4th Floor Common Room [Tuesday afternoon]

[make-the-shot.livejournal.com]

Proto had an actual cookbook out. He was staring at it dubiously, and with a mild expression of confusion, but he had it out, dang it! Of course he didn't recognize a number of ingredients listed on the page he had open, and he wasn't entirely clear on how one properly 'sautéed' things, but he was going to try.

Though... any help would probably be appreciated.

[Open and all that stuff.]

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[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Alexander figured something to eat might be a good idea before heading to his club that involved climbing all over things, and so he was striding into the common room with exactly that intent. Seeing the boy with the book and the uncertain expression on his face, though, he tilted his head and asked, "Facing a bit of a dilemma, if I may ask?"

[make-the-shot.livejournal.com]

"These instructions are nonsensical," Proto complained, picking up the book and waving it in frustration.

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

Despite himself, Alexander had to chuckle good-naturedly at the response. "What in particular are you having trouble with?" he wondered, tilting his head for a better look at the book. "And have you cooked much before?"

[make-the-shot.livejournal.com]

"Well, first of all, what does 'sautee' mean? I've cooked a lot, and it doesn't make any sense!"

Of course Proto's 'cooking' mostly involved campfires and field rations.

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

"Ah, Alexander!" William waved from where he was letting the onions soak a bit before cutting them. "It's been a while." By which he meant "a whole day", but it's not as if they'd actually conversed yesterday, so perhaps the statement still held true.

[daventryprince.livejournal.com]

"William! It has!" Alexander met William's wave with a smile, so, clearly, it completely held true. "How has life been treating you? Good, I hope? Your weekend wasn't too trying, was it?"

Considering he was only soaking the onions at the moment and not diving right into merciless slicing, he felt it was a fair assumption.

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

It wasn't like it was unusual for Dolf to go poking around the various common rooms. Certain friends of his would have actually called it typical.

He poked his head into the room accordingly. "Hi," he said, easily, and slipped into the room properly. "What are you doing?"

Guy, book, food. It deserved clarification.

[make-the-shot.livejournal.com]

"Attempting to follow a recipe," Proto scowled. It apparently wasn't going all that well.

[swordsandsoccer.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't look like a recipe yet," said Dolf, because unsolicited opinions were his thing. He walked closer, peering over at the book.

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

William was probably going to be of no help whatsoever when it came to cooking anything. But that wasn't going to stop him from wandering in to the common room, nose buried in a French textbook.

"Ah, good afternoon," he greeted when he spotted others in the room.

[make-the-shot.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Proto waved back distractedly. He took a moment to glance at the book, but upon confirming that it wasn't a cook book (which might make the newcomer an expert in the field), he turned back to his own task.

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

"Are you having some trouble?" William felt compelled to ask. He wasn't sure what assistance he could provide, were that the case, but it seemed only polite to ask.

[gorka-wolf.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Makita answered, giving the other kid a wave. "How do you do that?"

If she tried to read and walk at the same time, Makita would either end up lost, or covered in bruises from walking into things.

[faithandscience.livejournal.com]

"Do what?" William asked, and then realised what she must have been talking about, since he wasn't doing anything else at the moment. "It's a matter of spatial awareness," William admitted. "The hallways, of course, have little in the ways of obstacles. The common rooms, while not identical in every detail, do all share a similar layout, so unless someone has taken it upon themselves to redecorate, I can be fairly certain of where each piece of furniture is located and, thus, avoid it."

Well. She'd asked.

[gorka-wolf.livejournal.com]

Makita had a radar for people cooking, because she hoped they would feed her. She also had a radar for anything Proto-related, and the two working in concert drew her out of her room.

"Are you actually trying to cook?" she asked, peering over his shoulder as she munched on a cold Pop-Tart. "Why?"

[make-the-shot.livejournal.com]

Proto flushed a bit. "What if I am?" he demanded with a little grin. He didn't answer that second question.

[gorka-wolf.livejournal.com]

"But whhhhhy?" she pressed, kicking his ankle. "Don't tell me you're sick of the cafeteria offerings?"

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

Katniss was never one to turn down food, regardless of who was making it and the skill level involved. "Are you sharing?"

[make-the-shot.livejournal.com]

"I'm totally willing to if I can figure out how to actually cook it," Proto announced with a wry sort of grin.

[thegirl-onfire.livejournal.com]

"...that does pose a problem," Katniss mused, frowning. "What is it you're trying to make? I might be able to help."

Not really. She was sort of a terrible cook herself.

[ashockingbitch]

This wasn't Jenny's floor, but that didn't stop her from coming in search of food to mooch. "How's it going?" she asked hopefully.

[make-the-shot.livejournal.com]

"It is being slowly driven home that I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing," Proto answered with a self-deprecating shrug.

[ashockingbitch]

Oh, bugger. "Better than I would manage, I would think," Jenny said, trying to be encouraging.

[gorka-wolf.livejournal.com]

Maki waved at her roommate. "There were things with wings at work yesterday," she informed Jenny. "They sparkled and bit me, so I squashed them."

"They weren't customers, right?"

[ashockingbitch]

"Well, if they were, they certainly weren't going to buy anything after you squashed them," Jenny said. At least she wasn't giving things away like Ariel, she supposed.