5th Floor CR, Thursday Afternoon

[withoutverona]

The week was well on its way before Romeo did much outside his room, but this afternoon he was, at long last, bored of his own company and the inside of his own head.

He emerged to make his way to the common room, where an idea overtook him. If at some point he'd have a child who was devoted to waffles (and that seemed at least more likely than the other two possibilities the weekend had thrown at him) it might serve him well to be able to make the things without help from a toaster.

Granted, he couldn't cook. But he could read and so, intrepidly, he found himself standing at the counter, squinting at a recipe and hoping the mess wouldn't be too bad to clean up.

If nothing else, he would have killed an afternoon.

[OOC Open like a CR.]

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[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Mel said pouring some of the dry ingredients into the strainer and began to sift them into a bowl. "Yeah, don't get me wrong. I loved the kids and everything but I think a couple of days was all I could stand right now in my life."

[withoutverona]

"At home people are married and parents by our ages," Romeo said. "But at home they have servants, so things even out a bit."

He started beating the egg whites, frowning at them as he did.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Servants, huh?" Mel said with a snicker as she tried to keep the flour mixture from flying every where. "I think if I was in your world I'd probably be trying to break into your house."

[withoutverona]

That got a smile out of Romeo, though one that clearly wasn't joking. "You might be, if you wanted to get shot."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Well it wouldn't be the first time I got shot at," Mel smirked. "Not that I find it fun. Usually I try the whole 'dead of night' scenario and do the stealthy thing."

[withoutverona]

"Not shot 'at,' " Romeo repeated flatly, sounding very certain as he raised his head from his bowl. "Shot. No matter what time of night or how stealthy you were."

They'd done it for less, after all. Montagues were not to be trifled with.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"That's assuming if you'd catch me," Mel teased. "But yeah, those days are behind me anyway. Today I seem to be destined to help you with waffles."

[withoutverona]

They would, but it wasn't really the time for that lecture; he wasn't in Verona anymore anyhow.

"It's behind me as well," he said instead. "And what's your destiny after today? I hope you're at least staying some of the summer.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel frowned a little at that. Especially the choice of words. "I'm out of here Monday. Apparently I have places to go and things to do."

[withoutverona]

Monday? He'd known she was graduating, and of course logically it followed she'd leave eventually.

Logically.

He just didn't know it would be that soon.

Romeo frowned harder at his egg whites. "We'll miss you," was all he said. "Will you keep in touch, from your places to go?"

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Well sure," Mel said with a moment's hesitation. "All of my friends are here. Back home there's just... well a guy who looks like a fish."

[withoutverona]

"So why are you going there?" he asked. "Is Mr. Fish so lonesome for you?"

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"It's where I'm supposed to be," Mel said tightly. "And from what I hear things have gotten mucked up so if I don't go then things are going to get worse."

...

"And Gunther doesn't fell that way for me. At least I hope he doesn't," she added with a shiver.

[withoutverona]

"Oh." That was ... a really good answer, actually, and not one Romeo could argue with. "I'm sure you'll fix everything, get it all un-mucked."

He shuddered, and said hopefully, "If her looks like a fish, probably he likes more piscine women."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel decided to focus on the last comment Romeo made. "Well... actually he's a human. He just looks and breathes like a fish. Either that or his constant attempts to have me wear a skirt while he swims on the floor underneath me is just a cross species dream of his."

[withoutverona]

Romeo made a face at the mental image. "I wish I could go back to 30 seconds ago, before you told me that. But I can see why you're giving all this up, if it means seeing such companions."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Well we all gotta go sometime," Mel said frowning slightly as she finished sifting everything together. "All right. I'm done with the dry stuff. What next?"

[withoutverona]

"We put the egg yolks, oil and milk into the dry stuff, then mix it," Romeo answered, reaching for a bowl of rather imperfectly separated yolks. "Then everything gets mixed with the whites."

He half-smiled. "This isn't as hard as I thought it might be."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Well it's not rocket science," Mel said. "It's just cooking. What could go wrong?"

[withoutverona]

Romeo had to think about that for a moment, perplexed.

"Nothing, I suppose, save some ruined food," he admitted. "I never have cooked, so the idea may scare me more than it should."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel picked up one of the egg shells and bounced it towards Romeo making "grr" and "argh" noises.

"Careful! It's coming to get you! Grr! Argh! It's scary!"

[withoutverona]

Romeo laughed and tossed a handful of flour at Mel. "I will fight it off with the ... magic.... sleeping .... dust."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel laughed. "Okay. That was lame."