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5th floor common room - noonish

No classes today meant that Jake had been sleeping in (not that this was a new concept). He'd woken up eventually, stomach grumbling and well... he needed food. Honestly, that wasn't a new concept either.

Instead of going to buy something in town however, he'd found some eggs and bacon and was making food. The television in the common room was on and tuned to the Formula 1 practice race because this time of the day, there was little interesting on. For him anyway.

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"Just don't let it go brown," Jake warned and he grabbed a spoon as he wasn't going to let his eggs get cold while he supervised.

"How else would you call it?"

"The eggs, you mean?" Bod asked, glancing at Jacob's. "Perhaps orange and white eggs? Those are the predominant colors."

"The butter," he corrected. "Not that brown eggs are a good thing."

He snickered at the suggestion. "I guess that'd work, but it doesn't sound as good. So what about scrambled? Or is that clear enough?"

"Scrambled is a little more definitive," Bod agreed, nodding. "I don't think I've ever seen scrambled eggs so they could look completely different and just have a name that doesn't fit."

"You could just beat up the eggs you've got and then you can see for yourself," Jacob suggested.

"Well, before I do that," Bod said, looking to Jacob, "which way is better? I've never made either so I'm trusting your judgment."

"It's all good, man," Jacob chuckled. "Maybe scrambled, it's a bit more work to make but it isn't exactly rocket science. I just was in the mood for sunny side up now."

Bod paused and then laughed, shaking his head before he added the eggs to his pan. "How did we just spend so long talking about eggs? I feel like we should have been talking about something more substantial."

"Hey, food is substantial," Jacob argued. "You might not think so, but I'm still growing." Scarily enough.

"Fine. How's my roommate been? Sleep well?"

"Your roommate's been quite well," Bod said, nodding. "I've been spending a lot of my time in this very common room. We've a lot of new people on the floor. How have you been?"

"Fine," he said, sliding the pepper and salt shakers towards Bod in case he wanted to add them. "Morgana's gone, so that's a bit weird and there's an annoying person from home around."

Both the salt and pepper got added to Bod's mix and he slanted Jacob another glance. "I'm sorry to hear about Morgana. And sorry to hear that you're being annoyed by someone who isn't me."

He'd meant that lightly, as a half joke to ease any tension.

"You didn't expect this person?"

"Yeah, me too," he stuffed his face before he bothered to reply.

"No, they're not exactly my friend and as it turns out, they're not even from my home. It's just annoying."

"What's this person's name?" Bod asked, curious. Jacob was his friend and Bod didn't think there'd be any harm in keeping an eye out for someone that annoyed him.

Silas would have called it something that wasn't his business but that hadn't stopped him before. It had, of course, gotten Silas hurt but Bod knew how to control himself now.

"Alice Cullen," he said, unable to hide the disgust in his voice. "We got some agreement to just stay out of each other's hair, but..." He shrugged, almost as if he was trying to shake off his annoyance.

"I'll see how it goes."

"If you need any help, feel free to ask me," Bod told him sincerely. "I'm certain you can take care of yourself but I wanted to make the offer anyway."

He started actually beating the eggs in his pan now, going for the scrambled look. "And I promise not to invite any Cullens to the room so they can sample my newly discovered talent of making eggs."

That was a joke.

Jacob snorted. "I don't think she goes for eggs anyway, so you'd have to pick another skill to impress her with. Besides, you can do better."

He was eyeing the eggs now, not having tried the whole beating them in the pan before.

"I can do better than eggs or do better than her?" Bod assumed the latter but there was no harm in clarifying just to make sure.

"Her," Jake paused. "Probably eggs too, but I'm not sure I wanna know."

Bod snickered and shook the pan a little, glancing down at his pretty scrambled eggs. "Really? You think so? Any ideas for me?"

Not that he was looking, per se, but Bod couldn't help the curiosity.

"I dunno," Jake tilted his head. "You might just be hopeless so getting on your knees and begging could the way to go."

"That sounds quite desperate," Bod said and made a face. "Wouldn't girls be a little...put off by that?"

"I guess," Jake sighed. "Girls can be complicated like that. Beg too much, they don't like it. Beg too little and it isn't right either."

He was just talking out of his ass now.

"And what would one beg for?" Bod inquired. "Or beg about, I should say."

"Hey," Jake held up a hand (and a fork) quickly. "I don't know what you want from your girls, yo."

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