Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[peace_n_war]

It was morning, and morning meant breakfast! And there weren't enough adults around to feed them, and Warren needed food. So he was gonna make some, 'cause he liked cooking anyhow! Anemone and him were going to make pancakes, and cereal, and scrambled eggs, and... Well. Mostly pancakes

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[death_of_hope]

"I don't feel that I need to explain my art to you, Warren," Anemone replied cheerily as she used the chocolate sauce they'd found in a cupboard to outline another shape on countertop. "I'm practicing."

[peace_n_war]

Warren watched for a moment, his eyebrows raised a little as he worked through ways to fob off cleaning the mess onto maybe the next person who entered the common room.

"They'd prolly taste better if you practised with them in the pan, though."

He could probably cook them on the countertop like that, but then there would be messy scorch marks and he'd get in trouble or something.

[death_of_hope]

Anemone considered this for a moment before nodding. "Okay!" she answered, dragging her stool closer to the stove. "But you have to take the pan off, I'm not allowed to touch things on the stove." The perils of being six.

[peace_n_war]

Being seven, clearly this gave Warren the role of seniority, here. He gave her a nod, and then stood on his toes to pull the pan off the stovetop, shuffling it over the countertop for her.

"It's too high up there anyway. We can cook the pancakes on the floor!"

Well, they could! They didn't need a stupid oven anyway. Ovens were dumb when you could light yourself on fire without them.

[saltandammo]

Dean had been on his way to his brother's room but stopped in to see if there maybe was some food he could scrounge.

He stared at the mess for a minute and then told the other kids, "You're doing it all wrong!"

[peace_n_war]

"Nuhuhhh," Warren protested, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning. "We have it all mixed up and everything, we just have to cook it!"

Using the counter. And the fridge door. And the floor. As you do.

[saltandammo]

"You do know you have to use the stove to cook, right?" Dean asked.

[peace_n_war]

"No we dooooon't," Warren replied. And it was possibly almost a whine. A little. "Stoves are for adults to use anyway." Sesame Street had told him so. "Unless you're an adult."

[sorella_vecchia]

A small blond girl walked into the common room wide-eyed. She was dragging a fuzzy pink teddy bear behind her.

"I'm hungry," she complained.

[peace_n_war]

"We're cooking," Warren noted, "kinda!"

They were totally kinda cooking. Mostly, it involved squeezing chocolate syrup on things.

"The cereal's ready, though. But it was boring to make."

Because it didn't involve actual cooking. Stupid cereal.

[sorella_vecchia]

"Is it fun?" she asked hesitantly, leaning forward (but being careful to keep her bear close so as not to get chocolate syrup on it).

[peace_n_war]

"Yep! Anemone has chocolate syrup, and we're gonna make a laser robot pancake! Which is awesome." On the off chance that she couldn't tell that it was awesome on her own, of course.

[darkangelsawyer]

"You guys are making a mess!" Peyton said, rescuing an apple to keep her tummy occupied. "You're gonna be in big trouble!"

[peace_n_war]

"Well, we're gonna clean it," Warren stated flatly. And then, for good measure, he added a, "Duh."

Which was, in turn, accentuated by a gooey handful of pancake batter being waved toward the kid with the apple. Because, even wee, Warren was a bit of a bully when he wanted to be.

[darkangelsawyer]

Peyton gasped when some of the pancake batter spattered on her. "Oh! You're bad!"

She threw the apple at him hard. Her aim was pretty good for a little kid. Hopefully, he could duck fast.

[peace_n_war]

The apple made solid contact with Warren's shoulder and then bounced away harmlessly, rolling across the floor.

It didn't elicit much of a reaction, except maybe some extra enthusiasm in the 'spattering batter everywhere' department. He was the kid of a supervillain, after all. He was tough!

"I am! Bad bad bad! And so are you 'cause you threw the apple!"

[heromaniac]

Momoko was hungry and after making extra sure Mr. Bear wasn't, she ventured out alone in search of food. And since the smell of cooking was coming from that way, she ran excitedly to the common room and waved cheerfully to the other kids. "Hiii! Is you making breakfes cause Momoko is hungry and I can even help if you'll let me! I'm really good at breakfes cause it's an aportant start to the day and specially ceril cause they have toys in them sometimes, you know?"

[peace_n_war]

"Hi Momoko," Warren said with a sloppy little wave of one batter-smothered hand. "We're makin' pancakes! And scrambled eggs. And cereal, but cereal is boring."

[heromaniac]

Momoko raised her eyebrows at that. "Ceril is not boring! Sometimes there's a toy inside and then I can play at the table! Eggs is boring cause there's no toys!"

[peace_n_war]

"But you get to break eggs," Warren replied, but he opened up the cupboard to try to find a cereal box that still had a toy in it anyhow. "You don't get to break cereal. That's no fun."