4th floor common room: wednesday afternoon

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

The kitchen in the common room wasn't that different from the kitchen in Celia's cottage. Everything was a little more modern and clean but other than that, Nathan recognized almost everything. The common room kitchen reminded him of Gabriel's kitchen more than anything else. His friend had spent a lot of time in there, cooking food and letting Nathan help out where he could.

Being inside during the day was tolerable and Nathan found that the buzzing wasn't too intense right now so he'd wandered into the common room and over to the kitchen with the thought of cooking in mind. He didn't know too many recipes since it wasn't like Celia or Gabriel had cookbooks lying around (not that he could read them anyway) but he remembered how to make a few things.

His stomach grumbled and Nathan decided that he might as well give cooking in this strange place a try. He slid off his gloves, making sure to pull his sleeves down over the tattoo on one wrist and over the scars on the other but leaving the small tattoo on his finger visible for the most part. He hadn't taken off the scarf but he'd left the sunglasses in his room today.

A soup of some kind would be the easiest thing and he remembered sitting in his cage at Celia's with a steaming bowl of soup and a huge chunk of bread. It'd been a rare time when he'd been able to forget about what he was going through. So, he went to work on a soup that'd be filled with available vegetables and meats. He hadn't bothered with the television since it'd only make his head hurt and he didn't need that while he was trying to concentrate.

[Open. Nathan's actually a fairly good cook so if you want some soup, it won't be bad, I promise.]

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[doesnotkneel]

"Is that warm food I smell?"

A rhetorical question, of course, but Edward was determined to lead in with a merry disposition - to heighten his chances of getting some of that soup.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"If I do it right, it should be," Nathan said, glancing back over his shoulder at Edward. "I haven't cooked anything in awhile. Might be some trial and error involved."

But hopefully not because he really didn't want to have to make a second batch of soup when he was already hungry.

[doesnotkneel]

"Ah, as long as you don't toss something poisonous in, I'm sure it'll be all right." Well, not entirely; Edward was actually a fair bit pickier than that when he had the chance, but he hadn't had the chance much in his life. "You cook a lot?"

[not-called-icky.livejournal.com]

Recognising Edward, Ichabod gave a brief nod and an 'good afternoon' in greeting, but made no further effort to start a conversation.

[doesnotkneel]

"Afternoon," Edward echoed, and barely - not entirely - managed to restrain his eyes from rolling.

[not-called-icky.livejournal.com]

The smell of food reached Ichabod's nostrils as he returned to his room from a walk. Stopping by the common room he saw a boy cooking. While he now could boil water for tea, thanks to miss Bowen, he had never had to do any kind of cooking for himself, and even if he had known how to, he wouldn't have felt brave enough in this exotic kitchen.

"That smells delicious," he said. "Even if there is something strange about a kitchen without fire anywhere."

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Nathan said, looking over his shoulder and nodding once at Ichabod. "You're using to open flames?"

He'd been picking up on the time differences that people here seemed to be experiencing. Nathan didn't have the intelligence to really parse it but he could accept it for the moment.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

Karina leaned in the doorway, having been on her way up to her room and been stopped by something smelling good.

"Is this a boys only party?" she asked, surveying the room and smiling. "Or can I come in too?"

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

Nathan glanced up and, as he tended to do with most girls, looked quickly away. He barely held eye contact with males let alone females. But, he found his words easy enough.

"You can come in," he said quietly, nodding. His attention wandered back to the soup to make sure everything was cooking correctly. "I think I'm making enough for the entire floor, if you're hungry."

[not-called-icky.livejournal.com]

Not recognising the girl in the doorway, Ichabod inclined his head slightly and said: "I don't believe we have met. My name is Ichabod Crane."

[doesnotkneel]

"There's always room for a lass as far as I'm concerned," Edward said, throwing a grin her way. She was attractive; that was a bonus, if not necessary. "Good afternoon."

[not_every_mage]

Anders could tell Rapunzel's painting project was going to be beautiful when it was done ... but in the meantime the scent of the fresh paint was giving him a headache. He fled up a floor.

"Well," he said appreciatively, taking a deep sniff of the air, "that's much better-smelling than my roommate's paints. Is it for sharing?"

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Nathan replied, pleased he'd actually recognized that voice. It was sad that talking to people multiple times was a new sort of things for him. "I've made a lot more than originally planned and I think eating it all would make me sick. Which I've found isn't a fun thing."

Not at all.

[doesnotkneel]

"Anders!" Edward called merrily from the sofa where he'd situated himself. "Good afternoon, man! Come chasing soup as we have?"

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

"Dorm food is almost always for sharing," Karina said lightly. "Mostly because if not for sharing, it becomes for stealing, and that just leaves bad feelings all around."

[not-called-icky.livejournal.com]

Another student whom Ichabod hadn't met before.

"Good afternoon," he greeted. "What is your roommate painting?"

[nolizardhere]

"Anders!" Andros said, pleased to see someone he'd met before. "Nathan is cooking." He sounded duly impressed by this accomplishment.

((YOU SAW NOTHING.))

[nolizardhere]

"Is there food?" Andros asked hopefully as he entered the common room. "Something smells really good."

Please feed the poor boy. He couldn't cook and didn't know what half the food was. Without a Synthetron he was lost.

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"In a few minutes, there might be some edible soup," Nathan offered, glancing over. "If I've done everything right and haven't messed up in a kitchen I've never been in before."

[not-called-icky.livejournal.com]

"It does smell good, doesn't it?" Ichabod shot his roommate a grin.

[doesnotkneel]

"Yes, there is," Edward called. "You can thank our host for it. He's a culinary genius, I think."

Probably not, but hey.

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

"It's a nice thing about the dorms," Karina called casually. "There is usually food."

And some sucker to make it so she didn't have to.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Something smells good," Barry noted as he walked into the room and waved at everyone there. "What's up?"

[halfbad.livejournal.com]

"Not much," Nathan said, giving Barry a nod. "It's soup and I think I've made enough, if you're hungry. I don't think I've ruined it or anything like that."

[notacokeperson.livejournal.com]

"New people, apparently," Karina said cheerfully enough. "And a lot of boys. I'm out-numbered."

Which amused her, so it was all good.