Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

[talon_wraith]

Maybe Myn was feeling adventurous, but he was trying to cook. The keyword was definitely trying, since he wasn't entirely sure how to use the equipment provided to him. There were eggs in a pan, cooking quicker than Myn had anticipated, and bits of shell all over the counter - and on the floor

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[weetuskenraider]

Bare feet were relatively silent, and Tahiri's approach might not have been too obvious.

She stood in the doorway for a moment, watching, before finally asking, "What are you doing?"

[talon_wraith]

"Cooking," Myn answered quickly, poking the eggs with a wooden spoon. "At least, attempting."

[weetuskenraider]

"Really?" she asked, moving into the room and arching an eyebrow as she got a look at the mess. "Because it looks a lot more like tiny egg target practice."

[talon_wraith]

"Hey, I'm not used to this," Myn protested. "I never claimed I was any good." He carefully picked a bit of shell out of the pan, trying not to burn himself in the process.

[wantstodirect]

None of food in the second floor kitchen looked all that appealing right now, so Tony decided to check out the other common rooms. Hopefully someone was cooking.

And he found Myn. "Hey, man," he said. "What are you making?"

[talon_wraith]

"A mess," Myn replied easily, tossing a half-smile over his shoulder at Tony.

[wantstodirect]

"Damn," Tony smiled. "I was hoping it was food."

[talon_wraith]

"It might be?" Myn regarded the eggs in the pan. "I can't really tell," he admitted sheepishly.