Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

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Jennifer wasn't totally aware of the wacky events of the day, thanks to having spent most of the day in her room re-reading one of her favorite books.

But now, she was out in the common room making pancakes. Pancakes with chocolate chips. The TV was tuned to another Mythbusters marathon, which managed to entertain Jen without distracting her from the pancake making so they didn't end up burnt.

She'd happily make extra pancakes if anyone stopped in to hang out with her.

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More food? Jack's waistline would soon be expanding at an alarming rate if his metabolism ever slowed down in the slightest.

"Hey," he said with a wave. "Hope I'm not too late if you're still cooking."

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"I can definitely spare a pancake or two," Jennifer said. "How many are you wanting?"

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"As many as you feel like making?" he responded with a grin. "As long as you're you this weekend, and didn't wake up thinking you were someone else. If that's true, I'll just take one, and see how it is."

Some people could not cook. Jack would never try any more British food.

"You are you, right?"

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"Who else would I be?" Jennifer said. "And you better give me a number, or else you're getting, like, twenty pancakes."

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"Okay, fine, I'll limit it to only fifteen pancakes." He may or may not be joking.

"And not everyone is everyone. People are different today, and I don't like it."