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2nd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

As was his habit, Ulrik had risen fairly early, weekend or no. He'd gone to the common room in hopes that someone might already be there preparing breakfast... to no avail.

For what was definitely not the first time since arriving in Fandom, he really, sincerely wished that Caroline or even Baldur were here. They'd know how to go about preparing breakfast.

For now, he was just going to stand in the kitchenette with a mildly perturbed expression on his face, as if he could wish some biscuits into existence by sheer force of will.

It... wasn't working, so far, no.

[ooc: ... I thought I had to work today. Turns out no. SO, I POST.
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[identity profile] 3girls-1core.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Soon after Ulrik arrived, Sholeh sleepily entered the common room. She had stayed up very late last night, reading, and then gotten up at her normal time. Stupid body.

"Oh!" she said, catching sight of Ulrik. "I didn't know anyone was here! Good--" yawn "--morning?"

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Morning, certainly, Sholeh," Ulrik greeted her with a smile. "The 'good' depends on whether I can manage breakfast."

[identity profile] 3girls-1core.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Sholeh smiled at that. "You can't cook?" she asked, head tilted slightly. "Is it the newfangled stove? I'm not quite sure how to use it, either."

Rather, she was intimidated by it. What if she broke it? Though, honestly, a stove was a stove. The buttons might differ, but the concept remained the same.
Edited 2012-06-09 17:58 (UTC)

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not the stove," Ulrik admitted. "Well, not entirely. Cooking is just not a skill I've ever needed to possess."

Until now, apparently.
Edited 2012-06-09 18:03 (UTC)

[identity profile] 3girls-1core.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"We could work together?" Sholeh offered. "I'm not the cook my sister Zhahar is, but I can make eggs."

Who couldn't make eggs?

"If you help me conquer the stove, I'll make us some eggs?" And maybe more for anyone else who wandered in.

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Ulrik could not make eggs, Sholeh. That's who.

"I... suppose eggs might work," he said. "I'll do my best." He wasn't making any promises, though. Even in Magdeburg, they'd mostly been using coal stoves still.

[identity profile] 3girls-1core.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
How had Ulrik grown up not even knowing how to make eggs?

"Do you not want eggs?" she asked, mistaking his hesitation. "I can try to remember how Zhahar made honeycakes if you'd like?"

*You mean 'pester Zhahar until she walks you through it,'* Zhahar grumbled.

::Hush. But yes. Your honeycakes are delicious.::

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Well.. it generally wasn't a skill required of princes. "Oh, no!" he assured her. "Eggs are fine. They're not- typically what I'd have for breakfast, back home, is all, but I didn't mean to imply they'd be unwelcome."

[identity profile] 3girls-1core.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Right. Sholeh'd forgotten about that! And probably would until he reminded her. Ulrik was handsome and charming, but otherwise not much like the princes she'd read about in books.

"Great!" she chirped, going to the cold-box, err, the refrigerator to get some eggs. Hopefully they'd have some, and they'd be good. "Fried or scrambled?"

Oooh! Look! Eggs! Lots of them! And milk! Butter! Cheese!

Sholeh kind of loved this place. Just for the convenience of the food.

"Fried eggs are easier, but scrambled are better if you want a lot."

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"Caroline had me try scrambled eggs, once," Ulrik said thoughtfully. "So perhaps I should go for fried, this time around, for variety. Is there any bread?" he added, spotting a toaster on the counter.

[identity profile] 3girls-1core.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yup!" Sholeh said, putting the milk back to grab a loaf of bread. It was so amazingly uniform in its packaging. "But you know what? Don't worry about toasting it. Fetch me a glass?" She dimpled at him. "I'll fry you up an egg in bread."

=Sho, he's not five.= Zeela said.

::But it's still yummy!::

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Ulrik handed over the requested glass, raising an eyebrow at her. "Sounds intriguing," he had to admit.

[identity profile] 3girls-1core.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Sholeh laid out five pieces of bread, thinking that should be enough for them to start and began using the glass to cut holes through the middle. "Okay, so now we need to find a frying pan," she said, making little shooing motions to Ulrik so he'd know that was his job. "And put a big pat of butter in it. Oh! And some salt and pepper, too!"

That's right, Ulrik. The girl who probably came up to your shoulder at best was ordering you about. And expected you to obey, at least if you wanted fried eggs.

