http://justwantsquiet.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] justwantsquiet.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2011-02-13 10:19 am

Fifth Floor Common Room [Sunday morning]

After so many requests for pancakes from her own children yesterday morning, Sookie figured that might be a theme for the weekend. And when she woke up, and Henry wasn't gone, at least, she'd run out to get a few supplies before returning to the common room to see what she could put together. (Though, of course, Henry had insisted on coming with her once he realized she was Going to the Store and he might Get Stuff.)

It clearly just wasn't her own children she was worried about, here, Drake/di Glacia/Stackhouse appetites aside. Sookie had bought enough things to make breakfast for pretty much any kids (and parents) who showed up. She was setting to work on the pancakes, but in other pans she was busily scrambling eggs and frying up some bacon. She'd also made a point to buy orange and apple juice and milk both chocolate and white, because there was no way in hell she was letting more of those kids just drink coffee. She didn't care if it was for a weekend, it was just irresponsible.

[open common room! come have breakfast!]

[identity profile] liliceflakes.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Always wear oven mitts and don't play with it unless a adult says it's okay," Henry recited carefully. "But you're a adult and you could say it's okay...."

[identity profile] liliceflakes.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Henry immediately started making grabby hands at the plate. "Pleeeeeease!" he said, bouncing. "Please please, I'll be the best at taste-testin'!"

[identity profile] liliceflakes.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can do it!" Henry squealed, giggling as he reached for the plate...which Sookie finally placed before him.

[identity profile] liliceflakes.livejournal.com 2011-02-13 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Henry, while inherently being his father's son, had clearly had his mother's rules on manners drilled into him many times over his short life. He gave her a proud smile as he placed the napkin in his little lap, took a bite, and then waited before he was done chewing before saying, "These are the best pancakes, Mama!"