that Liir could honestly say he loathed.

It didn't help that they might be related. In fact, that made things considerably worse.

As such, he was curled up in one of the corners, notebook in hand (for a rough draft; he wouldn't send a notebook page back to Oz, after all!), scribbling out opening lines. For the moment, they were venomously polite but he'd had to scratch out a few cuss words that'd slipped out from the nib of his pen as well.

This was going to take a while.

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"Bacon's good any time," he said, starting on a good ol' Burton bacon mess.

"I nrrd to stay away from my stupidity," he stated. Not like it would happen, of course.

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"I can't exactly divorce myself from myself," he said with a faint smile.

The pan was greased with a bit of butter, it was put away, and then he started scrambling the eggs in a bowl.

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"I'm not sure how that works," he said, quirking his head to think of it.

It wasn't coming. Sometimes, he just didn't get it.

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"It doesn't."

A few herbs to the mix and then he's pouring it into the pan.

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"So you have to just stop doing stupid things? I've been told that a few times."

Bacon skillet was hot, and Jack started placing porcine goodness onto it.

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"I should have a recording of that very reminder placed permanently in my ear," he said distractedly as he moved the eggs around. The heat was low, so as not to burn them.

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"It wouldn't work for me," he admitted, setting up a plate with paper towels to catch the excess grease. "I've also been told I don't listen. Which if I'm beign told I do n't listen, I'm not going to listen."

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"Unless you don't listen to the person saying you won't listen," he pointed out with a faint smile.

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"In which case I'm not listening to the person telling me I'm not listening because I'm not listening," he agreed.

First plateful of bacon done. Rest of the package to be soon followed.

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The eggs were done as well. He plated them and walked around to put them next to the bacon as he started to clean up.

"I'm not hungry," he said, thinking that he should perhaps make some soup. Andrew might like soup. He should make soup.

"Would you mind if I made soup while you're still at the bacon?"

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"Soup sounds like a great idea," Jack said. "We got potatos? Carrots?" mmmmmbaaaaacon. Almost ready.

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"There's some in the ice box," he said as he started pulling things out.

"Chicken, I think. I'd like to bring some for Andrew and he's under the weather."

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"Chicken soup sounds excellent. Your recipie include bacon, carrots, and all?"

He found a box of noodles.

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"I've got a few recipes," he admitted. "But I'm not opposed to making it up as we go along. Bacon might be nice, add a smokey flavor to it, and I do like carrots."

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"Everything's better with bacon," Jack states definitively, having long history with this theory. "Spices, too."

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He smiled.

"I usually use a lot of spices, personally," he said with a nod. "And bacon, sometimes."

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"Bacon is proof that we're meant to be happy," he said with a smile.

Oooh, chicken stock cubes.

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"Not to a Pig," he quipped.

Cubes?

Liir pulled a container of chicken stock from the fridge. He'd made it in the midst of another dish earlier this week and there was plenty left over.

He blinked at the cubes.

"What're those for?"

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"They're boullion," he said. "Flavor cubes. Spice up the flavor a bit. Not like a gravy, though."

[sorry for the delay. Going off to be social in a second or two!]