Third Floor Common Room; Tuesday Morning.

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It was not a rare occasion, by any means, for Chad to be seen with various creatures perched on his broad shoulders, especially in the form of his naked cat. They were just good perching shoulders, really. So he didn't think anything of the parrot that had found its way onto the one that Prince Oscar Pedro didn't already inhabit, although the cat was giving the bird a few dangerous looks behind Chad's head that Chad was completely ignorant of.

Of course, he didn't even notice the level of annoyance that the parrot could reach because one thing about being quiet is that it doesn't give the parrot anything to repeat. The only thing that had really transgressed so far was that they were going to make omelettes. Apparently, the bird really liked omelettes, which Chad thought was a little odd, but whenever he tried to ask them, what they wanted for breakfasts, did they want cereal? Did they want fruit? Did they want omelettes, the bird would just caw, "Want omelettes! Want omelettes!"

And so Chad was in the common room, making omelettes for his cat, his new bird, and himself. And anyone else who might want one.


[[ open, of course, and, as always, omelettes are completely moddable! also, yay having a Chad foodishness icon now XD ]]

[[ and it always said morning. wtf, brain? ]]