Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[peace_n_war]

It was morning, and morning meant breakfast! And there weren't enough adults around to feed them, and Warren needed food. So he was gonna make some, 'cause he liked cooking anyhow! Anemone and him were going to make pancakes, and cereal, and scrambled eggs, and... Well. Mostly pancakes.

With mouse ears on them!

And on the counter. And on the fridge door. And on the floor...

"It's supposed to go in the pan, you know."

[Common room open! Breakfast on the way!]

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[death-of-hope.livejournal.com]

"I don't feel that I need to explain my art to you, Warren," Anemone replied cheerily as she used the chocolate sauce they'd found in a cupboard to outline another shape on countertop. "I'm practicing."

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Warren watched for a moment, his eyebrows raised a little as he worked through ways to fob off cleaning the mess onto maybe the next person who entered the common room.

"They'd prolly taste better if you practised with them in the pan, though."

He could probably cook them on the countertop like that, but then there would be messy scorch marks and he'd get in trouble or something.

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Anemone considered this for a moment before nodding. "Okay!" she answered, dragging her stool closer to the stove. "But you have to take the pan off, I'm not allowed to touch things on the stove." The perils of being six.

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Being seven, clearly this gave Warren the role of seniority, here. He gave her a nod, and then stood on his toes to pull the pan off the stovetop, shuffling it over the countertop for her.

"It's too high up there anyway. We can cook the pancakes on the floor!"

Well, they could! They didn't need a stupid oven anyway. Ovens were dumb when you could light yourself on fire without them.

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Well, he was the bigger kid, so Anemone was perfectly happy to let him make these decisions. It just meant he'd be the one in trouble if they got caught.

Even wee, Anemone was kinda-sneaky.

"Way too high!" Anemone waved the chocolate sauce enthusiastically. "What shapes should we make?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean had been on his way to his brother's room but stopped in to see if there maybe was some food he could scrounge.

He stared at the mess for a minute and then told the other kids, "You're doing it all wrong!"

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"A laser gun," Warren announced after a moment of thought. "And a robot!"

Oh, no, he didn't take after his daddy at all.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

A small blond girl walked into the common room wide-eyed. She was dragging a fuzzy pink teddy bear behind her.

"I'm hungry," she complained.

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"Nuhuhhh," Warren protested, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning. "We have it all mixed up and everything, we just have to cook it!"

Using the counter. And the fridge door. And the floor. As you do.

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"I don't have to explain my art to you!" Anemone announced, licking batter off her fingers. "Or my pancakes."

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"We're cooking," Warren noted, "kinda!"

They were totally kinda cooking. Mostly, it involved squeezing chocolate syrup on things.

"The cereal's ready, though. But it was boring to make."

Because it didn't involve actual cooking. Stupid cereal.

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"I know how to make a robot!" Very carefully, Anemone started trying to outline a robot in the pan with the chocolate. That way, she'd know where to put the batter. "Think we can put lasers ON the robot?"

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"You do know you have to use the stove to cook, right?" Dean asked.

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Is it fun?" she asked hesitantly, leaning forward (but being careful to keep her bear close so as not to get chocolate syrup on it).

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"A laser robot?"

This required a moment of thought.

"Cool! You should do it! And then we can make a little building, and the laser robot can be stepping on it and blowing it up!"

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"Then find food!" Anemone replied cheerfully. "We gots cereal an' pancake stuffs, but the pancakes aren't ready yet."

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"That's not pancakes," Dean pointed out. "That's glop. Pancakes are, y'know, cakey."

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"No we dooooon't," Warren replied. And it was possibly almost a whine. A little. "Stoves are for adults to use anyway." Sesame Street had told him so. "Unless you're an adult."

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Cereal?" Triela asked. Then, hesitantly, she added, "I like cereal."

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"Yep! Anemone has chocolate syrup, and we're gonna make a laser robot pancake! Which is awesome." On the off chance that she couldn't tell that it was awesome on her own, of course.

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"You guys are making a mess!" Peyton said, rescuing an apple to keep her tummy occupied. "You're gonna be in big trouble!"

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Really?" She looked up at him with big eyes. "Can I help?"

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"Well, we're gonna clean it," Warren stated flatly. And then, for good measure, he added a, "Duh."

Which was, in turn, accentuated by a gooey handful of pancake batter being waved toward the kid with the apple. Because, even wee, Warren was a bit of a bully when he wanted to be.

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Anemone gave him a withering look that had sent her doctors fleeing for years. "This makes pancakes," she informed him seriously. "The box says so."

She wasn't very good at reading all the words on the box, but Warren had helped.

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"Yep!" Warren reached for a bowl and a carton of eggs. "We need to break these into the bowl for the batter, 'cause that's how pancakes are made. You wanna do that?"