3rd Floor Common Room [Tuesday, Late Morning]

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Effy... was not generally a morning person, by any stretch of the imagination. Not unless she hadn't yet been to bed.

So it was mid-morning at least on a day she didn't have a workshop to think about, before she surfaced enough to pull on some clothes and bothered to find something to eat: toast. Well, toast and tea. A master chef in the making, this one.

The TV was on, for all she claimed she hated that sort of thing. She was watching for the mocking potential of their little dramas. That was all.

[[bored bored, and so open!]]

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Effy nodded. Did at least recognise the other girl, even if she wasn't absolutely certain on the name.

"Just figuring, if they have the downright weird, it's a pretty good guess they'll have everything else," she said. "Got a craving for it?"

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"I like making them," Tara explained. "They can be round, or funny shapes, and you get to put syrup on them."

Tara's fun threshhold was, maybe, a bit different from Effy's.

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Little bit, and Effy raised her eyebrows with a bit of a smile.

"I haven't tried." Toast was about her limit without a recipe, not that she'd admit it. "You're good at that sort of thing?"

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"Yeah," Tara said. "M-my mom's, um, not well? I have to help take care of my dad and my brother."

Tara's family was on the medieval side in terms of gender role division.

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Having to look after her family had unfortunately not turned Effy into any kind of culinary or domestic goddess. Still burnt toast and turned loads of washing pink.

She nodded some understanding. "I usually don't get artistic with it." So long as it was edible, it was alright.

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"Pancakes aren't artistic," Tara said, but not in an argumentative tone. "Th-they're comforting." She flipped over the first batch with some skill.

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"Are when you do the funny shapes," Effy said easily. "More than one side to them."

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"They're kind of like clouds," Tara said, and gestured to the pan. "Like, this one is sort of like a kangaroo carrying a basket of laundry."

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Effy cocked her head, peering at the pancake. "Interesting," she remarked thoughtfully. "I... can't really see it." Not an artistic soul, this one.

"Could be Britain if I squint." Sort of.

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Tara tilted her head and frowned. "The blobby part could even be Ireland if Ireland was attached."

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"Exactly." Got a bit of a smile out of her.

"Going back there at the end of the week," she said. "Maybe it's on the brain."

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"Going home for a visit?" The accent wasn't exactly hard to place. "Sounds fun."

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Effy nodded. "Got to check they haven't burnt the place down with me gone," she joked.

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"I'm p-pretty sure it's still there, but it's good to check," Tara grinned. "Did you have plans, or is it just a visit?"

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"No plans," Effy said, shrugging. "Just haven't been back in a while. Think they want a progress report, or something." She was hardly the talkative one on the phone, maybe they thought it would be better to get it in person.