5th Floor Common Room, Afternoon
Lyra walked into the fifth floor common room, chatting over her shoulder to Blair. She moved tot he kitchenette, and rummaged around in the fridge until she found the eggs, butter and a frying pan. What that was doing in the fridge, she had no idea. She shrugged, marking it off mentally as another weird quirk of this increasingly weird place.
She cracked a few eggs into a bowl (that came from a cabinet, this time) and began making omlettes for the two of them and anyone else who came in and begged.
She cracked a few eggs into a bowl (that came from a cabinet, this time) and began making omlettes for the two of them and anyone else who came in and begged.