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Belle had been feeling a bit out of sorts Friday night and had ended up in the common room with a pot of tea, a cozy mystery novel, and the television playing something silly. She'd fallen asleep there eventually.

This morning Belle was nowhere to be found. Her mug was still sat on a table, the novel lay open on the chair. On the floor, next to the chair where Belle had fallen asleep, was a small red object. A small, round, red-wrapped cheese was on end, just standing there.

Yes, the cheese stands alone.

[Been joking about this for years. Open common room is open please do not eat Belle.]

pun_king

On a whim (or, rather, on the wings of Graham's high-flying imagination and knack for loosely related tangential conversational yarns), Graham and Belle had not only acquired a book or two on making ice cream, but they'd also collected what they would need to make some, from the equipment to the ingredients, from the milk and sugar and fruit and other things, but especially a whole bunch of different flavors of jelly beans to start experimenting with.

Was it the best time of year to make ice cream? Probably not! But that wasn't going to stop them because they were on a mission to see how this might work out and they honestly really didn't have anything better to do that afternoon.

So let the ice cream making....begin!

...as soon as one of the ice cream makers stopped 'taste-tasting' jellybeans to make sure they were up to snuff, anyway!

[[ open like a common room, yo~ ]]

napking

Gray had, after much consideration and attempts to fit them on his bed, come to the conclusion that it was possible he had looted too many Squishmallows from the Walmart in the woods. But if he'd left them behind they all would have burned or melted or whatever it was that Squishmallows did, so really he'd been rescuing them. He'd been providing a service.

And now he needed to rehome them so he didn't wake up in weird contortions in his own bed. He was used to it in whatever other random location he fell asleep, but his bed? No thank you. So he'd selected his favorites (and held back a few bird-themed ones for Arden to pick from), and now he'd set up the rest in the lobby of the dorm with a sign that read, Free to a Good Home!

Squishmallows for all!

what_big_teeth

It was such a dark, gloomy, rainy, sometimes stormy, humid day that Eleanor didn't have much motivation to do anything, but she did, she realize, sort of go into a kind of automatic mode. She'd woken up early, as if her body still felt as though it had to be ready for mass, bright and early, or else she'd face the wrath of the nuns, but there was no mass to go to. She knew there was a church on the island, of course, and considered going there just to scratch some habitual itch, but instead, she rerouted to the common room, poked around for some food for breakfast, and made herself some tea, after failing to figure out quite how to use the drip machine for coffee on the counter.

She sat at the table with a bowl of bright and colorful cereal, hunched over it and the book of poetry splayed out before her, and just sort of enjoying the quiet solitude of the morning, figuring everyone else would still be sleeping, especially with nuns to harass and harangue them toward mass, especially with the warm, gloomy, lethargic weather.

[[ but the common room is, of course, very open! ]]

pun_king

With the last party they had down at the pool, Graham had made a few hints and allusions to another, second party before the start of the summer session, and, well, now was the time! After mentioning it on radio and spreading the word at the picnic and of course spreading around handwavey flyers and texts, the circle was now complete, as they met the "End of the Semester" party with a "Start of the Semester" party! And while one was underneath the dorms, this one would be on top of it!

So, of course, the roof was decked out with decorations of a very summer-y nature, since that was the semester they were heading into, with music playing to match that vibe, a few beach balls and beach umbrellas floating around, too. And, of course, a table with a lot of moddable snacks, drinks, and Graham's proudest touch: a Neapolitan style sheet cake with the words "LET'S ALL HAVE A SUN-SATIONAL SUMMER!!" written on it, and, below it, in parentheses: "(Seas the Day!)"

So come on up, make the porg intern happy, and have a good time celebrating the start of the semester with a good party, a great view, and even better friends!

[[ and it's an OCD-free party weekend, y'all! ]]

pun_king

In case you hadn't heard, either via the flyers that had been plastered around the dorms, the text messages sent out that morning, the radio or the announcements being made from the desk yesterday, there was a party in the dorms that day! Down by the pool, specifically! With no classes to attend to, all that was left to do was come on down and have a good time!

