Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

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There were smells and sounds coming from the fifth floor common room that would probably tempt most passers-by.
The sizzle and crackle of bacon and eggs, the bready smell of toasted English muffins, and... okay, it'd be really hard to smell or hear the orange juice just passing by.

Jennifer Walters was feeling good that morning. And she just wanted to share that feeling with others. Making breakfast seemed like a good way to do that.

And if the sounds of breakfast didn't bring people in, the fact she was playing Lady Gaga over a radio might help, she thought.

[ooc: So open!]

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Jack, out for a wander, found himself drawn up to the fifth floor, where despite that whatever it was that called itself music, there was an abundance of food calling him.

"Hey!" he said, smiling at the people hew knew. "Smells good."

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"It tastes even better," Jennifer said. "Help yourself, Jack."

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"Thanks!" he said, getting a modest portion. "This? Smells wonderful. And it tastes great, too," he said, nibbling on a bite.