Fourth Floor Common Room [early afternoon]

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

It was rare that Aravis should bestir herself again before noon on weekends, after she'd taken care of Trenor, and today was no exception.

However, bad habits like sleeping in late didn't necessarily preclude a desire for breakfast-like foods, and gods help her, Aravis was learning how to cook.

Which was why the common room found her carefully making pancakes in the early afternoon, her hair down and out of its usual plaits, her jewelry and kohl absent, and her bodice loosely laced. Saturdays were meant for being lazy, and she intended to do just that. Though, of course, she would willingly share her pancakes, lumpy and misshapen (though otherwise good, thank you) though they were. She had tea, too, but given how strongly she made it, she suspected that would be rather less popular.

[omg come keep me awake. I've been up since ridiculous o'clock. Stupid teacher certification.]

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[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"I thought I smelled pancakes," Cal noted; that certainly was one benefit of having a room not too far removed from the common room and his stomach was very grateful for it. "Assuming, anyway, that those are pancakes to be shared."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"They are," Aravis said with a light smile. "If you don't have any particular preference as to the...aesthetic quality of those pancakes, of course."

[sp is gooooooood. it will make me feel better if I accidentally nap, anyway!]

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Hey, it all ends up the same," Cal remarked, oh so charmingly. "So long as they taste good, I'm not picky."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Aravis raised a brow at that, and replied, "You can be the judge of that. I'll admit I'm new to working in a kitchen."

Or, you know, at all.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

That did, admittedly, stop Cal for a moment, and his eyes flicked over the countertops and the kitchen as a whole in search for anything untoward or...special...going into these new attempts at cooking.

"At least you're working on the simple stuff first," he offered. They really did smell like she was getting them right, though, so he doubted he'd be able to suspend his hunger for much longer.

"I'm Cal, by the way," he added, realizing that he wasn't sure he knew this girl, and you should at least know the name of the person who was either feeding you or killing you through feeding you.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"It's a pleasure," she said, ducking her head slightly. Old habits dying hard and all that. "I'm Aravis. And yes, I have no desire to try my hand at anything more complicated than this, don't worry. Even this is rather more effort than I'm accustomed to putting forth just in order to get food."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"I tend to be from the school of simple and easy, myself," Cal commented, drifting over to the fridge to take a peek and see what might be inside to drink to compliment the pancakes. "Although, every so often, a mood will strike and the next thing you know, I'm setting cheese on fire."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack was rambling around, and...smelled food. Hrm. Pancakes! And look! Funny-looking coffee, possibly. Jack waved. "Hello!"

[ludicrous SP warning as will be pinging via phoneLJ, but mmm tea.]

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

Aravis eyed the boy, carefully spooning out some more batter in the hopes of crafting a pancake that actually looked like a pancake. "Hello."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"The pancakes smell good," he stated, reaching for the tea. It was...interesting. "This is good coffee." It wasn't.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"It's tea," she said flatly.

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack nearly snorted coffee tea out of his nose. "How's the pancakes? "

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Lumpy," she admitted. "But good, so far as I can tell."

[momslilassassin]

"Food?" Ben asked hopefully.

He was fourteen. It was pretty much the only thing he thought about.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Couple that with a few words to form a sentence, and I'll consider it," Aravis said lightly.

[momslilassassin]

"Oh please, person I haven't met yet but will hopefully feed me?" Ben tried, grinning.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

She smiled slightly and nodded. "They're a bit misshapen, but from what I understand, entirely edible."

[momslilassassin]

"I'll take them if they're only mostly edible," Ben teased, walking closer. "But that might be because I can't cook even a little. I'm Ben, by the way. Ben Skywalker."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Aravis," she said, ducking her head slightly. "Lady Aravis if you prefer, but I don't, so please don't call me that."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Is that tea?" Triela asked, sniffing hopefully as she walked into the common room.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"It is. It's a touch stronger than what most around here drink, though," she warned.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Real tea, then?" Triela asked with a grin as she got closer.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"From my home," she said, raising a brow. "I've only met one person here who can drink it without adding anything, though."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Do you mind?" Triela quirked an eyebrow as she got out a cup and gestured at the tea.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"By all means," Aravis said, actually smiling slightly. "There's milk and honey, if you'd wish to sweeten it."