There were decorations! There was pizza! There were drinks in coconuts, and some music pumping, and none of them had anywhere school-related they needed to be! Time to celebrate another successful semester in the books.

Water you waiting for? Come make a splash!

pun_king

There was going go be a celebratory, end of the semester party tomorrow, in lieu of having classes, and the word needed to be spread around. There were flyers everywhere, of course, and texts would be sent out tomorrow, but today, Graham was going to do it the good old fashioned way, by word of mouth and word of porg intern (he hoped)!

Which was why he could be found out on the deck that day, calling out like a town cryer, hoping to reach the ears of all passersby...and maybe drift up through a few opened windows, as well.

"Hear ye, hear ye!" he announced, boldly and brightly and at regular intervals. "Come one! Come all! The ever-lovely Miss Charlie Gale and the ever-punny Mr. Graham Cra--"

Briefly, this announcement was cut off eith a bug flying right into his mouth,making him cough slightly, then picked right back up again.

"--cordially invite you all to an esteemed end-of-semester pool party! Tomorrow! All day! With ~~blackjack and hookers~~ pizza and drinks in coconuts! Bring your selves, bring your swimsuits, have a swimming good time! You don't want to miss it!"

There. That should do it! He just hoped, if anything, the message was,eventually, hear, and, if not, well, he'd be at this all day!

[[ work related sp to ensue, but open deck is open! ]]

noonedecidesmyfate

When Belle arrived in the common room this afternoon she was greeted by the sight of a rather ridiculous amount of marshmallow candies stacked on a table. There were any number of different colors of bunnies and chicks as well as some different flavors.

"What's a Dr. Pepper meant to taste like?" Belle wondered. "Or Mike and Ike? Why are the marshmallows flavored with people?"

Hopefully they weren't really people but the flavors did have people names and that was a bit odd.

"These sparkly purple ones are interesting though. And wild berry seems like a reasonable flavor."

She hadn't even seen the Hot Tamale, Sour Watermelon, or Fruit Punch flavored ones yet."

There were so many marshmallows. Belle had no idea what to do with them all but perhaps a taste test would be in order.

[Open, obvs!! And you're welcome, intern porg.]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had considered reading outside today but on her way outside she'd run into someone delivering a very large lunch order who had handed it off to her with a "oh, it's already paid for and it's just for the dorms so I guess it's yours now bye!"

So instead of going outdoors she'd headed back up the stairs to her common room and opened the bags to find a rather large quantity of tomato soup and several grilled cheese sandwiches. Naturally she needed to fix herself a bowl of the soup and bring it to the table with a sandwich.

She only hoped that someone else might come by to help her eat all of this food.

[Open common room is open, come have some cheesy goodness!]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had spent most of the past couple of days very happily engaged in long overdue activities with Five. She'd woken up entangled with him late this morning which had been pleasant until she realized something was very, very wrong with the situation. Once she'd come to terms with this temporary reality she'd decided she needed a change of scenery.

So, after grabbing some of his clothes (sorry Five, these were hers now) she'd gone to her own room to regroup. Eventually she'd showered and was now in the common room having brewed some tea (enough for herself and to share) and brought a book with her.

Of course, curling up on the couch with a book felt different today which had her somewhat out of sorts while she tried to find the correct and comfortable position but she managed eventually.

[Open common room is open!]

noonedecidesmyfate

There was a cupboard full of Cup Noodle (TM) today when Belle went rummaging around the common room looking for something to eat. Since they had just discussed those in a recent class and there wasn't anyone else around (yet) to share a larger amount of pasta with, Belle grabbed a container at random to heat up for herself.

Chicken flavor was unexceptional, but fine, and she sat down on the couch with her book and her noodles. It wasn't quite the same as curling up with a cup of tea but it wasn't entirely different, either. Perhaps this could be an alternative some days.

She could always make tea after, or more noodles for anyone else who might come in. For now she was content to read for a bit. She'd picked up a book of modern fairytales at the library but hadn't yet had a chance to begin reading it.

