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4th Floor Common Room [Wednesday, Afternoon]

On entering the common room today, people would get to to see a rare sight. Angela was in a kitchen. Making food, no less.

Well, making milkshake, to be more specific. Mostly because it was easy. Blender, ice cream, milk, banana, chocolate powder... possibly a splash of something alcoholic, but she's not telling. What? It fills the free time and stops her from getting bored or thinking about the number of people leaving. Can't go wrong with that!

This is about as close to culinary as she gets. Be appropriately impressed.

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Hannibal wasn't impressed. He was more amused. And just going to watch from the door way.

Be impressed that he was awake and awake enough to focus and be amused. That was an accomplishment.

Sneaky in his amusement, very sneaky. It took a minute or two for her to notice he was even there, busy as she was. Humming and dumping things into a blender took concentration.

Eventually, though, Angela shot a glance over her shoulder. "Laugh, and you don't get any," she told him.

"I'm not laughing." He was just smiling. "I'm just observing and wondering how much of a mess you're going to make."

"There is going to be no mess, thank you," she replied, smiling back at him. "There's a difference between being able to cook, and being able to keep milkshake in a blender."

She could totally do the second one.

"Don't jinx yourself," he said. "And I'm just going to stay back here in case you do make a mess. I'm wearing nice clothes."

He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, the smartass.

"You're wearing what you always wear," she countered, scooping more ice cream out.

She gave a little mock gasp and looked back at him. "Do you not trust me not to be a klutz?"

"I don't always wear this," he corrected. "Sometimes I don't wear clothes at all. And no, I don't trust you to be a klutz. That's a lot of stuff going into a blender. Bad things happen."

"Such a wimp," Angela said, shaking her head as she fiddled with the lid. "It's just milkshake, and I'm not stopping you from stripping if you really want to save your clothes."

"Unfortunately for you, I'm not stripping in the common room," he said but he did wander in and flop down on the couch, feet up. It'd provide a good shield from flying things. "Don't get anything in your eye. That hurts the worst."

Angela nodded, clipping the top down firmly. "Well, if it does end badly, I know who's going to be helping me get clean," she said, sending a grin his way. Always a bright side, see!

"Ooooh." Now he kind of wanted that thing to bust open and make a mess. He even took the chance of peering over the back of the couch to watch. "Good luck!"

She held up crossed fingers, took a careful step back, just in case, and leaned over to flick it on.

And would you look at that? It didn't explode! Well, not yet, anyway, and Angela gave a triumphant grin.

"I guess the next hope is that it's good," he said, keeping up with the peeking. "All that work for it to taste like socks would suck."

"Please, if there's one thing I can actually do in a kitchen, it's make tasty drink concoctions," Angela told him, venturing closer again to switch it off.

"What do you think girls do at sleepovers when they run out of hair to braid and nails to paint?" Or maybe that was just her sleepovers. Who knows.

"Gossip," he said easily, flopping back onto the couch. "Make out?"

"Sometimes," to the first question, "and not usually. As much as you might like to think it," Angela told him, smirking as she tried a bit of the milkshake from the edge off her finger.

"Really, girls don't like practice kissing with each other?" he asked. He was sure he'd seen that on a movie.

Angela shook her head, still looking amused. "We save that for spin the bottle," she said. "And there's usually boys around for that."

"Aww, spin the bottle," he said and sighed. "I remember those days. I always had such good luck with that game."

"Did you cheat?" She had to ask, grinning as she poured out a couple of glasses.

"No," he scoffed. "I didn't have to. The girls all wanted to kiss me and I was more than willing to be helpful in that respect. And there's no way to cheat at spin the bottle. Not without getting caught, at least."

"I think it depends how good you get at judging how hard to spin to get what you want," Angela decided.

"Not that I ever tried that," she felt the need to add as she made her way over.

"I wanted to kiss everyone," he said, shrugging as best he could when he was sprawled out. "So, it didn't really matter. I was a little player when I was young."

Angela snickered, and gestured for him to budge over and mimed pouring milkshake on him if he didn't. Look at her, all illustrative.

"Some of us are a little more selective."

"Some of us just like kissing," he said, shifting a little to prop his feet up on the table so she could sit down.

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