Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning
Natalie didn't do all that well with sleeping in on most days. So, it wasn't too unusual to see her out and about before strictly speaking necessary, and today was no real exception. She still had a while to go before Sex Ed, so she'd wandered on down to the common room for breakfast.
The radio was playing some mellow sixties pop, and there was a printed out recipe on the counter. Yup, Natalie was making pancakes. For all of her mildness, she got cravings too, sometimes. There was enough to share, even if she wasn't exactly intending to cook for the whole floor. She just knew there were other early risers other than her who might be around.
And yes, there was maple syrup to go with the pancakes. Kindly shut up about cultural stereotypes.
[ooc: Open! Entertain me while I analyse instances of people saying /tyyti/ and /tuuti/ over and over again.]
The radio was playing some mellow sixties pop, and there was a printed out recipe on the counter. Yup, Natalie was making pancakes. For all of her mildness, she got cravings too, sometimes. There was enough to share, even if she wasn't exactly intending to cook for the whole floor. She just knew there were other early risers other than her who might be around.
And yes, there was maple syrup to go with the pancakes. Kindly shut up about cultural stereotypes.
[ooc: Open! Entertain me while I analyse instances of people saying /tyyti/ and /tuuti/ over and over again.]