Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Morning [07/16].

[what_big_teeth]

A few weeks ago, Eleanor had gone down to the common room for breakfast and found a nice little blip of socialization with her classmates that recalled a much less complicated time in her life,and that was pretty nice. She wouldn't go so far as to say she expected to catch lightning in a bottle a second time, but she did think that maybe it wouldn't hurt to give it another try.

This time with the attempt to make some breakfast beyond cereal. Nothing too complicated, she was just going to focus on learning how to make pancakes.

It was...a process, to be sure. There was a plate of malformed and somewhat burned pancakes already stacked up by the stove, but she liked to think she was getting progressively better and finally got to a point where they looked mostly edible, and then she could dig in a little and feel...well, maybe not entirely proud,but at least accomplished and fed.

Mostly.

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[napking]

Gray shuffled into the common room, drawn by smells (even if some of them were burning smells), and asked hopefully, "Waffles?"

Close but no cigar, buddy.

"Oh! Good morning, Eleanor!"

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[what_big_teeth]

"Good morning, Gray," Eleanor greeted back, her apology twofold...in part for the lack of waffles, and in part for the quality of what there was instead. "And I don't know if I'm ready for waffles yet. They're just pancakes. You can help yourself, if you want, but I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to. It's my first time making them."

And it had been an....interesting endeavour.

[napking]

Gray poked at the pancakes like a heathen who had never been told not to touch food other people might eat. Or someone who'd been born before germ theory. At least one of those. "I'm sure they're better than what I would've turned out. I would just fall asleep and then you'd have panchar instead...and anyway it's nothing enough syrup won't fix!"

[what_big_teeth]

"Some of those are pretty close to just panchar," Eleanor admitted, almost most of those ones, she'd put on her own plate. She'd eaten much, much worse; no point in wasting or subjecting anyone else to those ones!

"I'm honestly just glad I didn't burn the place down."

She wouldn't even have the excuse of it being because she'd fallen asleep, just a tendency to ruin everything.

[napking]

"...just checking, do you know how to use a fire extinguisher?" They had one of those around here somewhere, right?

[what_big_teeth]

There was....a pause, and a mental note made to maybe look into that very soon.

"I know what one is," she offered, helpfully. Hopefully? After all, that felt like an accomplishment when her sixty-year time displacement didn't leave her completely in the dark. "But I've never actually used one before..."

[napking]

"Neither have I," Gray admitted. Generally speaking if there was a fire to be put out someone was going to be more on the ball than him. "I don't think it's hard? I hope it's not hard."

[what_big_teeth]

"It doesn't look that hard," Eleanor said, although she didn't sound very confident, and she was definitely resolved to find out before it became a crisis or another burned building left in her wake.

Although, to be fair, that had been somewhat intentional, last time.

[napking]

As long as it was intentional and not the building Gray was living in, arson was probably fine. Right?

"I'm sure it'll be fine," Gray assured Eleanor as he drowned his pancakes in syrup. It wasn't a commentary on her cooking. It was just his normal amount of syrup. "Do we have any chocolate chips?" He could take the initiative to look through the cabinets for them (and a fire extinguisher) himself, but, y'know, Sloth.

[what_big_teeth]

"Oh," Eleanor's head tilted a little as she tried to remember what she'd seen in the cabinets earlier. "I don't know. I can check?"

She was already up and searching before she even finished the sentiment, though.

[napking]

"Oh, you don't have to," Gray protested while still doing absolutely nothing in the vein of trying to do it himself.