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, ma'am," he said with a bemused sort of smile. It was probably a good thing he wasn't the sort of royalty who got overly caught up on the details regarding the proper forms of address. "Will this do?" he asked, handing over what he hoped was a frying pan.

[identity profile] 3girls-1core.livejournal.com 2012-06-11 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
Sholeh nodded and smiled. "That'll do. Can you turn the stove on and melt the butter?" she asked. "And then we'll add the bread."
abitlowkey: (what was that?)

[personal profile] abitlowkey 2012-06-09 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry, Ulrik. Balder was dead. Dead. Wait, different person? Well, this just got awkward.

"Are you well?"

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well enough," Ulrik sighed. "Just hungry, really."
abitlowkey: (...seriously?)

[personal profile] abitlowkey 2012-06-09 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Loki sidled up next to him, watching the kitchenette for a moment. "Are you waiting for food to appear?"

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not... exactly." As convenient as that would be. "More accurately, I'm waiting for someone who knows how to prepare food to appear."
abitlowkey: (about to lie to you)

[personal profile] abitlowkey 2012-06-09 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah," Loki replied knowingly. "The microwave is useful for cooking. Though it does not work on burritos. The insides of such culinary wonders fluctuate between as cold as Jotunheim and as hot as Surtur's backside."

A beat.

"That did not come out as intended."
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[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's... a very creative description," was all Ulrik could think of to say to that. "I've never actually seen a microwave in action. Or a burrito, for that matter."

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am from several centuries in this world's past. There are only a few cities with any electricity at all, and that's mostly lighting." And toasters.
abitlowkey: (ears perked)

[personal profile] abitlowkey 2012-06-09 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, that made more sense.

"Where are you from?"

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hillerød, in Denmark." Hence why he hadn't blinked at those references to Norse mythology. Protestant or not, the stories had been part of his childhood. "1636, if we wish to be precise about when I am from, as well."
abitlowkey: (smile!)

[personal profile] abitlowkey 2012-06-09 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Welcome to the future then! It is filled with many wonderous thing! You should obtain a computer. You may learn many things from the internet."

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"So I have heard," Ulrik said with a nod. "I've been thinking of making such a purchase, as it happens. A few weeks ago I did acquire a 'smart phone', but the keyboard is very tiny."
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[personal profile] abitlowkey 2012-06-09 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Have you used it much?" Loki asked, slipping by to find something to steal from the fridge.

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not really," Ulrik admitted. "I've used the Wikipedia a few times, but generally," he shrugged. "I haven't had the need to call upon anyone."
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[personal profile] abitlowkey 2012-06-09 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"You did not know what to do. You could have used the Google for it."

Because it was never wrong.

[identity profile] taseredagod.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"The pop-tarts go into the toaster." Darcy muttered, heading straight for the soda. Give her time, she might even realize she had wandered on to another floor.

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"The- I'm sorry, what do you mean?" he knew what a toaster was, at least, but what on earth was a "Pop Tart"?

[identity profile] taseredagod.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Darcy located her drink and drank about half of it before replying. "Doughy goodness with fake jam inside of it."

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh!" Ulrik grinned. "Like a biscuit, then?"

[identity profile] taseredagod.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Darcy considered this. "The nutritional value is probably the same."

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then perhaps I shall have to give them a try," Ulrik decided. "Are there any of these pop-ta- what are you drinking?"

[identity profile] taseredagod.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Darcy began rummaging around the cupboards, trying to find a box of Pop-Tarts. "Mountain Dew. Sugar, caffeine, and bubbles - all you need for a good morning."

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"...If you say so." Dubious prince was dubious, Darcy.

[identity profile] taseredagod.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Darcy tossed the box she found at him. "Let me guess, no junk food on your planet?"

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"If by planet you mean my country, no, nothing quite like this."

[identity profile] taseredagod.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Darcy shrugged. No one was messing with her aliens theory. "Whatever. Pop-tarts, Mountain Dew, all part of a balanced teenage breakfast."

[identity profile] nomelancholy.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Not everyone could be an alien, Darcy. That would just be weird. "If you say so."

[identity profile] taseredagod.livejournal.com 2012-06-09 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
But everyone could be an alien to somewhere! Shhh, logic.

Darcy nodded wisely. "Absolutely. So up yeah, those go into the toaster." She gestured at the pop-tarts. "Wait, do you know what that is?"
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