2nd Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[nomelancholy]

As was his habit, Ulrik had risen fairly early, weekend or no. He'd gone to the common room in hopes that someone might already be there preparing breakfast... to no avail.

For what was definitely not the first time since arriving in Fandom, he really, sincerely wished that Caroline or even Baldur were here. They'd know how to go about preparing

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[3girls_1core]

Soon after Ulrik arrived, Sholeh sleepily entered the common room. She had stayed up very late last night, reading, and then gotten up at her normal time. Stupid body.

"Oh!" she said, catching sight of Ulrik. "I didn't know anyone was here! Good--" yawn "--morning?"

[nomelancholy]

"Morning, certainly, Sholeh," Ulrik greeted her with a smile. "The 'good' depends on whether I can manage breakfast."

[3girls_1core]

Sholeh smiled at that. "You can't cook?" she asked, head tilted slightly. "Is it the newfangled stove? I'm not quite sure how to use it, either."

Rather, she was intimidated by it. What if she broke it? Though, honestly, a stove was a stove. The buttons might differ, but the concept remained the same.

[nomelancholy]

"It's not the stove," Ulrik admitted. "Well, not entirely. Cooking is just not a skill I've ever needed to possess."

Until now, apparently.

[abitlowkey]

Sorry, Ulrik. Balder was dead. Dead. Wait, different person? Well, this just got awkward.

"Are you well?"

[nomelancholy]

"Well enough," Ulrik sighed. "Just hungry, really."

[abitlowkey]

Loki sidled up next to him, watching the kitchenette for a moment. "Are you waiting for food to appear?"

[nomelancholy]

"Not... exactly." As convenient as that would be. "More accurately, I'm waiting for someone who knows how to prepare food to appear."

[taseredagod]

"The pop-tarts go into the toaster." Darcy muttered, heading straight for the soda. Give her time, she might even realize she had wandered on to another floor.

[nomelancholy]

"The- I'm sorry, what do you mean?" he knew what a toaster was, at least, but what on earth was a "Pop Tart"?

[taseredagod]

Darcy located her drink and drank about half of it before replying. "Doughy goodness with fake jam inside of it."

[nomelancholy]

"Oh!" Ulrik grinned. "Like a biscuit, then?"