Third floor common room, Saturday morning

[giveherahand]

Mara was up and had already run, dressed, and showered like some kind of hugely productive person. She decided to reward such high class adulting by treating herself to pancakes, which she had a vague idea how to make.

She pulled flour, eggs, milk, and baking powder (or maybe soda, was there a difference?) from various cubbies, started to heat up a pan and got to work.

Mmm, pancake-like food.

[OOC: Weetiny weekend means someone has to make pancakes. It's a rule.\