Third floor common room - Thursday evening - 6/5

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Today warranted soup.

It wasn't really the weather that had him making the soup. It wasn't even a desperate desire for something that was in the soup. He just wanted soup today, something warm and tasty and in a big enough quantity that perhaps someone else might be tempted to come by and take some. He wanted to feed someone as much as he'd wanted to cook and there was a sizable portion left.

Liir, for his part, was still working on his broom research for Ino and so was enjoying his portion on the couch in the common room with a couple of the books open around him as he scribbled things into his notebook. The books might look a little odd to anyone who'd walk in, the text blurred and hazy, but he didn't seem to be having any trouble with them.

[ooc: open as common rooms are!]

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[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

On his way back to his room from work, something...awfully familiar caught Cal's attention to the point where it warranted investigation.

"Is that...avgolemono I smell?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He looked up from his book and gave Cal a faint smile.

"Unless I made it wrong. But that's what the book called it, yes. You're welcome to some if you'd like, as there's plenty in the pot."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"To be honest," Cal said with a grin, "I wouldn't know if it was made right. When my grandmother made it, it usually turned out to be little more than some kind of lemon-smelling paste, and she swore left and right that it had something to do with the air in Detroit. This...looks a bit less like something we could caulk the walls with, so, yeah, I might take you up on that."

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"Are we both dirty usurpers this time?" Alice said, eyes dancing with mischief. "This isn't my common room, any more than it was my campfire."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal's eyes widened with amused revelation. "We are! It isn't mine, either, I just got distracted on the way upstairs."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Aravis was bored and wandering, and found herself in the common room a floor below hers due to an invitingly warm and lemony sort of smell.

"What are you making?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He pointed to the pot with what he hoped was a friendly smile.

"It's soup," he said. "Avgolemono, to be exact."

He'll never stop being happy that he'd made it for his cooking class, since Miss Lulu had shown him just how incorrectly he'd mentally been pronouncing it. While he wasn't adverse to showing himself for a fool since it was going to happen anyway given half a chance, cooking was an area he enjoyed and he'd rather not be shown a fool there.

"I can tell you what's in it if you're concerned over an allergy, but you're welcome to some if you'd like."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"I don't know that I'm allergic to anything," Aravis replied with a faint smile, going over to peer at the pot. "Did you just decide to cook for everyone? For no reason?"

[ella-obeys.livejournal.com]

Ella gave a curious glance to the dark-haired girl, whose garb reminded Ella of the finest from home.

"You're in my class with Mr. Bond, aren't you?" she ventured. "I'm Ella."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Aravis," she said, nodding and ducking her head out of habit. "And yes, I'm the assistant for some reason." She knew the reason.

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice dropped a curtsy to the dark-haired girl she didn't recognize. "Please don't mind me, I'm just here to steal some of your soup."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"It's not mine," Aravis said, almost laughing. "I don't cook."

[ella-obeys.livejournal.com]

Souuuup.

Soup was good and reminded Ella of home, so she followed her nose into the common room to claim some, smiling at Liir as she entered. "So, no ducks this time?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shook his head with a brief laugh.

"No, no ducks. Not even chickens. I made the stock a different day."

Liir tipped his chin towards the pot, inviting her to take some if she'd like.

[ella-obeys.livejournal.com]

"I like duck, but I'm not sure I would like those ducks," Ella said, easily dipping out a bowl. "Thank you. How have you been?"

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice smiled and dropped a quick curtsy to Ella. "Hello again," she said. "Have you come for the soup as well?"

[ella-obeys.livejournal.com]

"I did, and it's good," Ella told her, waving a spoon. "How have you been, Alice?"

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

Alice stopped in, hesitating before dropping a curtsy to the boy she didn't recognize.

"Good evening. Is the soup for anyone, or is this a private sort of gathering?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Anyone who'd like some is welcome to," he invited her with a sweep of one hand. "There's plenty in the pot."

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"It smells delightful," she admitted. "I've no idea what the proper etiquette for these common rooms are. It seems that people come and go with some level of familiarity. Perhaps the future stands on less formality. Perhaps it's simply that they all know one another. I thank you, I should like some soup."

Alice's mind, as always, was wandering in looping circles.

[always-damp.livejournal.com]

Toby wandered down the hall and into the common room, shirtless as ever. His hair was damp with gel after his shower. God, he so loved public showers.

"Hey," he greeted the room with a smile.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir smiled back, though his was considerably more subdued.

"Hello. There's soup if you'd like."

[always-damp.livejournal.com]

"Maybe later," Toby replied, looking around the room. "So, this space is for everyone?" He wondered if he and Kevin could sleep here so as not to bother Lion-o.

[notyourpawn.livejournal.com]

"Good evening," Alice said, dropping a curtsy to Toby. "I apologize for leaving abruptly during our last conversation."

Where he had told her about their pyromaniac cabinmate, and she had fled. That had been a bit improper, really.

[always-damp.livejournal.com]

Toby stared at her for a minute.

Okay, maybe longer.

"Have we met?"

What? There were a lot of people in Fandom. And he hadn't even slept with her. Right?