[open, having a lazy day]

amicia_the_amazon

With the slow creep of familiarity came... a kind of not-restlessness, a feeling that made Amicia step out of her bedroom with a growing regularity.

Not often, and not far. But still. It was a Sunday, morning even, and she was back in the common room.

She had a bowl of oatmeal, this time. It was tolerable, and familiar, and that was all she cared for.

[[ open ]]

furrybluefreak

Kurt was in a baking mood.... the cookies the other day had really got him missing the times he would make Christmas cookies back home. That meant Kut was rummaging around the cabinets in the common room that morning, trying to take stock of what was there on hand if he wanted to make those cookies after all. It was looking pretty good and there were only a few things he might have to get depending on what he decided to go with. So, if anyone was walking around the floor they might have heard some humming and singing coming from the kitchen area.

outofthequiver

Oh, Libby was absolutely loving the candelabra that had shown up that day, and the fact that their moody lighting was made even more so by everywhere appearing just a little bit darker today. Despite still being surrounded by quite a few modern trappings, they made it exceptionally easy for her to just feel transported to a different time, in the past, long before the wonders of electricity, and she dove deep into it, spending her entire morning, curled up and cozy and diving into some epic medieval-style fantasy book to read by candlelight, to better feel like she was there.

As afternoon turned into evening, she was hoping to switch over to some nice gothic horror, but, before she did that, she'd have to take a break for lunch. So, taking a smaller of the candelabra with her so that when she swept down the hallway to the common room, she'd feel like a heroine in one of those stories, uncertain what terrors may lurk around the corner, but content to know that the worst thing she may encounter here (hopefully!) was maybe a gremlin in the shadows or some questionable leftovers in the fridge.

She didn't even bother turning on the lights in the room, enjoying working by candlelight as she put together a nice sandwich, portable so she could take it back to her room and get back to reading, with a nice mug of hot cocoa, too.

[[ open common room is definitely open! ]]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle, accompanied by an adorable tuxedo cat (who would probably vehementlydeny ever being adorable once he stopped being fuzzy), had made her way into the common room this morning in search of breakfast. Or at least tea.

Sadly none of her classmates had beaten her there and begun cooking so she made a pot of tea and looked for something simple to eat.

Five-the-cat was clearly judging her for the brown sugar cinnamon Pop-Tarts that she brought to the couch with her along with a mug of tea. Of course, Five-the-cat was nearly always judging something.

"You don't need to eat any. I'm sure they aren't good for cats," she told him as she settled herself on the couch. He meowed at her and curled up next to her so he could glare at anyone coming in the door.

[Open common room is open, the cat probably won't bite, and there are enough of the best Pop-Tart flavor to go around. I should be around although I have to go get stabbed in the arm in a couple hours.]

pun_king

There had been an awful lot of talking (and chewing!) around pies and pizzas and empanadas lately, and Graham was fairly certain that he was not likely to be bereft of any of those things any time soon. But it did get him thinking that it was a bit selfish, wasn't it, to not sometimes provide something back? The only thing was that the only thing he really knew how to make was his signature choco-chip pancakes....and so, clearly, this morning, choco-chip pancakes for the whole dorms (or, well, for anyone who showed up that morning or for anyone who raided the leftovers after the fact) it shall be!

It didn't take much to gather up the ingredients and get to work, and he'd almost thought about having Triumph make the trek up the stairs to join him for something like this, but Triumph was having a bit of a lazy day, so Graham decided he'd just bring some down for him later, and, whistling and humming some idle, random tune as he did so, he got to work on seeing just how tall of a stack he could make before anyone showed up. Maybe he could even get it to the ceiling! He'd probably have to work pretty fast, though, and you couldn't rush a good choco-chip pancake!

[[ open common room is open! ]]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had not spent much time in the common rooms of late and today seemed like a fine time to change that. She still wasn't much use when it came to cooking but there were cereals and Pop-Tarts (including the brown sugar cinnamon kind, which was the best flavor no matter what Five might say). She set out a few boxes on the counter in case anyone else wandered in as tended to happen and set to making some tea. There always had to be tea.

