Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[napking]

Before Gray had left for summer camp, he had lightly bullied Raiden into teaching him how to make waffles, which Raiden had done patiently over a couple of different tutoring sessions interrupted by naps, and then he had written out the recipe step-by-step on top of that. There were just a few little problems: the first was that Raiden had unthinkingly written the recipe in amounts meant to feed seven men, one of whom was, you know, Gluttony, rather than the amounts for when he just made waffles for Gray (and maybe one more on the side for himself as a snack). It was...a lot.

The other problem was the part that read, Plug the waffle iron in now, followed by, in large, underlined letters, DO NOT FALL ASLEEP WHILE THE WAFFLE IRON IS PLUGGED IN!!!

It was at this hurdle that Gray currently found himself.

He had assembled all of the ingredients and equipment before his last nap, and he had set a series of very shrill alarms on his phone (named, in order, 'Don't,' 'Burn,' The,' 'WAFFLES,' '>:(', and '(or the dorm down)'). He was as ready as he was going to get. He stood holding the waffle iron plug, muttering to himself, "Come on, Gray, you can do it, nice and easy..." before he shoved the prongs into the socket and jumped back with a nervous little squeak. "Okay, okay. That's done. Next step..."

He sure hoped other people wanted waffles this morning.

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[outofthequiver]

When Libby picked up on the scent of some breakfast being cooked down in the common room, she decided to make a game out of seeing if she could correctly guess who it was she'd wind up having to thank for it.

And when she ducked her head into the common room to see that it was d) none of the above, she had to laugh and entered the room.

"Good morning, Gray," she greeted, looking pleased at this revelation. "Looks like I have another one to add to the list!"

[napking]

All of Gray's attention was on carefully scooping batter into the waffle iron when she came in, so he startled a little, then smiled. "Good morning, Libby! I hope you like waffles!" They were only the best food. "...list?"

[outofthequiver]

"Of possibilities for who's making breakfast," Libby explained with a grin. "I was leaning pretty heavily toward Kurt, but it could have been maybe Vi or Guillermo, too. Guess I should put you in the running, too."

She made her way closer to the waffle iron, eyes roaming eagerly over his set-up.

"Is there anything I can help with?"

[napking]

One of the alarms on Gray's phone went off very loudly, and he quickly silenced it. "Uh...take over if I fall asleep?" he asked hopefully. "Do you know how to do this? Ray said it could burn down the dorm if I leave it unattended, and I don't wanna burn down the dorm. We live here."

[outofthequiver]

"I, too," Libby admitted, "prefer the place where we live to remain not burned down. But I can definitely take over if you fall asleep."

There was....a pause.

"It's a good thing I showed up before you did," she felt compelled to note. "But that's a smart idea." She nodded to his phone. "Setting an alarm."

[napking]

"It might or might not work," Gray admitted. The waffle iron dinged at him and he carefully removed the waffle to a plate. "Sloth's a butthole. Waffle?" he offered it to Libby. "There's stuff." He gestured at the assorted moddable waffle toppings he'd scrounged out of the fridge and cabinets.

[outofthequiver]

Libby's eyes went a little wide, slightly scandalize, and plenty awkward as one might expect when being handed a plate while the words butthole and waffles were being uttered right next to each other.

Still, despite suddenly not as hungry for waffles as she might have been a moment ago, she took the plate gratefully.

Never look a...ahem... butthole waffle gift in the mouth, right?

"Thank you, Gray."

And, as she went to add a modest amount of syrup and a lot of fruit, she thought it best to venture into hopefully less colorful-language territory.

"How have your classes been going? I've been an awful big sibling, I haven't had a chance to check in with you much, have it?"

[apocalypsehow]

Five had spent a long time avoiding everyone after the debacle in the library. Which wasn't honestly too different from his normal behavior in the social spectrum.

So consider it was step forward that he was venturing out to get free food.

Or something.

"Who are you?" Ah, right back to being Five.

[napking]

"I'm Gray," Gray said. His phone went off again and he paused to cancel that alarm. So far, so good! "Who are you? Do you want a waffle? There's plenty. Ray's recipe could feed an army. I've made so many waffles." And there was still more batter. Goddammit, Gluttony.

[apocalypsehow]

Five eyed the phone for a moment before realizing that waffles would indeed be nice to have.

"Number Five," he replied, nodding. "I'll take some if you're making them. Is there coffee?"

Yes, Gray. Is there coffee?

[napking]

Gray had heard weirder names. Demons, man. Some of them didn't believe in vowels. "Is your first name 'Number' or do you go by Five?" he asked, and, oh, right, coffee. "There should be some left? Cream and sugar is by the pot." Because it was the only way to make it palatable, even if it was the only thing that helped him stay awake a bit more.

[apocalypsehow]

"Just Five in fine," he said, acting like that was the most polite response to his name he'd gotten. Even if he scoffed at the suggestion of diluting the coffee with anything. "A bloody mary wouldn't be disapproved of here if you're making brunch, either."

[napking]

"I don't know how to make one of those," Gray admitted. "I don't really drink much alcohol. It makes me sleepy." And there was no need to increase the sleepiness. "So I'm afraid you're on your own there. But! Waffles!"

[apocalypsehow]

Five hummed like he was considering it, but would graciously allow for just coffee.

"Waffles," he agreed dryly, snagging one to grossly dip into his coffee to eat. "I suppose you can stick around then."

[noonedecidesmyfate]

Belle did love breakfast foods and so found herself peeking into the common room to see where the waffle smells were coming from.

"Good morning," she said cheerfully.

[napking]

"Good morning!" Gray said, waving his hand without thinking about the fact that he was holding the batter scoop in it. Oooops. "...I'll clean that up. Do you want waffles?"

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"I would love waffles if you're sharing."

He seemed to be sharing but maybe he needed that many waffles just for himself.

[napking]

Gray said very solemnly, "Even I cannot eat this many waffles." Then he got less solemn and explained, "My brother gave me the recipe and he has no sense of scale, so now I'm a one-man waffle sweatshop or something." There was a better word. "Assembly line." There it was.

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"Assembly line does sound better. Did you need help?"

Not that Belle actually knew how to make waffles but it was only polite to offer.

[napking]

"Libby promised to take over for me if I fall asleep," Gray said, "but if I do and she can't could you, uh, at least unplug the waffle iron?"

[apocalypsehow]

"Belle." Oh no, the consequences of his own actions!

[noonedecidesmyfate]

Belle narrowed her eyes in Five's general direction.

"Hello, Five."

The nerve! Speaking after disappearing the way he had.

[apocalypsehow]

Look, he had things going on! And a need to hide from emotions.

"You're looking well." Oh yeah, that was the correct response, Five. Sure.

[noonedecidesmyfate]

Rude.

"I imagine i look the same as I did in the library," Belle said. "Before you vanished."

[apocalypsehow]

"I was... busy," Five said like that was perfectly reasonable.