[For Serena] The pragmatist.

[up_off_thefloor]

Chuck was gone. Roxas was gone. And Eric...Eric was in the kitchen with Cooking Basics for Dummies open at his side, trying to focus on the recipe for scrambled eggs, the first recipe in the book. He'd been trying to read it from the beginning ever since it appeared two days before, as well as Gourmet Cooking for Dummies and his entire mini-fridge

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[turnthebadinme]

"Hey, hey, easy," Serena said, soothing as she swept in to rest a hand on his wrist. "Remember what Chuck showed us last semester." She'd only been looking for something to snack on, a notebook and some magazines tucked under her other arm so she could jot down plans for Nate's birthday as a distraction. Something was clearly terribly wrong here, though.

Setting her things down away from the egg, she laid her hand on his shoulder, ducking her head down to look at him. "Eric, what's going on?"

[turnthebadinme]

Leaning against the counter, she grinned. "I will eat anything you put in front of me," she said, mock solemn. "Like your very own guinea pig. Or maybe goat." She rolled her eyes at herself, laughing softly.

[up_off_thefloor]

"You asked for it," Eric warned, but he gamely went back to trying to remove the eggshell despite his threat, managing to capture the fragment of shell with a few more tries. "Aha!" He wiped the shell offof his fingertip, leaning over to double check the next step in the book before proceeding.