Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [05/17].

[white_oleander]

A few people had shown up for breakfast last week, so Astrid saw no reason why she shouldn't just keep up the tradition at least a little bit longer, especially since there'd been some interest, at least from Miles, at other people helping out, too. She wondered if she could do something to make it even more communal and take a lot of the work off of one person with a sign-up sheet or something like that, but for now, she was just sort of focusing on getting the food ready and improving her own techniques for making a bigger breakfast for more people than just herself a little easier.

If anything, she appreciated the distraction. Still no call from Susan, no word on when she might get a chance to talk with her mother. She was trying to not get worried about it; she understood that both of them were likely playing cat-and-mouse with her, trying to fool her into thinking she was the mouse when, really, she needed to remember that it was the other way around.

With that in mind, a few of the pancakes were made to sort of resemble cats' faces (a frequently occuring theme, after all, in the oeuvre of Astrid Magnussen), but they were too complicated so she mostly went back to just regular ones.

[[ open breakfast is ooooopeeeennn! though a little slower this week, more'n likeleh ]]

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[white_oleander]

"That's kind of how I was, too, for a while," Astrid let out a small breath of a laugh and a smile hse hoped was reassuring. "Only instead of my room, it was the pool down in the basement."

It still was the pool in the basement, really.

[craic_killer]

"I really need to do more exploring," Clare admitted. "There's a pool down there?"

[white_oleander]

"That," said Astrid, shaking her head, "is what everyone says."

Which was almost enough to make a person wonder if they'd been crazy this whole time.

Maybe the pool was her mannequin.

[craic_killer]

Ohhhhh, don't go down the mannequin route. That way led even deeper madness.

"Have other people seen the pool?" Clare checked.

[white_oleander]

"There was at least one pool party down there once, I think," Astrid offered. "I think the last person I saw down there, too, was Ulysses. He graduated, but I think he's still around if you wanted to verify."

[craic_killer]

"I know it's a bizarre question but given everything and him by the water and all...he's not the Greek myth Ulysses, right?"

[white_oleander]

"If he is," said Astrid, after she worked that out, "he's pretty good at hiding it, and that would be a very interesting interpretation. But as far as I know, he isn't.

"That's a very good question, by the way," she added, with an impressed lift of her brows as she finally finihed that pancake and went to start the next. "I think you're starting to catch on."

[craic_killer]

"And it only took two weeks," Clare said proudly.