Fifth Floor Common Room [Sunday morning]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

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!]

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[longislandiceme]

"I, er, thanks?" Bobby had got that voicemail, yes, so he was a little less shocked than he should be, although that still left plenty of shock to go around because what the hell? "Very smart of you."

[liliceflakes.livejournal.com]

"You and Mommy both have that same look," Bobina said cheerfully, grabbing for his hand to swing it. She was very careful, of course. When one had iron hands, one had to be very gentle.

[longislandiceme]

"What look?" That 'oh my god I am never making another joke again' look?

[liliceflakes.livejournal.com]

"The one like you have a bellyache, kinda," Bobina said. "But in your face."

People called that 'boggled,' Bobina.