second floor common room | early evening | friday | november 13

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

With it still looking a little too rainy to properly enjoy the roof, Alex took himself down to the common room in an attempt to find something to do with himself. After a few moment's thought, he'd wandered over to the small kitchen area and started scrounging for the things he needed to make grilled cheese sandwiches with. After mentioning it the other day, he'd found himself with a craving.

He took time out to flick the television on, finding something mindless to give him some background noise while cooked. Of course, it'd been a few months since he'd made a grilled cheese sandwich for himself so he figured he was going to burn at least one sandwich or set something on fire. He hoped for the former but wouldn't mind the latter. It'd be funny, at least.

[cr's open like cr's tend to be!]

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[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"Ah good, someone's cooking," Griff said, joining his roommate. "Thought I might have to provide for myself."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Would I leave you high and dry like that, Griff?" Alex asked, not missing a beat and dropping a plate of bread into Griff's hands. "That mean you want one?"

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

Griff made a face at the bread. "A cooked one, yes. How good are you at this?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Very good," he said honestly. He wasn't surprised people didn't think he could cook things but kids learned when they were left alone. "Used to make them all the time back home when my mom couldn't cook for whatever reason. They're easy."

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"A skill I lack," Griff replied. Not to say his mom and Alejandra hadn't tried, he'd just not taken to the task beyond boiling water. "Since being on my own I mostly ate out," he admitted.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I did a lot of that too," he said and smirked. Ah, youth spent living off pizza. "You got any preferences for yours? No butter? Butter? Two slices? Something else?"

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"Double cheese sounds right," Griff decided, spinning the plate of bread on his open hand. "You know all the variations there."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Double cheese it is," he said, taking two of those pieces of bread and dropping them in front of him so he could apply the cheese. "See, Griff, what would you do without me? Starve, I think."

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

"Also known as popping down to town for dinner," he said, watching Alex at work. "Planning to cook for the floor tonight?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Hell no," Alex said, making a face and tossing Griff's sandwich on the skillet. "Get the right person in here, I might consider it like I did you but otherwise, they can find cereal or some shit."

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

It was wrong that Griff would possibly enjoy watching Alex tell someone to go get some cereal or some shit and he smiled a little at the thought. "So, list off the right people."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex paused in his prep and gave Griff a sidelong look. "You actually want me to list the people I'd cook a grilled cheese for?"

[youcantfollow.livejournal.com]

Griff nodded, picking up a spatula to drum against the counter. "Yep."

[icecoldfrost]

It wasn't her floor, but Emma could smell food. And sense one of her favorite people in the vicinity. Therefore, it was clearly a double-win. She could con someone in to feeding her, and get amusement at the same time.

"Hey," she said, coming in to flop on a couch and watch the proceedings. "Any special occasion, or are we just so bored that cooking is appealing?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Well, you're here now," he said, all charm as he turned to shoot her a grin, "so that makes it special, right?"

[icecoldfrost]

She really shouldn't be surprised by Alex anymore, but he still startled a laugh out of her. "Of course it does," she agreed between giggles. "Are you saying you knew I was coming?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I've got a sixth sense for sexiness," he said, making it sound cheesy on purpose. Tonight was all about cheese, it seemed. "Yeah, I knew you were coming. Here to brighten my night, Emma?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Always, darling," she promised with a wink. If he wanted to play with cheesiness, Emma was happy to oblige.

"I can't think of a better way to spend a Friday night than illuminating your evening."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He snickered and turned back to his cooking, checking to make sure he hadn't burned anything. "That mean you're having a good week since you're willing to be my sunshine?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Classes were acceptable, mostly, even if ethics was a bit preachy," Emma admitted. "But by-and-large, yes, I'm having a good week, although I'd probably be your sunshine regardless."

"It would be a better week if I got the chance sample your cooking." She shoved off the couch to go hover just over his shoulder, standing on tiptoe to supervise. "How do you do that without setting things on fire?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Magic," he teased, grinning at her over his shoulder again. He pressed the spatula against one sandwich, flattening it further. "Trying to flatter me so I share? You'll have to do a little more than that."

Not really but she liked being amused by him and he liked the same from her.

[icecoldfrost]

"If it was magic, I'd learn how to quit burning things in cooking class easier," Emma sulked. Still, she was happy to give a little more by moving to settle a hand on the small of his back lightly while she watched, so long as she wasn't in the way. Not all flattery had to be verbal, after all.

"You'll have to clarify what sort of 'more' you'd want me to do. I doubt you want me to help make them."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Maybe it's special Alex magic," he said and smirked, turning back to his cooking and not moving away from her hand. It was a nice, comfortable presence there.

Not that he'd admit that.

"And I dunno, I think I might like to see you cook," he said. "Get you an apron that says 'kiss the cook' and even I'd listen. Of course, I wouldn't stop with kissing so, yeah, you'd probably burn stuff."

[icecoldfrost]

"And would I be wearing anything besides that apron?" she asked, rolling her eyes since she already had a pretty good idea of what his answer would be.

And she wouldn't mention this being nice if he wouldn't. Emma was considerate like that.

"You could always ask Chef Collette about what happened to my muffins last week. While I'm sure it was entertaining to most people who weren't me, I probably annoy that poor woman to no end. I can't manage anything more difficult than a pop tart."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Just because she knew the answer didn't mean he was going to say it. "You wouldn't be wearing anything else besides the apron. Naked cooking is a hobby."

That he'd just given himself.

"And there is nothing wrong with Pop Tarts," he added. "I lived off those when I was a kid. I'd eat your Pop Tarts and muffins, Emma."