5th Floor Common Room, Monday Evening
Ringo was humming and bopping along to some J-pop song that was playing on her phone as she worked in the fifth floor common room's kitchen. No one was going to accuse her of being some sort of brilliant cook, and she wouldn't claim it herself, but she was trying to teach herself a little bit at a time.
She'd found a simple recipe for "Chinese style" fried rice on the internet, and now that's what she was working on. And to her delight, it turned out to be well within her abilities. That cooking class with Mr. Spencer had actually been really useful!
Now that she was almost done, though, it began to dawn on her that she hadn't really thought to check how many people the recipe in question was supposed to feed, and, well, um, now she had way too much food.
Maybe there were containers should could put the extra in somewhere in one of the cabinets? She'd have to take a look around later.
[ooc: Open as common rooms are wont to be!]
She'd found a simple recipe for "Chinese style" fried rice on the internet, and now that's what she was working on. And to her delight, it turned out to be well within her abilities. That cooking class with Mr. Spencer had actually been really useful!
Now that she was almost done, though, it began to dawn on her that she hadn't really thought to check how many people the recipe in question was supposed to feed, and, well, um, now she had way too much food.
Maybe there were containers should could put the extra in somewhere in one of the cabinets? She'd have to take a look around later.
[ooc: Open as common rooms are wont to be!]