Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

[arsenicmauls]

Gert's hands were washed. Her hair was tied back. There was a steady stream of Black Friday sale ads playing in the background, courtesy of a radio that wouldn't turn off. (They still made radios?) And Gert was standing at the kitchen counter with a printed-out recipe and all the ingredients she needed for potato pancakes, plus a few extra spices

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[genesishero]

Evan had his cranberry sauce ingredients on standby. First thing was first, after all. They were going to figure out Gert's latkes today if it killed them.

"I'm kind of made for cutting onions," he announced, and then grinned a little. "They're pretty brutal if you stay close to them, but I don't have to."

The joys of shapeshifting noodly arms!

[genesishero]

"If it's not, I think there's an extinguisher around the corner," Evan offered thoughtfully. "And that's only if we let the fire get away from us. And... that's only if we manage to light a fire."

A beat.

"Please don't light a fire?"