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fandomhighdorms2008-12-15 02:41 am
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Monday morning, Common Room 2
Jack was up early with a hankering for sausage, maybe a steak. Something meaty, something hearty. Chili? Chili.
His room did not have a kitchen; luckily, the common room did.
If anyone were to venture in, they'd see the mullet-headed lad browning up some ground turkey, preparing the sauce and liquidy things, and trying to figure out the best type of heat to put in. So far, habaneros were winning.
There was also a pot of brown rice simmering and a pot of mixed vegetables simmering...he didn't know yet what to do with those, but they appeared incute little boxes with bows on them when he opened the cupboards, so he was taking what was offered.
[open! Chowtime!]
His room did not have a kitchen; luckily, the common room did.
If anyone were to venture in, they'd see the mullet-headed lad browning up some ground turkey, preparing the sauce and liquidy things, and trying to figure out the best type of heat to put in. So far, habaneros were winning.
There was also a pot of brown rice simmering and a pot of mixed vegetables simmering...he didn't know yet what to do with those, but they appeared in
[open! Chowtime!]
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