Fourth Floor Common Room: Wednesday Morning

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Jamie woke up this morning feeling more hungry than usual. Almost ravenous.

And he wanted pancakes. And Pie. But he also didn't want to wait to go to down or go out for ingredients so he used what he had on hand.

Which is why a certain (and now almost empty) bag of flour was used that had a certain teacher's signature on it.

Not that Jamie cared of course, because now there were pancakes and pecan pie. Lots of them. And because he wanted to eat them as soon as they were made there were six Jamies eating the pie and pancakes as soon as they were ready.

With a disturbing lack of table manners.

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"Step up to the feed trough," Jamie called out. "We've got pie and pancakes. Take your pick!"

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"Pancakes," Priestly decided, yawning halfway through the word. "Definitely pancakes."

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"Pancakes it is!" Jamie replied. "And if you so wish you can have bananas or chocolate chip pancakes depending on mood."

[lovemykilt]

This was all far too complicated for Priestly at this hour of the morning. ". . . Banana?"

Right, people could probably do that, huh.

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"Coming up!" Jamie said manning the griddle and slicing a few bananas. "Have we met at all? Or should I just feed a complete stranger?"

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"Dude, I'm hungover. Stop askin' me the hard questions."

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"Well unfortunately for you in order to get the pancakes you have to actually answer a pop quiz," Jamie joked as he produced a stack of pancakes. "First question: What's your name?"

[lovemykilt]

Pop quiz? Awww maaaan -- oh, right. Joking. Ha.

Priestly stuck out his hand. "I'm Priestly. Nice ta meetcha."

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"Jamie Madrox," Jamie said shaking his hand. "Next Question: Syrup or whipped cream?"

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"You keep saying 'or'," Priestly observed. "I like the word 'and' better."

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Jamie smirked and pushed both to Priestly. "Knock yourself out. You're the guy who works at the diner, right?"

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"Yes." Priestly said, blank faced. "The only guy who works at the diner."

Priestly was being a little excessively snarky this morning. It might have something to do with having L'Internationale stuck in his head. . . .

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"Sorry. Do the gig on the radio, it's the only way I pick up on things," he explained.

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"S'okay." Priestly tilted his head back and proceeded to pour some syrup directly into his mouth. "You're in Sex Ed, aren't you? You look familiar."

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"Yep," Jamie said. "I'd be the one that Mr. Rogers shoots a lot of glares at."

He smirked. "It's because I'm his favorite student. Really."

He gestured at the bag of flour.

"Have I introduced my son?"

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Priestly looked at the bag of flour.

It took him a few moments.

"Dude," he said, faintly amused. "That is so wrong."

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"But so tasty," Jamie replied. with a smirk.

[lovemykilt]

"True." Priestly blinked, something occurring to him. "I have met you. You're the crazy guy singing about freeing the deserts!"

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"Thaaaat's right," Jamie said. "I was trying to start a shirtless revolution."

[lovemykilt]

The volume on L'Internationale in Priestly's head got turned up. "Funny. I can't see any frost bite scars. . . ."

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"I grew up in Kansas. That weather that day was just spring for me," Jamie smirked.

[lovemykilt]

". . . Half this school is from Kansas, isn't it." And the other half was from Japan by way of Britain or something.

He shook his head.

"So, any other revolutions on the horizon?"

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"Well if Mr. Rogers wouldn't kick my ass we could usurp class and show more interesting films," Jamie grinned.

[lovemykilt]

"You're not gonna revolutionize because you're afraid of getting your ass kicked?" That seemed wrong to Priestly.

He started whistling softly as he set the bottle of syrup to conquer the whipped cream. "This is the final struggle, Let us group together, and tomorrow, The Internationale, Will be the human race. . . ."

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"Mr. Rogers can do some serious ass kicking," Jamie replied. "I'd prefer to keep my coup attempts to those wh wouldn't be able to kill me."