Room 213 [evening]
Rory was bored. And hungry. Mostly bored, though.
She'd had a productive and very nice week, between ongoing plans for vengeance, catching up with friends, a trip into Special Collections, being brought vaguely healthy food, making a new friend and having her keys transfigured.
And Homecoming had been very nice, from the carnival where she had finally kissed Alec, to the dance itself. She'd managed to see Luke, Logan and Angel, and Bridge had been the best date a girl could ask for.
And now? Now, being bored, hungry, in possession of a laptop-slash-waffle iron and done with her afternoon visiting, she was making herself a batch of waffles.
The door was cracked open a little and Rory hummed - though she did not sing, as the door was open and she remembered what Zero had said before - along with the music playing on her stereo as she "cooked."
[Open, la.]
She'd had a productive and very nice week, between ongoing plans for vengeance, catching up with friends, a trip into Special Collections, being brought vaguely healthy food, making a new friend and having her keys transfigured.
And Homecoming had been very nice, from the carnival where she had finally kissed Alec, to the dance itself. She'd managed to see Luke, Logan and Angel, and Bridge had been the best date a girl could ask for.
And now? Now, being bored, hungry, in possession of a laptop-slash-waffle iron and done with her afternoon visiting, she was making herself a batch of waffles.
The door was cracked open a little and Rory hummed - though she did not sing, as the door was open and she remembered what Zero had said before - along with the music playing on her stereo as she "cooked."
[Open, la.]