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fandomhighdorms2014-01-11 05:18 pm
seveninchmotto) wrote in fandomhighdorms2014-01-11 05:18 pm
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Third Floor Common Room, Late Saturday Morning
There was oatmeal on the counter in the common room, and it looked fine. Just perfectly normal, as oatmeal should. You shouldn't be fooled, though. Isabelle had experimented with some spices there – you know, to just make it better, just in general, as you do when you're an enthusiastic amateur cook – and the end result, well, it wasn't great. At all.
As usual.
Isabelle herself was on a couch, using her phone to check out potential ideas for what she might want to do for her upcoming birthday.
Oh, and she was having cereal. Maybe that should have been a warning sign about the oatmeal.
[ooc: Open! It is never too early or late to meet Izzy or find out she can't cook. Also, entertain me. ... Now in the right place.]
As usual.
Isabelle herself was on a couch, using her phone to check out potential ideas for what she might want to do for her upcoming birthday.
Oh, and she was having cereal. Maybe that should have been a warning sign about the oatmeal.
[ooc: Open! It is never too early or late to meet Izzy or find out she can't cook. Also, entertain me. ... Now in the right place.]