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It had been far too long since Liir had been in a kitchen, and by that we mean he'd been out of one for more than a day. After the somewhat startling experience Sunday, well, he was quite prepared to settle into a bit of normality and get himself covered in flour. Makejoy stayed out of the kitchen as she'd been trained, flopped at the edge of the carpet to watch her very silly daddy work.

Nonetheless, as silly as he was, he'd decided to make something that smelled rather delicious, so if someone else happened to wander by, well, Liir certainly wouldn't blame them for grabbing a few off the plate whether they stayed or not.

Next, of course, there was soup to get to, but all in good time...

[open common room is open and much like the dark side, has cookies][mun doing laundry for a bit]

Liir made his way zombie-like to the common room, his puppy trailing behind him. He was still somewhat, er, exhausted from, er, things, but he was also hungry which was why he started puttering around in the kitchen.

Yes, he was making some very simple chicken soup and grilled cheese, and you're welcome to some. But he was also making a bit of a racket because he wasn't entirely awake.

[open as common rooms are][gmail being evil for anyone else?]

Contrary to what radio might have expected, there were no bacon cookies in the common room.

Instead, Liir had the television on *gasp* and was enjoying a fresh-made sandwich. He wasn't in the mood for cooking today, oddly enough, but he was in the mood to watch other people cooking.

Hence the Iron Chef.

Makejoy on his lap, lemonade and chicken parm on the coffee table, he was quite settled in for a relatively relaxed afternoon.

[open!]

Liir was... not exactly pleased about his luck for today.

Today, of all days, this again, though the fact that others were in similar situations made him feel just a bit better about it. He didn't think that Penelope would mind him being green, especially considering his story about Elphaba, but it still was one more thing that'd be wrong during the dinner, one more thing than he wanted.

That said, he'd hopefully prepared a meal that would make up for it. Steak, dessert, and a light clear soup with vegetables to start them off. The food stayed in the pots and pans to stay hot and the iced pearlfruit tea he'd made was still in the icebox to stay cold.

Now, he just had to wait for Penelope.

[open, as common rooms are, but waiting for one; Penelope thread locked, if you please, and all threads will be before hers.]

How boring.

He'd never forgive his dear Mummy for sending him here to this ridiculous place, away from the Emerald City and everyone worth talking to. She'd said the change would do him good, that the fresh air was necessary for a lad of his age, that when she was growing up in Gilikin, that she'd savored every day in the countryside and missed it still.

Right. As if Glinda, as she preferred these days, really wanted to head back to her childhood home and give up the fame, fortune, and power she had now. He was like her; he'd done enough of the countryside when he was a boy and the City was what he enjoyed now, the razzmataz slambang spirit of it all. Oz! Bright, beaming and steaming! The theatres, the shops, the miniature furniture...

Besides, it wasn't about the air. It was about the stables, or rather the stable hands she'd found out about him having affairs with. She'd been fine with the maids, of course, as that was just what a young man of station did but that had apparently been too far. So he'd been banished away from the glitz and glamor of the Emerald to this pathetic little island.

Which was why he was sitting in the common room, smoking an imported perguenay cigarette out the window and reading some of the newspapers that'd just come in to see what the damnable bankers were doing with the current Munchkinland crisis.

"...idiots."

[open like an open thing]