4th Floor Common Room [Friday Late Morning]

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Angela wasn't a big chef. Or one at all, actually. But she had a sudden craving for some sort of brunch this morning, so she was in the common room making pancakes.

Okay they were microwave pancakes, but they were pancakes none the less. They still tasted good, and smelt even better, and that was good enough for her.

[[ooc: It's a common room, do I really have to say it's open?]]

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"I was trying to put a positive spin on the whole thing," Angela said, setting the microwave going.

She leaned back agains the counter to wait. "At least you know you look cute normally. Something to keep in mind."

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Cal gave Angela a little eye-rolly look that showed that he wasn't buying it, but it contested with the satisfied little curl in the corner of his lips and the bit of pink across his cheek. He snorted again, though, to help fight those signs. "Yeah, thanks," he muttered, failing to do his best at sounding like he didn't totally dig that she'd said that.

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Angela beamed at him. She was always appreciative of hotness, and when she got a happy reactions out of reminding nice people like Cal about it, all the better.

"And you obviously recovered perfectly," she pointed out. "Could be a lot worse."

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"Have you done the turning-into-an-animal thing yet?" Cal asked, more than eager to move away from a topic that didn't involve him and apparent cuteness. Out loud, anyway, because it would certain stick with him in his head.

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Angela shook her head, going to collect his, now nicely hot, pancakes.

"And I'm going to hope for the moment that I never do," she said. "I've done being a guy for a day, and that was quite weird enough for me."

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Oh, how Cal wished he could comment on that one.

Actually, no, he was pretty glad that he didn't have to comment, when he got right down to it. He gave Angela a faint smile. "It's not so bad; just make sure to bite or scratch anyone who whips out a camera or you'll regret it."

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"I'll bear that in mind, she promised as she handed over the plate. "All yours."

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"Thanks!" Cal and his stomach were intensely grateful to take the plate from Angela. "We got syrup, too?"

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Angela held up a finger, and turned to grab it from the table.

"We definitely do," she confirmed, offering him that too. "Enjoy."