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Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning
There were smells and sounds coming from the fifth floor common room that would probably tempt most passers-by.
The sizzle and crackle of bacon and eggs, the bready smell of toasted English muffins, and... okay, it'd be really hard to smell or hear the orange juice just passing by.
Jennifer Walters was feeling good that morning. And she just wanted to share that feeling with others. Making breakfast seemed like a good way to do that.
And if the sounds of breakfast didn't bring people in, the fact she was playing Lady Gaga over a radio might help, she thought.
[ooc: So open!]
The sizzle and crackle of bacon and eggs, the bready smell of toasted English muffins, and... okay, it'd be really hard to smell or hear the orange juice just passing by.
Jennifer Walters was feeling good that morning. And she just wanted to share that feeling with others. Making breakfast seemed like a good way to do that.
And if the sounds of breakfast didn't bring people in, the fact she was playing Lady Gaga over a radio might help, she thought.
[ooc: So open!]
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Because, really, in her own mind this was true.
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