Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

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Sov wasn't very good at cooking. They also didn't take much of an interest in it usually. But in an attempt to cure that feeling of homesickness that sometimes showed up they were attempting to cook a winter vegetable soup. Note the use of attempting. Sov hadn't actually cooked this themselves before or paid much attention to how it was being prepared when they had been assigned to kitchen duty. They remembered chopping vegetables though, so now they had a pot ful of chopped vegetables, some water and very little else. The vegetables were rather overcooked, but the taste left a lot to be desired. Sov frowned, putting the spoon down after tasting. Some spices perhaps?

[A very open common room]