#42 Blueberry Hill, Thursday

[snarky_witch]

Piper was sitting at the dining room table with her laptop, still researching loans so she can open a restaurant. She was very determined to get this done. She tried not to let anything distract her.

[ooc: open for any housemates or anyone else who feels like stopping by; I'm booored.]

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[givemethehunt]

Dean walked past the dining room, paused, then backed up to stand in the doorway. He took a deep breath, about to say something, then shook his head and turned to keep walking, then stopped again, then hesitated, then cleared his throat, then changed his mind, then stopped. . . .

Hey, what do you want? Piper intimidated the hell out of him.

[snarky_witch]

Piper glanced up from her laptop. "Hey Dean."

[givemethehunt]

"Heyyyyy Piper," Dean forced a smile. "How's it going?"

[snarky_witch]

"Trying to figure out how to get a restaurant open," Piper replied. "Oh, have you seen Lana? Is she back to normal?"

[givemethehunt]

"She is. Woke up freaked out about it, but she's okay, now. Do you know what happened?"

[snarky_witch]

"An accidental spell involving a yearbook," Piper replied, shaking her head. "I cast a reversal spell. Sorry Lana was freaked out about it."

[givemethehunt]

Dean shrugged. "Probably not your fault. She just went abruptly from hating guns to needing one as a security blanket."

[snarky_witch]

"Oh. Well, I'm glad the spell worked," Piper said. "They couldn't stay like that."

[givemethehunt]

"Glad I'm not the only one who noticed that." Dean sat down a bit heavily in one of the chairs. "So, you're gonna open a restaurant, huh?"

[snarky_witch]

"I'm hoping to," Piper replied. "It's always been a dream of mine to open one."

[givemethehunt]

Dean nodded. "Cool. . . . Don't suppose you wanna teach me how to cook some things?"

Yeah, that was real smooth, Winchester. Way to work up to the question. Yeesh.

[snarky_witch]

Piper wasn't sure she heard correctly. "You want me to give you cooking lessons?"

[givemethehunt]

"Um," Dean fidgeted in his seat. "Yeah? I mean, if you wanna. Just . . . all I really know how to cook are spaghettios and instant mashed potatoes. Can't have Lana cooking for me the rest of my adult life, you know?"

[snarky_witch]

"I think that can probably be arranged," Piper replied after a moment of thought. "I can at least teach you how to make real mashed potatoes."

The instant kind made her shudder.

[givemethehunt]

"Lana actually prefers the instant ones. But, hey, whatever you wanna teach is totally cool with me."

[snarky_witch]

Piper didn't understand how anyone could like the instant kind, but it wasn't her business. "Okay. Just let me know when you want to start."