3rd Floor Common Room - Late Saturday Morning

[rocksthescarf]

Chuck...didn't cook breakfast. Or couldn't, rather. He could make cereal, yes, and he was fairly sure toast was within his capabilities but anything involving a the stove or a microwave for an extended period of time was out of the question. The stove because he'd most likely catch whatever he was attempting to make on fire. The microwave because,

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[rocksthescarf]

Oh, look, cute girl. Cute young girl. That was always good.

"Morning," Chuck said, giving her a smile and leaning back against the cabinets he was sitting in front of. If she wanted to get in there she'd have to ask nicely. Or put up with Chuck's flirting for a couple of minutes.

[rocksthescarf]

"Hmm...I don't know," Chuck said. "This whole orange peeling thing is kind of important."

[rocksthescarf]

"I suppose I could pause such important matters such as thing if I have a good enough reason," Chuck said. "What do you need in this cabinet?"

[joan_notjane]

"Hey, Alex!" Joan waved. She hadn't seen the girl since right after they were wee.

[joan_notjane]

"Pretty good, all things considered," Joan said. "I'm making omelets, want one?"