3rd Floor Common Room - Late Saturday Morning

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

Chuck...didn't cook breakfast. Or couldn't, rather. He could make cereal, yes, and he was fairly sure toast was within his capabilities but anything involving a the stove or a microwave for an extended period of time was out of the question. The stove because he'd most likely catch whatever he was attempting to make on fire. The microwave because, ew, who the hell ate stuff that came out of a microwave? It was disgusting.

Oh, save for popcorn. And bagel bites.

He wasn't much in the mood for cereal this morning so he was sitting on the kitchen counter, peeling an orange (yes, he could do that without messing up) and watching the TV from afar, hoping he could push someone into cooking for him. He'd like pancakes, thank you. Preferably ones with chocolate chips in them.

[Common room is open, of course]

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[bitchprince]

After a while, Arthur grew tired of the grooming, and took up watching her instead. She had food, he was bored, it made sense in some kind of bizarre universe.

He was, at least, very regal about it, which would've pleased him even more had he been human.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

It was mildly disconcerting to have a lion watch her cook. But Joan tried to shrug it off.

"I wish there was a way you could communicate with me," she said.

[bitchprince]

The lion seemed to ponder that for a moment or so. His ears twitched backwards again. If that had any meaning at all, though, it was hopelessly muddled, as was the noise he tried and failed to make, which came out more as an aborted half-snarl than anything else.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

Joan finished scrambling the eggs and put them on a plate.

"Okay, I hope these don't make you sick," she said, putting the plate in front of him.

[bitchprince]

Arthur eyeballed her, but he really didn't feel like arguing. The food smelled a little weird, but edible, and the human part of his noggin registered it as such as well.

He was probably not too hygienic about actually eating it, though. That poor floor was going to have to be vacuumed.

[joan-notjane.livejournal.com]

And it was kind of gross, so Joan was just gonna pay attention to doing the dishes instead of watching.

[bitchprince]

It wasn't like it lasted more than a few seconds, anyway.

Arthur nearly ate the plate, too, but managed to restrain himself. He licked his lips and seemed to relax a little.