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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[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Mind if I rummage around in there?" Alex asked, gesturing to the cabinets. If she was disturbing him, she'd gladly wait. No problem. And if she had to put up with some flirting, she wasn't about to object.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"Hmm...I don't know," Chuck said. "This whole orange peeling thing is kind of important."

[stylin-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Far be it for me to interrupt such an important task," Alex replied, smirking lightly.

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"I suppose I could pause such important matters such as thing if I have a good enough reason," Chuck said. "What do you need in this cabinet?"