Second Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[wannabe_pan]

Andrew was fixing some fine food: tomato soup and grilled cheese. An American classic. There was a fairly large pot of the soup, and he had enough bread and cheese to share if anyone else was hungry

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[new_to_liirness]

He'd actually just been walking upstairs to get to his room when he noticed the music and the scent of something sweet and--

Andrew.

He didn't really want Andrew to stop dancing but had a feeling he would if he noticed Liir and as such, he snuck his way into the common room until he was at a good vantage point that shouldn't be noticed too quickly.

[wannabe_pan]

And indeed he wasn't notice, as Andrew continued to sway his hips, snap his fingers, and dance about without any hint of trepidation. He even punctuated some of the high notes with a fantastic display of jazz fingers.

All this while competently flipping over the grilled cheese to keep it from burning.

[new_to_liirness]

He couldn't help it.

Well, after Andrew had already flipped the grilled cheese.

...he giggled.

[wannabe_pan]

Andrew just kind of froze, hip jutted out, one hand in the air, a spatula mid twirl.

Slowly, he turned about. "I thought I recognized I laugh," he said with a grin. "I'm glad you find me amusing!"

[therhimineecat]

Seregil was just heading back from work and paused at the door of the room when he heard the music.

He watched for a minute in amusement then commented, "You look like you're having fun."

[wannabe_pan]

Andrew turned around, only blushing slightly. "Cooking is best done with a samba," he said.

"Hungry?"

[therhimineecat]

"I can eat," Seregil said, coming over to check out what Andrew was cooking.

[wannabe_pan]

"It's not much," he commented, "but it's one of my favorites. Grilled cheese and tomato soup."

He scooped one of the sandwiches hot off the stove top and onto a plate. "I've got bowls and spoons here on the counter, too."

[notthehulk]

Teddy's free food senses were tingling.

Not really, but he was looking for Liir to give back the crystal and if that happened to coincide with free food...

"Grilled cheese and tomato soup?"

[wannabe_pan]

"Yes, sir," Andrew replied with a smile. "I'll have a fresh one here in about half a minute."

He pointed at the bowls on the counter. "Help yourself."

[notthehulk]

Teddy grinned, going to snag a bowl. "Thanks!"

[wannabe_pan]

"No problem," Andrew replied, placing a hot sandwich on a plate and sliding it towards Teddy.

"It's the least I can do."

[ecirpnellehada]

Wafting slightly down the hallway (sometimes, people just had a nose for such things) was the vague scent of something being cooked. Tomatoes were involved, from Adah's best guess, and she found it noticeable enough to be a distraction. Of course, the fact of the matter was that anything was mostly a noticeable enough of a distraction from where she was, trying to read in her room down the hallway and failing miserably for her half-brain's need to, instead, try to think about things. She set the book aside, replaced it with a notebook held against her chest and a pen settled in her hair, behind her ear, and made her limp down the hall, leaning in the doorframe of the common room as she peeked in, neck stretching, turtle reluctant out of its shell, to access the situation and peoples involved.

[wannabe_pan]

Andrew was busy flipping hot grilled cheese on the stove, but he glanced back towards the door and saw the girl who had been looking at him so strangely at the pool.

He smiled. It couldn't hurt, right?

[ecirpnellehada]

The smile was returned with a vague expression back as Adah looked at him a moment longer. Her eyes then left him, giving the room another slow and careful consideration. When they circled back toward Andrew at the stove, they fell first to the food he was preparing. She made a slight movement into the room, around the doorframe, still keeping against the wall, still clutching her notebook like armour to her chest, before her eyes dragged back toward the chef. So that was the faint underlying of something else she had picked up beyond the soup, and, better yet, it looked like he could make them without burning them, unlike her sisters. Would she still be able to enjoy grilled cheese without the lingering taste of char to accompany it? She quirked a questioning, slightly hopeful eyebrow. Was the chef willing to share his culinary expertise so that she might find out?

[wannabe_pan]

Andrew watched her, interested. He flipped a fresh and steaming sandwich onto a plate and held it out. "There's plenty," he said.

"The soup is from a can, but I think it's pretty tasty."

[bridge_carson]

Bridge hasn't been to the common room in a while, but the smell of tomato soup proves an effective lure.

He can't help but grin when he catches sight of Andrew- Andrew who looks much, much more cheerful than he had the last few times they'd talked. "Dude, hey!" he says with a little wave.

[wannabe_pan]

"Bridge!" Andrew grinned. "Come. Eat!"

[bridge_carson]

"Well, if you *insist*," Bridge says, wandering over to the kitchen area.

[wannabe_pan]

"How have you been?" he asked. "Because I've been good. Real good."

Someone wanted to share.