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fandomhighdorms2012-03-04 09:05 am
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Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning
It was Sunday morning, and after a week of largely handwavy moping about, Wesley woke up and felt like brunch was in order. And it seemed as though Fandom agreed with him, because by the time he was finished retrieving food he'd had delivered and preparing some himself, the end result was a quantity quite a bit larger than what he'd intended.
So -- brunch, then. There were caffeinated beverages, there was juice, there wasmoddable brunch-type food, and Wesley would just be sitting here and hoping that other people would show up because really, this was just ridiculous.
[[idk. i'm bored. open common room!]]
So -- brunch, then. There were caffeinated beverages, there was juice, there was
[[idk. i'm bored. open common room!]]

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"Man, I know we don't know each other," Jack said coming into the common room. "But I'm about to propose marriage to you."
Mmm. Nothing like carbs after a morning run.
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He eyed the largely empty common room and amended, "Er. Obviously."
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"Unless there's free food and bacon."
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Abnormal, Wes. Wasn't that hard to figure out.
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"Morning, everyone," Bruce said. "Who put this together?" It had to be asked. There was a chance that one of the... less skilled chefs in the dorms tried to do it, and that could end in food poisoning.
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Pause.
"Or, er, anyone else on her culinary level." But come on, Karla's cooking was the greatest threat to Fandom health and safety in years.
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"I trust that you actually know what you're doing in the kitchen?"
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Oh, what a shudder-inducing memory it was.
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Swiftly followed by the rest of him, once he verified that it was, yes, that second thing.
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Wesley looked up and grinned. "The latter," he assured Bobby. "Though I take it you've reached that conclusion yourself by now."
Kind of a risky assumption to make, considering that there was still food left. And it was Bobby.
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...Well, actually, yeah, that was fair.
"And you're sharing, right?" he checked. "I mean, that's usually what happens when there's food out, but..." one of these days, he was just gonna assume and then get yelled at 'cause that food wasn't for sharing. Or something.
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"Yes, yes, by all means, help yourself," Wesley invited him, grinning. "It'd just be cruel to prepare this quantity of food and bar others from enjoying any."
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Just as soon as he made a significant dent in this brunch layout. What? He had to do his part to make sure there were as few leftovers as possible!
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No, he didn't. Which was a good thing, since the last thing the world needed was an epileptic superhero.
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