Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie didn't do all that well with sleeping in on most days. So, it wasn't too unusual to see her out and about before strictly speaking necessary, and today was no real exception. She still had a while to go before Sex Ed, so she'd wandered on down to the common room for breakfast.

The radio was playing some mellow sixties pop, and there was a printed out recipe on the counter. Yup, Natalie was making pancakes. For all of her mildness, she got cravings too, sometimes. There was enough to share, even if she wasn't exactly intending to cook for the whole floor. She just knew there were other early risers other than her who might be around.

And yes, there was maple syrup to go with the pancakes. Kindly shut up about cultural stereotypes.

[ooc: Open! Entertain me while I analyse instances of people saying /tyyti/ and /tuuti/ over and over again.]

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[unburnt-queen.livejournal.com]

It was a little early for Dany's taste, but she'd had trouble sleeping today in particular. An early jaunt on her silver around the island would settle her mind, and so she'd gone out to greet the dawn with the dragons in tow. And when she was coming back in from her quick ride around the island, the dragons padding quietly after, it was impossible not to gravitate towards the scent of something that smelled that good.

"Have you been kind enough to make breakfast?" she asked, peeking in the common room with a small smile.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie glanced back briefly at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, then flipped the latest pancake over on the skillet.

"Probably enough for a few people," she replied, idly. "You're welcome to some."

[unburnt-queen.livejournal.com]

Drogon eagerly darted into the room, seeking out the source of the unfamiliar smell. Dany watched him carefully, lest he frighten the poor girl. "I wouldn't want to impose," she offered lightly, pulling her cloak off and shaking out her hair. "Though I understand the sudden urge to make enough food for a small army, I lack the skill to execute such a feat."

[whenshewasnice]

"It's not imposing when it's the common room," Natalie replied evenly. She turned her head for nother glance and ––

Hold on. Eyebrow raise. "... Is that a dragon?"

She didn't seem particularly frightened.

[unburnt-queen.livejournal.com]

"Three of them.," Dany replied mildly, smiling a little and moving so Rhaegal and Viserion were a little more visible than they'd been, behind her. "He's just the nosiest. Sorry about that."

[whenshewasnice]

"We have a cat, I'm used to it," Natalie replied in that so favoured tone of hers that amde it hard to know what she was thinking.

Of course, she usually referred to Mr. Moxey as just being Tara's even though she'd grown pretty damn fond of him after the disappearing multiverse fiasco, so there might have been something there. But nothing for the other girl to catch.

She eyed the dragons with some mild curiosity. "Are they going to grow up huge, or is this it?"

[unburnt-queen.livejournal.com]

"Large enough to ride, and probably bigger than that," Dany answered, watching Drogon flick his tongue out at Natalie from a few feet away. "They're not quite a year old, just yet." She paused, and added, "Sometimes I think I'd rather a cat, honestly."

[whenshewasnice]

"More dorm appropriate, at least," Natalie remarked, turning to salvage the pancake before it burned, even if the dragons were fascinating. "Less likely to grow up to fill your room. Of couse this being Fandom..."

A room sized cat was probably possible too.

[unburnt-queen.livejournal.com]

"There's no real likelihood of anything over anything else," Dany finished helpfully with a small smile. "I'd watch your cat, now. You might've jinxed him."

[lockestheway]

"I didn't realize you lived on the second floor."

Please pardon Peter. He was a little slow this morning.

[unburnt-queen.livejournal.com]

"I don't. I was out for a ride this morning," she offered, raising a brow. "You look...unwell." So much for delicacy.

[lockestheway]

"I didn't get much sleep last night," Peter said, waving that away. "It'll work itself out."

[unburnt-queen.livejournal.com]

"Good sleeplessness or bad?" she asked, unable to keep a note of concern out of her voice. She had quite a lot of experience with both -- though the latter had definitely been more prevalent than the former, recently.

[lockestheway]

"Just me staying up all night studying. Don't worry about it," Peter said.

Though he was almost kind of touched that she did. People didn't generally care, with him.

[unburnt-queen.livejournal.com]

"Was it worth it?" she wondered, lifting a brow and looking a bit more at ease.

[lockestheway]

"Definitely," Peter said, nodding his head. "I think I'm going to get some pretty high marks."

[lockestheway]

Was that Peter, looking like he hadn't slept in over two days? Why, yes, it was. Besides being incredibly tired, he was also incredibly hungry, and so it was the smell coming from one floor down that eventually drew him away from the third floor.

He couldn't obsessively monitor all of his incoming comments forever.

"You're cooking," he said.

Astute.

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie gave him a glance over her shoulder that said as much. "Yeah." Another glance and she added, "You look tired."

As long as they were naming facts.

[lockestheway]

"I spent all night studying for an online test," Peter said. He didn't sound terribly convinced of it all, but that was probably the tiredness speaking.

He shuffled in further. "Can I have some of those when they're done?"

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie shrugged a shoulder, flipping a pancake over. "There's already some ready," she said, nodding at the plate she'd been stacking them on as they were done. "Help yourself."

[lockestheway]

Peter's head turned slowly towards the stack. "Ah," he said. "Well, now I look stupid."

He grabbed a plate and dumped some of the pancakes on it. "Why the sudden attraction to cooking?"

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie raised an eyebrow at him. "Is one instance of pancakes in the morning an 'attraction to cooking'?" she asked. "There's maple syrup too."

[lockestheway]

"How very Canadian of you."

It didn't stop Peter from dumping loads of it on his pancakes. "But not bad as far as stereotypes go."

[whenshewasnice]

"I like it for the taste, not for my nationality," Natalie informed him dryly, as another quarter cupful of batter found its way onto the skillet with a sizzle. "But good to know that stereotype hasn't died out even in your times."

[lockestheway]

"You know what they say about stereotypes. They live on long after the source has died," Peter said, walking back towards the couch with his hard-won food. "How've you been?"