Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[endsthegame]

Ever since the broadcast on Monday showcasing Daala's brutal violent response to slave uprisings, Ender had been busy: busy writing emails, busy coordinating with his people in Ben's universe, busy privately worrying about where all of this would lead - with or without him

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[life_inshadow]

"Morning, Ender," Tara said, and wandered over to a cupboard to rifle through for tea. "Having a good weekend so far?"

[OOC: May need to flee for weekend family shtuffs at some point, woe.]

[endsthegame]

"It's by far and away less insane than last week's, so I can't complain," Ender said, putting a plate with a stack of pancakes down on the table. "How about you?"

[[ woe! but sp = love, as always. :) ]]

[life_inshadow]

"Good," Tara decided. "Definitely much better than being a model again."

It was like the island thought that was funny, or something.

"Do I want to know how bad last weekend was for you?"

[endsthegame]

"Not all that terrible, and I think the worst skipped me," Ender supplied. "But listening to Peter complain about it for a full solid hour is punishment enough."

[wesleynotponcy]

As it turned out, today the fifth floor common room was sadly lacking in tea selection, which brought Wesley down several floors in search of more options.

"Good morning, Ender," he said, making his way over to the cabinet. "How have you been?"

[endsthegame]

Worried. Busy. "Decent," Ender said, producing a friendly smile for Wesley's benefit. "It's been nice and quiet, barring some cleaning mishaps. How about you?"

[wesleynotponcy]

"Passably well," Wesley answered, selecting some tea and moving to fill up a kettle. "Last weekend was, ah, certainly odd, but all in all things have been quiet."

[endsthegame]

"So I've heard. Over and over and over again," Ender said dryly. He reached for his own cup of tea and took a sip. "But I don't have the heart to complain about a weekend of harmless nonsense followed by absolutely no crisis at all."

[glacial_witch]

You were so weird, Ender. So, so, weird.

"Oooh, pancakes?" Karla said, sticking her face in the common room door. "Do I smell pancakes?"

Did she? And if she did, could she have some? Maybe without even getting into a food fight for them?

...Though the food fight thing was negotiable if there were pancakes on the line.

[endsthegame]

"Yes, pancakes," Ender said. He didn't even have to bother turning around to identify who was asking, thank you.

"I've got several, if you want some."

Forgoing one bottomless pit for another.

[glacial_witch]

But she was a different bottomless pit, so that was all right. Right?

"Well, if you're not going to eat them aaaanyway," Karla said, pretending to have manners or something approximating them. "I wouldn't want them to go to waste."

So concerned, this girl!

[endsthegame]

"I'm going to eat some of them," he clarified, and finally turned around, looking amused. "But as long as you don't devour them all, I think that's fair."

[nonelikemesince]

Anakin had actually been up for several hours, but from the state of his hair it would be easy to think he'd just rolled out of bed. Then again, it always looked like that.

"Morning," he said distractedly, wandering over to poke through the fridge for something to drink. "Any more pancakes where those came from?"

[endsthegame]

Ender looked up to identify the new voice, then paused. Briefly. "Good morning," he said, recovering a moment later, "and there's plenty to go around, don't worry."

[nonelikemesince]

"We'll see about that. I'm pretty hungry." It was meant to be a joke, but Anakin was normally too serious, so it didn't fit him too well.

Still, he got out a stack of pancakes and set them to heat in the microwave. "Nothing interesting on the TV?"

[endsthegame]

"Usually, I'll settle in and watch a documentary," Ender said, "But that tends to throw people off."

It didn't take him much to identify 'trying to make a joke, but not used to it' - he'd been like that himself for a long time. "I'm Ender," he offered, "I room with your cousin."

Just to keep things simple.

[inaskinnyway]

This was the second day in a row Susan had had to come down to the second floor for tea. If this happened again, she was going to just attempt to create it herself, though considering the look of things she was able to make out of nothing, that was not an experiment she wanted to undertake.

In an effort to be polite, she greeted the room with a, "Good morning," as she went to the cupboard.

[endsthegame]

"Good morning," Ender said, and had the good graces to look up and add, "Here for food or just for beverages?" instead of foisting his pancakes on someone unannounced.

[inaskinnyway]

"Beverages," she said, pulling a box of tea out. "I have muesli for breakfast, most days."

Susan was a breakfast snob. A very particular breakfast snob.

"Would you like some tea?"

[endsthegame]

"I just finished some, but I wouldn't mind another cup," Ender supplied. "If it's not much trouble."

Whereas Ender was anything but. Blame Battle School 'cooking'.