She was as yet unaware of any fluffy tickle monsters that might be lurking in the common room or hallways. That would likely change.

[Open common room is open, of course]

apocalypsehow

The roof was for brooding, which wasn't at all what Five was doing. He was... okay, doing a little brooding. Because, for now, things were officially okay for his family and the planet as whole. And that meant he had nothing in particular to focus on.

Also, Belle was a sugar glider.

That was a thing that was happening this week.

"I'm fine," he informed the judgmental rodent. "Oh, don't look at me like that."

[expecting one, but open!]

noonedecidesmyfate

It was rather hot outside and Belle's only class of the day had involved things being melted or set on fire or both. This called for iced tea in the common room rather than hot tea.

She had a book with her on the couch, a glass of tea beside her along with a package of cookies she'd found in a cupboard, and a mostly full pitcher remaining on the counter for anyone else in need of a cool, refreshing beverage.

It seemed like it would be a lovely afternoon to sit somewhere cool and read for a while.

[Open common room is open, of course!]

outofthequiver

Libby's grandmother had been sending her a small weekly allowance, knowing that a little spending money could make living away from home a little easier, and she was mostly saving up that money for an emergency (or, if she was honest with herself, to maybe buy a new dress for the next school dance) or using it to buy stuff to make breakfasts and other meals in the common room. That morning, though, seeing as the nice little windfall was growing, she was a little tempted to head into town, into the pastry shop, and maybe treat herself to something that she might otherwise never splurge on.

But even as soon as she thought about it, she felt guilty about it. It was kind of selfish, wasn't it? Especially on a Sunday. Not to mention just sort of careless, not a very useful use of her funds at all.

There was, thankfully, a good solution to handling her sudden sweet tooth and her worry about being waste and self-serving, and that was obviously to just head to the store to pick up what she needed and make something, which would not only be more cost effective, but that she could share with everyone else, too.

And she had no doubt that the smell of cinnamon rolls baking in the common room would get at least a few people's attention.

She just hoped she didn't end up burning them, and had to remind herself to let them cool first before adding the icing.

[[ will work eat me? Probably! Will I let that stop me? Heck no! Open common room is open! ]]

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.

((Open common room is open!))

imawizard

Harry wasn't huge on caffeine but he was kind of dragging some by now. It also hasn't occurred to him that there was maybe a spell or something that would take care of this. More than likely the letter he'd sent back to Hermione this week complaining would get a response of "if only you had tried ____" the day after this ended.

For now though he was contemplating a chocolate Pop Tart in the kitchen. Chocolate had caffeine, right? Did chocolate count? Would this help? Would he try either way? (Yes, no, no, yes.)

[Open!]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had spent much of the day in her room where there had been no mistletoe. Now she was in the mood for a change of scenery and a cup of tea and maybe a snack.

The common room provided all three things. It was different from her room, there was a kettle and an assortment of teas, and as usual there were cookies to be found in the cupboards.

There was also some holiday greenery lurking in the corners looking perfectly innocent. Belle really should have paid more attention to that book yesterday that had tried to warn her about mistletoe. If she had she might have left the room with her tea and cookies rather than taking a seat on the couch.

[Open common room is open, one is expected (omg you'll never guess who), with SP warnings because this was going to happen earlier but this week was exhausting and I definitely took an hour+ nap when I got home from work and may still go to bed early]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had, as promised, looked for books on time travel and on symbiotic abilities for Five. The latter was proving more difficult to track down but she had found an interesting treatise on spells to travel through time (which came with rather a lot of dire warnings about the terrible fates that befell unwary magic users who went in to such things unprepared). She'd hand it over to him eventually, after she was done reading it.

She'd brought the book with her into the common room but had set it aside for the moment in favor of the television which had apparently decided to show ~~cheesy Netflix~~ Christmas movies.

Time travel could wait. Or maybe it already had, since it was time travel. So Belle was going to enjoy her mug of tea and bowl of cereal and a very silly movie and then get back to reading.

