Fourth floor common room, Sunday late morning/early afternoon

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After being supremely lazy yesterday, Dean figured he probably should actually leave his room today so he had opted to do one of his 'cook brunch for all comers' deals in the common room.

Really, there was never a bad in these situations. Because if no one showed up, that just meant he had a lot of food to eat himself.

[ooc: open as common rooms are!]

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[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

The call of food was always a powerful one, even when there were stairs to climb and beds to get out of it to reach it. Chad, in his Neanderthal state before caffeine, followed the smell like the call of a beacon, shuffling into the fourth floor common room. He greeted Dean with a grunt, followed by a more questioning grunt regarding the food, and then another inquiring grunt with a gesture toward the coffee machine.

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Dean grinned. "Help yourself, dude." Hopefully he was just caffiene deprived and not actual zombie'ed.

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It was rather hard to tell in Chad's pre-coffee state. But he gave another grunt, lifting up his hand in a thumbs up, and then shuffled into the kitchenette further to pursue the much needed caffeine to start the day. As well as speech functions.

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Dean meanwhile dished up a Sammy sized plate of breakfast foods and set it on the counter for Chad. Much more nutritious than braains.

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Pouring some grounds into a filter and then some water into the machine, Chad let out a long, appreciative moan for the plate already put together for him. It smelled delicious, and the sound was meant to convey that as well as gratitude. As he pushed the button to get the coffee started, he went into the cupboard for mugs, gesturing at the abundance of them inside and grunting in question as to whether or not he should grab one for Dean.

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"Sure, thanks dude," Dean said. He'd had coffee before he ever left his room this morning -- buying a small brewer had been an excellent investment -- but he never said no to more.

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Knowing that the coffee always took longer when he was waiting for it, Chad turned his attention for the moment to the food. He made a conversational sort of grunt as he picked up the plate, shoveling in a forkful. One had to truly appreciate the culinary gifts scattered throughout the school and the thankfully often urge for people to utilize them.

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Dean watched and was glad he'd cooked a lot of food because that plate was disappearing with almost scary speed.

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And to think, Chad was (thankfully) no longer a growing boy.

Still, by the time he'd actually finished the plate, the coffee was ready, so he went and poured a mug for Dean first, handing it over, and then one for himself, half of which was soon gulped down with alacrity.

"Good food," he grunted, finally, gaining monosyllables.

[darkangelsawyer.livejournal.com]

Peyton was feeling a little better after getting most of a night's sleep. Which meant she was hungry and decided to follow her nose up to where the wonderful smells were coming from. Finding Dean there only made things better.

"Hey," she said with a smile. "Feeding the masses again, huh?"

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"Yeah," Dean replied, grinning at her. "I spent yesterday doing like less than nothing so figured I better make myself useful today to balance it all out."

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"I've spent the past few days - and nights - taking care of a wokling," Peyton said with an answering grin, "so I'm more than happy to be taken care of a little. Feed me?"

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Dean dished her up a plate of breakfasty foods. "Yeah, I heard about that assignment. And I'm really glad Anakin hadn't thought of baby teddy bears when I took the class."

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"Really?" Peyton said, digging in. "So, what, we're the special ones or something?"

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"I think he's refining as he goes," Dean said.

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"Well, than god I won't be there when he finds a way to actually make us pregnant and have our own kids," Peyton said drily.

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Dean snickered. "I wouldn't put it past him. Though he's actually in that situation right now himself so he might have some sympathy."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck had decided that the fourth floor was the only one that had fruit that was good enough for Sweetie. Don't ask him how he found that out. He just knew, okay? He had Sweetie on his shoulder when he walked in and went straight for the fridge.

He was doing his best to ignore the delicious smelling food (because he wasn't about to ask Dean for anything) while he was rifling through the fridge.

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Dean glanced over from where he was cooking, then glanced again. "Dude, did you know you have a monkey on your shoulder?"

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"I may spend most of my time inebriated by one thing or another but I'd like to think I can tell when there's a monkey on me," Chuck said. He shut the fridge door with a container of strawberries in his hand. He opened it up and held out a strawberry for Sweetie to take. "So to answer your question, yes, I know."

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Dean watched for a moment. "Student?" He paused. "Relative?"

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"Just a pet," Chuck said, not minding the relative comment. Sweetie was a lot smarter than people in this school.

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"Huh," Dean commented non-commitally. And because he wanted to be damned certain he had the moral high ground when it came to Chuck, offered, "Breakfast?"

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Chuck had to think about this for a moment or two. On the one hand, he was hungry and incapable of cooking for himself. On the other, he didn't like Dean much at all. He was going to blame the smell of the food for his eventual decision.

"I suppose if you're sharing," Chuck said. He sat the strawberries down on a nearby table, away from the other food, and Sweetie climbed down Chuck's arm so he could sit on the table and eat them.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean nodded towards the plates. "Help yourself." Because he wasn't going to dish it out for him.