The kitchen of 42 Blueberry Hill, Friday, late morning
Dean was perched on the edge of the breakfast counter in a t-shirt and jeans, looking over a couple of pieces of paper. One was detailed instructions for using a fancy coffee maker. One was a recipe for pancakes.
He hadn't managed to set of the fire alarm yet, so he figured he was doing pretty well, despite the first couple of burned frisbees he'd managed to produce in the skillet. . . .
Still, maybe he should stick with lucky charms.
[ooc: open to any and all with a reason to show up, some SP while I deal with the Friday noon rush of documents at work]
He hadn't managed to set of the fire alarm yet, so he figured he was doing pretty well, despite the first couple of burned frisbees he'd managed to produce in the skillet. . . .
Still, maybe he should stick with lucky charms.
[ooc: open to any and all with a reason to show up, some SP while I deal with the Friday noon rush of documents at work]