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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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"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.

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."

"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.

"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?"

"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.

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?"

"I used to, yeah," he said, nodding and dropping some salt into the pot of soup he had going. Nathan picked up the wooden spoon he'd found and gave the soup a stir. "Nothing too extravagant, though. We never had anything but meats and vegetables so what I know is mostly centered on those things."

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."

"Sounds like my own family," Edward said easily. Wasn't as if he wasn't intimately acquainted with scarcity. "We make enough to feed ourselves, but nothing quite like that banquet they served up when I arrived."

"I am," Ichabod replied. "Not that I know much about the art of cooking anyway. I don't believe we have met. My name is Ichabod Crane."

A more insecure person would wonder if the quickly looking away thing had something to do with her. Karina cheerfully assumed it was something to do with him instead and sauntered on in.

"I could eat," she said cheerfully. "Though I'm actually from the fifth floor. I'm sneaky like that."

Not really, no.

"I'm Karina Lyle, by the way. And you're... new, right?"

"Yeah, that was a lot of food," Nathan agreed with a quiet laugh. "I don't think I've ever seen as much food in place in my entire life. Not even in pictures or on television shows. Seems almost like a waste since I doubt it all got eaten."

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

"Makes you wonder what they do with the scraps, doesn't it?" Edward asked. He grinned. "Oh, I'm Edward, in case you were wondering."

In this instance, she was right because it had everything to do with him and his upbringing. He didn't tend to look at people or he hid behind sunglasses and lots and lots of layers.

"Yeah," he said, nodding. The soup started simmering so he let it be for a moment before glancing over at her though he kept his eyes down. "I'm Nathan. I live on this floor."

If that wasn't already evident and all.

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

"Nathan," he replied with a nod and a small smile. "I've used open flames before too. Cooking meat is a lot quicker that way, I've found. I don't think this place would understand if I started a fire in my room though so I could cook though."

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."

"Hopefully they don't throw them away," Nathan said thoughtfully. "What a waste."

He knew a lot of people who could use that food. If his grandmother was still alive, she'd be at the top of his list. Nathan shook that thought away.

"I'm Nathan," he greeted with another nod. "I recognize your accent. I mean, I think I might. You're not from this country, right?"

"No, and I believe burning down the school by accident wouldn't be appreciated either," he replied with an amused look.

"I'm from Wales," Edward confirmed easily. "Across the ocean from here, if you're not a local boy."

"I guessed that," she said bluntly, though her tone suggested that she was trying to be kind about his stating the obvious thing. "Though, you know, I bet you'd confuse a lot of people if you cooked on a different floor just for fun."

Karina possibly associated with Sparkle too often. Though it was a pretty mild form of mischief she was suggesting.

"It's good to meet you, anyway, no matter what floor we each belong on. How're you liking the island so far?"

"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."

"Probably not," he said, laughing and surprising himself with that, even. He hadn't laughed in a long while. "Though, if they kicked me out, I'd be a little lost because I wouldn't know where to go. I didn't even expect to be here."

"Well, hey," she said, turning her attention to him. "I'm Karina Lyle. It's nice to meet you. Are you another new kid on the island? Or have I just missed seeing you around?"

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