[Open common room is open and I should be around most of the day!]

white_oleander

There had been a lot of painting and drawings in the room where Astrid woke up, including some beautiful and fascinating murals on the walls, and that had captured her attention pretty firmly through most of the morning. It might have sucked her in all day if it weren't for the fact that, eventually, she started to get hungry and figured she should find herself some food.

She cracked open the door, poked her head out, consindering the hallway, and then she ventured out. They all looked like private rooms, really, so she moved past most of the doors until she found the room that looked a little more communal...and, most important, there was a fridge and a stove and that meant food.

After doing a look through the cabinets to see what there was, she found some bread and peanut butter and some boxes of mac'n'cheese, and set dutifully to making some, grabbing a chair from the table so she could reach the stove better.

She didn't really think much of it, though. This was pretty typical for any given day, to wake up, her mother no where to be found, spending the day entertaining herself and then eventually making herself some food, because sometimes, Ingrid just forgot stuff like that.

[[ open like a common rooooom! ]]

canlendanear

Alara had been to the gym for her usual morning workout and now that she didn’t have that to focus on, decided to head to the common room.

Rather than order in she decided to try something a bit different and try her hand at cooking something, which admittedly it had been a while but she thought she’d see if she could try and make something from home.

So she decided to try her hand at making sweetened Gupsela, or at least as close a version to it since some of the ingredients could only be found on Xelaya but there was enough ingredients in the fridge and cupboards that she could make do and she was enjoying the process of making her planet’s version of comfort food, she put one batch in the fridge and she was making extra in case anyone else stopped by.

[open!]

noonedecidesmyfate

There was still an adorable, judgey, grumpy, growly, and occasionally teleporting cat with Belle this morning.

A cat who had just knocked a second teacup to the floor already while standing on the countertop and yowling.

"I don't know how to make coffee," she told him. "If that's even what you want. I'm sure it isn't good for cats and it tastes terrible besides." She remembered that quite well from the weekend she'd been unexpectedly young and Five had given her coffee.

The cat was unmoved by this argument and yowled again.

Belle shook her head, reaching for a box of cereal. "If you stop smashing things perhaps I'll find you breakfast as well though I'm sure you could just take yourself somewhere to find food if you wanted."

[Open common room is open! I've got a 2 hour car ride later today and entertainment is always welcome.]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle was turning 16 today ~~again~~!

"The party isn't until later, of course," she said to a camera that absolutely wasn't actually there but that she could see all the same. "There's plenty of time before then so I'm getting some breakfast. I wanted to have a breakfast to start off the day but Papa refused so I suppose I have to fend for myself in here. Like a peasant."

She filled up a bowl while she continued talking. "I suppose that left more to spend on the rest of the party, which is obviously literary in theme and it's going to be amazing. Just wait until everyone sees my dress! You can actually read the lines of the book if you look closely enough! And I'm sure Papa has gifts planned. He wouldn't let an occasion like this pass by without something special. I just hope he remembered not to invite Gaston. That would ruin the whole day. Gaston and Five, of course."

[Open common room is open if anyone wants to talk to their own imaginary cameras about their own imaginary birthdays and their own imaginary celebrations!]

lovethatjourney

Alexis, with her manicure and miniskirt because pants just offended her now, was decorating the common room for Christmas. There was garland strung around the room, and the tree was up, though she was taking her time trimming it. Christmas would be here in less than a month! Time to work on setting up and getting ready for holiday party season!

And maybe if she was really lucky she could re-lose her virginity soon.

[Open!]

noonedecidesmyfate

The dorms were often quiet though they seemed quieter than usual this week without anyone needing to get to classes at any particular times. With her roommate gone Belle's room was also quieter than normal and she found herself hoping for company, or at leas the possibility of it. As a result, she took herself into the common room to make some tea and perhaps find a snack.

She turned on the television while the kettle was on to boil, found an absurd movie set in a library and decided that was going to be her entertainment for the afternoon while she had her tea and nibbled at ginger cookies from the package she'd found in a cupboard.

