Fourth floor common room, Sunday evening

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean was in the kitchen cooking up some hamburgers. He was making more than even he could eat because he knew how food around here seemed to conjure up people to eat it.

He'd brought his ghetto blaster out too and was singing along to Metallica as he cooked.

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Nah. He's kinda like a big overgrown puppy," Dean said. "All long limbs, and floppy hair."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah giggled at this, leaning on the counter, and grinned. "Sounds cute. I like cats, but puppies are fine too. Even human ones." She bounced on her toes, looking a tad like a puppy herself, with that ponytail.