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thecapitol2015-01-11 04:17 pm
seestheman) wrote in thecapitol2015-01-11 04:17 pm
Drinking cinnamon coffee, or decaffeinated tea.
WHO | Clara and OPEN
WHAT | The first meeting of Clara's breakfast club.
WHEN | Present time.
WHERE | District 10's suite
WARNINGS/NOTES | None right now, will add any if they crop up!
Clara's been meaning to do this for a couple months now, round up her collective of friends/various adopted kids/Districtmates and have breakfast. After waking up far earlier than she has in weeks and shooing a couple Avoxes out of the kitchen, she sets to work, getting the prep stuff out of the way and organizing all the various ingredients on the counter so she can knock out each dish as she goes.
Depending on when they wake up, residents of 10 will most likely smell something cooking, whether it be hashbrowns, scrambled eggs, a variety of breakfast meats, or other breakfast staples. The sight that will meet anyone who comes into the kitchen is one of organized chaos (that will most likely devolve into something much more unorganized as more people join in the food-fray).
WHAT | The first meeting of Clara's breakfast club.
WHEN | Present time.
WHERE | District 10's suite
WARNINGS/NOTES | None right now, will add any if they crop up!
Clara's been meaning to do this for a couple months now, round up her collective of friends/various adopted kids/Districtmates and have breakfast. After waking up far earlier than she has in weeks and shooing a couple Avoxes out of the kitchen, she sets to work, getting the prep stuff out of the way and organizing all the various ingredients on the counter so she can knock out each dish as she goes.
Depending on when they wake up, residents of 10 will most likely smell something cooking, whether it be hashbrowns, scrambled eggs, a variety of breakfast meats, or other breakfast staples. The sight that will meet anyone who comes into the kitchen is one of organized chaos (that will most likely devolve into something much more unorganized as more people join in the food-fray).
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"Honestly, I'm a little shocked," she says, as she grabs the pancake batter. "I don't know why, you don't exactly seem like the type to sleep until three in the afternoon, and yet," she shrugs as she turns on the burner the griddle's sitting on top of.
In truth, she can't help but feel a little smug that he's unaware of bacon pancakes. They're a relic of her past, in a way. Something she used to make in college and in her twenties when it was just her and Alex in their dinky little starter apartment. As much as she loves David and being a mother, sometimes she can't help but feel like life would be easier if it was like it was in her early twenties (and then she feels like a terrible person for thinking that). "Well then, prepare to have your mind blown," she says as she pours what could best be described as a streak of batter on the hot surface.
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"I accidentally acted the teenage part too well," he said. It sounded like a bit of a joke, really. He didn't mind what she thought of him, and if she did - he was sure that others did, too. It worked for him - to have them believe that he was just another teen trapped in this.
He watched her as she prepared the bacon pancakes. "You know, few things now could blow my mind, but this...could be it."