[Open common room is open, obvs.]

white_oleander

One of the nice things about working at a store that sold practically everything was that, on occasion, in addition to a nice discount on her ingredients for Monday Morning Breakfasts, Astrid could also occasionally come across a neat little tool to help her out in making the efforts a bit more interesting.

Assuming that everything cooperated, anyway, which it definitely did that morning, so that she could put some of the molded shape egg frying pans she spotted the other day to good use.

She liked this, too, because, even if no one showed up today, she had a bunch of little mini scrambled and fried eggs in the shape of hearts and stars and teddy bears and it was just an adorable, kind of wholesome way to start her day, regardless.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

imawizard

You know, it'd been a while since the students had been roused from their beds to go stand outside in the middle of the night while the building around them screamed at them. Tonight was a good night to fix that.

So at exactly 3:00 am, the fire alarms in the dorms began going off, leaving you all to do just that.

You're safe now. You're welcome.

[Open! Go get your cranky on.]

noonedecidesmyfate

Belle had only recently discovered the joy of iced tea and was thrilled to walk into the common room and find a large pitcher of it just sitting on the counter, ready to be consumed.

She poured herself a glass, rummaged through the cupboards until she found a package of cookies, and took a seat on the couch.

The TV was already on, so the book she'd brought with her was lying on the couch beside her while she decided whether or not the cartoon that was playing was worth watching. She did enjoy stories of princesses and this seemed to be one.

[Open common room is open, naturally]

apocalypsehow

So, his brother was currently a cat. And said cat was now in Five's care as Annie went to a party or something. He hadn't really cared too much.

Until he realized that was supposed to actually look after cat!Diego.

Then he was wondering if he should call her to come back early because he now had claw marks all over his hands and arms from the furry little monster. "Fine, stay under the couch for all I care," he hissed at the lowly growling form jammed up under there.

Ah, yes. Brotherly love at it's finest.

[of course it's open]

apocalypsehow

Five had been forced to scrub paint off himself after losing at paintball to his brother's coworker due to a momentary distraction. That distraction was in the form of a just infuriating text from his brother.

"I'm going to kill him," Five decided, staring at the brick of a cell phone and willing it to give him a response.

The only reason he wasn't doing this in his room was that he didn't want to worry Dolores.

[open!]

imawizard

This had been the strangest day Harry had had since he was here, and he'd gone to the common room to decompress. Maybe watch something. Maybe talk to people.

And what happened was he decided he was gonna get on a broom and play Quidditch in the common room sooooooo there was that.

[Open!]

x_discospider_x

Troy knew that, technically, he should probably get to bed soon or something since he had a first period workshop tomorrow, but he'd filled his lazy Sunday with way too much sugar cereal and he was kind of too wired to sleep right now.

Maybe if he found some nice, boring PBS documentary or something on TV as he flipped through the chan--

"Oooooh! Kickpuncher!"

Sure, it was the edited-for-TV version, but Troy was still not going to complain!

[[ it's a Stuck at Work Sunday Night, so very much open! ]]

howareyanow

Wayne almost didn't even make it on over to the common room fer breakfast that morning. There'd just been this heavy feeling weighing down his broad shoulders since he woke up that morning wondering what was even the point? No one even really cared about MMB and the tradition of it all, 'cept mebbe him, really, and it wouldn't even matter soon, anyway, he'd only had two or three more of 'em left before he graduated and it was back to the farm, back to chorin', so what did it even matter? Mebbe you could fuck with tradition after all; mebbe you should.

Odds were somethin' terrible was going to happen once he got down there, anyway, like all the eggs were actually monsters or all his pancake batter turned to slime or some other such tomfuckery...

But somehow, he managed to pull through this fog of reservations and excuses and shuffled reluctantly down the hall to the common room, not at all comforted by the fact that the eggs were just eggs and his pancake batter remained batter, because that just meant that, if the breakfast was normal, then something else was likeleh to go pear-shaped instead, but at least there was something in the fact that he'd have a good solid breakfast in his stomach to prepare him for whatever it was that might be headin' their way...

[[ open breakfast is open, of course! ]]

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