Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning
Dom had been pretty thoroughly annoyed when some random curly-haired kid started banging on his door at way-too-freaking-early o'clock Saturday morning. But that was Fandom: It was never going to let anybody sleep in the day after a dance. Not when it had a chance to screw with people's lives like this.
After he'd talked to Luca for long enough to figure out what was going on, he sent Gert a text and then went on over to the common room. He wasn't some great chef, but give him a box of pancake mix and he could follow the instructions.
Luca insisted on helping, which mostly consisted of dumping half the milk on the counter instead of in the bowl. "And can we put chocolate chips in them?" he asked. "Please?"
Dom glanced over from where he was trying to track down the paper towels. "Tell you what, buddy," he said. "I bet we can put peanut butter and chocolate chips in them."
Luca grinned in satisfaction and kept "helping" as Dominic made what was probably an insane number of pancakes. But he figured they'd get eaten. They always did on weekends like this.
[OOC: Open common room. With pancakes.]
After he'd talked to Luca for long enough to figure out what was going on, he sent Gert a text and then went on over to the common room. He wasn't some great chef, but give him a box of pancake mix and he could follow the instructions.
Luca insisted on helping, which mostly consisted of dumping half the milk on the counter instead of in the bowl. "And can we put chocolate chips in them?" he asked. "Please?"
Dom glanced over from where he was trying to track down the paper towels. "Tell you what, buddy," he said. "I bet we can put peanut butter and chocolate chips in them."
Luca grinned in satisfaction and kept "helping" as Dominic made what was probably an insane number of pancakes. But he figured they'd get eaten. They always did on weekends like this.
[OOC: Open common room. With pancakes.]